The queen's wife is too sultry

In Anlan Cemetery, Ye Zhen and Lu Qing are facing each other.

Lin Mo stood about five meters away from Ye Zhen, watching her from a distance.

Without Ye Zhen's instructions, he didn't dare to get too close.

But because the distance was too far, even with his super hearing, it was difficult for him to hear what the two were saying.

Lin Mo took off his sunglasses and squinted in Lu Qing's direction.

From the shape of the man's lips, he vaguely discerned that Lu Qing mentioned Jiang Jingting.

Lu Qing's expression was calm and composed, with a bit of confidence that he was sure of winning.

And Ye Zhen turned her back to him, so that he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

Lin Mo's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.

While the two were talking, Lu Qing suddenly looked at him with a smile on his lips, like a cunning fox.

Lin Mo couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart. Just as he was about to step forward, the two of them seemed to have finished their conversation. Ye Zhen turned around and walked towards him.

She was wearing a black knee-length dress. The simple style outlined her slender and tall figure. The bangs on her forehead moved with the wind, half covering her clear eyes, giving her a messy and moving beauty.

Lu Qing stood where he was, watching her leave.

Ms. Ye looks so thin, as if she could run away when the wind blows, the CEO should really take her by his side to protect her, Lin Mo thought silently.

"Let's go, Lin Mo."

The winter sun was too thin, Ye Zhen shrank a bit from the cold, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the blue blood vessels under her cheeks were faintly visible.

Almost without hesitation, Lin Mo picked up the woolen coat in his arms and covered Ye Zhen.

"Miss, don't catch a cold."

Ye Zhen smiled, and for a moment, Lin Mo felt that it was not so cold anymore.

She wrapped her coat tightly and tilted her head slightly. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Lu Qing was still standing there, and said in a low voice:
"Thank you, go back, grandma is still waiting for me."

Lin Mo followed Ye Zhen, and when he was about to leave the scope of the cemetery, he looked back.

Lu Qing's eyes met his. There was no smile in the man's eyes. He put his hands in his pockets, and his emotionless eyes seemed to be staring down at Lin Mo, with an unstoppable coercion and strength.

Lin Mo turned his head back blankly, hiding the surprise in his eyes.

The last person who made him feel so oppressive was Jiang Jingting.

Rui Yao's CEO is really not as cynical as he appears on the surface.

Knowing about the relationship between Ye Zhen and Jiang Jingting, such a rich man approached Ye Zhen frequently, what exactly did he want to do?
The heater was turned on in the car, and the temperature was pleasant. Lin Mo opened the car door for her, and Ye Zhen went to see Zhang Yuemei immediately.

The old man was covered with a blanket and was taking a nap in the back seat.

His face was serene, with tear stains on his face intertwined with ravines, and his gray hair was a little messy due to the wind.

Ye Zhen felt as if her heart was blocked, feeling bored and sore, she raised her hand, and very gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears, and then went around to the co-pilot.

She had just fastened her seat belt when she found Lin Mo leaning on the door with one hand, looking at her motionless.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Lin Mo shook his head, showing hesitation. After struggling for a while, he still decided to speak out what was in his heart.

He said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Miss, Lu Qing is not trustworthy. If he says something that is not good for the president, no matter what, you have to choose to trust the president."

Ye Zhen was slightly taken aback, and then her face returned to normal, her expression was indifferent, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

"Let's drive, Lin Mo, and take grandma back to the hospital."

She avoided the meaning of his words.

Lin Mo couldn't control Ye Zhen's emotions, so he could only obey her orders.

Perhaps it was because he was tired from sweeping the tomb, even though Lin Mo drove the car steadily, there were still some bumps, but even so, Zhang Yuemei slept very peacefully.

Only after Lin Mo carried her back to the hospital bed and Ye Zhen tucked her in the quilt, the old man babbled in his sleep like a child falling asleep: "Zhen Zhen, run slowly, grandma can't keep up with you."

A very vague sentence, when Ye Zhen realized it, her heart seemed to be hit hard by something, a strong and warm emotion hit her brain, and her hand holding the corner of the quilt trembled a little.

"Good night, Grandma."

Ye Zhen pressed a kiss on her forehead, as light as a feather, and then quietly left the ward.

As soon as she closed the door of the ward, there was a severe pain in her stomach, as if a cold hand was stirring inside, the pain made her arch her waist immediately, and pressed her stomach with both hands.

Lin Mo immediately went to help her, and his monotonous and rigid voice finally had some ups and downs, "Miss! What's wrong with you!"

There was cold sweat gathering on the forehead, Ye Zhen gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain in her stomach, put on a mask and hat, and held Lin Mo's hand while gasping, her voice was weak: "It's okay, it's just a stomach problem."

Lin Mo pursed his lips, his eyes were full of guilt and self-blame, he looked at Ye Zhen's pale face that was not covered by the mask, his resolute face was full of panic, "It's all my fault, I forgot to remind you to eat."

"I'll take you to the doctor."

As he said, he was going to help Ye Zhen to go forward, but was stopped by Ye Zhen: "No, just go and get some stomach medicine for me, and then go and pour some hot water for me."

Lin Mo helped Ye Zhen to sit on the row of chairs, "Miss, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Then the tall black figure appeared in the cold white corridor like the wind.

Ye Zhen sat on the cold bench, the pain caused by the coldness spread from her stomach to her limbs. Even though she was wearing a thick coat, she still shivered and curled up into a ball, feeling that the temperature in her whole body was constantly losing.

She bit her lip extremely hard, trying her best to endure the surging pain.

Since returning to China, she has been running around for Zhang Yuemei. The news of Zhang Yuemei's dementia and the matter of Yupei made her mentally in a very chaotic state, her appetite lost. Despite Lin Mo's urging, she started to Up to now, almost only drink water.

In the past six months, she hadn't had a stomach problem for a long time, so she relaxed. She didn't expect this attack to be so violent.

Ye Zhen curled up on the chair, thinking wildly, when suddenly, a glass of water was handed to her.

"Miss, drink some water first. I took the medicine and bought some food by the way. You can fill your stomach."

The water cup was steaming and misty, Ye Zhen held the water cup and took a big gulp.

The warm water flowed through her esophagus to the stomach, quickly warming the empty stomach, and the cramping pain was relieved a lot.

Ye Zhen took the millet porridge in his hand, Lin Mo had inserted the straw for her, and she sipped it.

"Thank you."

Lin Mo pursed his lips, the feelings of self-blame and guilt still lingered in his heart, "Miss."

"Huh?" Ye Zhen raised her eyes and met his eyes, "Why?"

He asked softly, "How did you get stomach problems?"

"President, does he know that your stomach problem is so serious?"