Ten billion wealthy daughters

Qing'an was supported by her for a while before she came back to her senses. When she stood up to pay the bill just now, her eyes suddenly went dark.

what happened?

Is it too tired to climb the mountain?

Qing'an frowned—ever since she fainted out of nowhere in Thailand, her family members were terrified, and even she herself doubted what was wrong with her body.

However, no matter in Thailand, or in Kyoto or Hong Kong, there is no problem with the comprehensive physical examination.

"Little girl," the proprietress saw that she had recovered, and hurriedly called again, "Are you alright?"

"I..." Qing'an was a little embarrassed. She didn't know if she was too tired from climbing the mountain, or if she had soaked too much in the hot springs, or...she watched the "Focus on Current Affairs at the Frontier" that was still being broadcast, and squeezed a trace of it from her face. Smiling, "Miss Boss, I'm fine, it's just that I suddenly felt dizzy just now."

"Are you hypoglycemic?" The proprietress looked at Qing'an, she was tall and good-looking, and it couldn't be high blood pressure no matter what.

"I...not..." Qing'an shook her head, "I just had a physical examination recently, and it's really not hypotension."

"Then you should see a doctor." The proprietress of the inn is obviously an enthusiastic person, "It's late today, and I'll take you there tomorrow."

Seeing Qing'an's tangled face, she hurriedly explained: "Little girl, don't think that I just introduced doctors to you casually. This ancestor was an imperial doctor, and this generation is already the sixth generation... ...He retired from the provincial hospital and opened his own clinic at home. The provincial hospital came to invite him several times but failed. I will take you to see it tomorrow, huh?"

The voice of the news broadcast was still talking non-stop, Qing'an really didn't want to hear it, so she smiled and said to the proprietress: "Okay, then I will trouble Auntie tomorrow."

Then he hurriedly escaped from the eating place and went to the courtyard of the inn by himself.

The night was full of moon, and the breeze was blowing slowly, bringing with it a trace of tranquility, which also calmed Qing'an's previously irritable mood.

Although her mind was still racing with headache words such as engagement and marriage, she stood in the yard, holding hands, controlling her emotions to calm down little by little.

It has nothing to do with you... It has nothing to do with you...

She recited it silently in her heart over and over again. For a while, she felt that her mind was as calm as water, but after a while, it was like adding fuel to a raging fire, and it was even difficult to breathe.

Her chest was heaving, her hands were clenched tightly, and she was trapped in her own world until the phone rang.

It's an international call from Italy.

Qing'an hesitated for a moment, and pressed the answer button.

The call was from West, asking about her going to the Middle East to attend the royal wedding, and West was also invited.

"I haven't figured out how to get there yet." Qing'an's voice sounded hoarse. After answering the phone, her senses seemed to come back in an instant, but the flame deep in her heart became even more angry and compressed into a fireball.

"May I come to pick you up?" West's voice was calm and gentle, like a breeze under the starry sky burned by flames, "I drove a private jet there, and there was no one else, so it's just right to take you."

"it is good."

The reply from the other end of the phone almost stunned West, before he even had time to be happy, he heard Qing'an say: "You can contact my second brother and ask him to send the stylist to Italy to help me in Order a dress from Italy."

This is asking West for help. West just felt that there was a little sweetness in the air today, and he couldn't smile anymore: "Leave it to me."

Qing'an hung up the phone calmly, and just stood in the yard of the inn, looking at the bright moon.

She is tall and tall, with a face like a flower, standing in the yard is a sight.

for a long time.

Xia Qing'an turned her head slightly, glanced in the direction of Myanmar, and said slowly: "Brother Anong, you have to be well, I won't go there again in the future."