Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

"What do you want to do?"

Bai Yangyang stared at Jiang Xun, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

"She's lying here now, going through a lot of operations and I don't want to leave at this time."

Jiang Zi looked at Bai Yangyang pleadingly: "I have missed her for three years, I don't want to leave her alone anymore."

She has nothing now.

family.

dance.

future.

It's all gone.

Bai Yangyang's eye circles hurt: "Jiang Xi, you know, Xiaoxiao will not want you to stay at this time."

"I think."

Jiang Xun was categorical: "Three years ago, she wanted to pursue her dream and go abroad. I waited for her to come back. I finally had to wait. Now she has an accident, so I can't leave."

Bai Yangyang tilted his head: "I will tell Master Zhan."

Jiang Xun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, took the things in her hand, and walked into the ward.

After a while, there was a quarrel, but it was quickly covered.

Bai Yangyang stood outside the door, seeing Jiang Xun feeding Guan Xiaoxiao mouthfuls, his expression was almost pious.

Guan Xiaoxiao's eye circles were scarlet, probably from crying.

She didn't go in, turned and left.

After walking out of the hospital, Bai Yangyang turned on her mobile phone. During the half month she was abroad, she spent all her time in the hospital.

When Guan Xiaoxiao was in the hospital, she had a high fever and almost died, but fortunately she survived.

She doesn't have time to look at her phone either.

Open it now, and the dense text messages and missed calls come into view.

She simply scanned through, and many people cared about her, except Zhan Beixiao.

She replied one by one, and finally called Mo Qingshuang.

"Yangyang, where have you been these half a month, I called you and you didn't answer, I almost asked someone to investigate you."

"Mom, I went abroad for a trip before, I'm fine."

Mo Qingshuang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, you go home on the weekend, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"it is good."

Mo Qingshuang obviously wanted to say something, but when he heard that Bai Yangyang was not in a good mood, he changed the subject, said a few words of concern, and hung up the phone.

Bai Yangyang took a taxi back to Yueya Xiaozhu, washed his body briefly, and fell on the bed.

She had hardly had a full sleep in the past half month, and felt a chill between half-dream and half-awake.

She opened her eyes and found that the window was open.

The cold wind howled and made people's head hurt. Bai Yangyang stood up with support, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

After closing the window, she fell on the bed, her eyes darkened.

She might be... ill.

This thought flashed by, and darkness struck, dragging her into the abyss.

……

Vietnam mansion.

The butler looked at Zhan Beixiao, whose face was getting uglier every day, and was inexplicably a little apprehensive.

"Master Zhan, the consortium is not going well recently?"

The butler handed over the tea and asked cautiously.

Zhan Beixiao didn't say a word.

Obviously not because of this.

"Did you quarrel with Miss Bai?"

The housekeeper thought about it, and suddenly realized that Miss Bai hadn't come to the mansion recently, it must be because of this.

Zhan Beixiao's eyes flashed a little dark, but he didn't deny it.

"Master Zhan, I just watched the news this morning. Miss Bai may be taking care of Miss Guan."

"news?"

Zhan Beixiao frowned, and looked at the housekeeper, what news?
"You've been busy cleaning up the mess recently, and you may not know that the serial killer was caught before, and it was said that it was the bone painter..."

The butler said the matter in a low voice: "I heard that Miss Guan was injured in the bombing, and she was seriously injured."

Zhan Beixiao's expression changed suddenly. After the last time they broke up unhappy, he plunged into the affairs of the consortium.

He originally wanted to get rid of those annoying people as soon as possible, and take Bai Yangyang out to play in time.

They seem to have little time to go out and relax.

But he didn't expect that he was busy for nearly half a month, during which Bai Yangyang never sent a message, and he refused to do so.

Unexpectedly, such a big thing happened in the capital.

"Why didn't you talk about such a big thing earlier?"

The housekeeper heard the displeasure in his words, and tremblingly said: "Master Zhan, you have never been back, and I have no chance..."

Zhan Beixiao took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Xun's number.

"Where?"

"Master Zhan, I'm in the hospital." Jiang Xun's voice was hoarse, "I told my sister-in-law that I'm leaving for a while."

Zhan Beixiao's eyes moved slightly: "Have you seen it?"

"Master Zhan, I don't think my sister-in-law is in the right condition, why don't you go and have a look?"

Jiang Xun licked his lips and suggested.

Zhan Beixiao hung up the phone without saying a word, got up and left the Vietnam mansion.

In the middle of the night, the entire imperial capital fell silent, and the originally bustling downtown area was deserted.

There is only boundless emptiness and loneliness.

Zhan Beixiao drove to Yueya Xiaozhu.

After three years, Zhan Beixiao stepped into the crescent building again, looked at the closed door, and reached out to enter the password.

The password is his birthday.

Zhan Beixiao remembered it clearly.

Push open the door, the room is cold.

The cold wind was howling, and the curtains were dancing under the moonlight. He reached out and turned on the light.

He supported the wall with one hand, lowered his head and took out a pair of men's slippers, changed them, and closed the door behind his back.

This house used to be his and Bai Yangyang's home. After three years, standing here, he felt both familiar and strange.

There are traces of their lives in every corner here, and even on the carpet, it seems that there is still the breath of their entanglement.

Zhan Beixiao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Yangyang?"

No one answered.

He walked across the corridor and opened the bedroom door.

There were slightly rapid breathing sounds and slight groans from inside.

He walked into the room and looked down at the person lying on the bed, his face was flushed and his head was covered with sweat.

He stretched out his hand, his forehead was hot.

Damn.

Zhan Beixiao leaned over, picked her up, and informed Qi Bei: "Don't take vacation, get back right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Beixiao sent Bai Yangyang to the hospital.

She was hot all over, and she was almost in a coma. The doctor took a look, and looked at Zhan Beixiao with some reproach: "What's wrong with your family members? You're almost burnt out, so you brought it here!"

Zhan Beixiao put Bai Yangyang down, the doctor reprimanded him, his hands kept moving.

After the examination, he handed the result to Zhan Beixiao: "I have a viral cold, and I may have to stay in the hospital for a few days."

After going through the hospitalization procedures, Bai Yangyang was transferred to the ward.

The doctor gave a fever-reducing injection and had a drip on his hand, but he still didn't wake up.

When Qi Bei rushed over, Zhan Beixiao was sitting by the bed, his eyes fell on Bai Yangyang.

"Battle Lord."

Qi Bei looked at Zhan Beixiao, as indifferent as ever.

"Jiang Zun won't be coming back for the time being, you should come back first."

Zhan Beixiao originally wanted to give Qi Bei a vacation, but now it seems that vacation is impossible.

Qi Bei heard the words.

Zhan Beixiao told Qi Bei about the consortium, and then let Qi Bei leave.

Bai Yangyang was still running a fever, so Zhan Beixiao fetched warm water from the bathroom to help her wipe her body.

She was hot all over and was sweating constantly. Zhan Beixiao wiped it off repeatedly without using his hands on others.

Bai Yangyang, half asleep and half awake, smelled a familiar smell.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and a burst of strong light pierced into her eyes, and she subconsciously reached out her hands to cover them.

But he didn't want someone to hold his hand: "Don't move around, there is still a drip in your hand."

The deep male voice fell, Bai Yangyang opened his eyes, and Zhan Beixiao's face came into view.

The man lowered his eyes and reached out to touch her forehead: "The temperature has dropped, is there any discomfort?"