The reborn sweet wife is so good at flirting, the abstinent Qi Ye fell into the trap

Before the sun sets, the new laboratory has been completely tidied up. Even the green plants at the door have been placed neatly, and the snacks in the lounge have been replenished.

Ji Yunyue took photos of various areas of the laboratory and asked Xiaoyang to debug the ports of the monitoring backend. Ji Yunyue sent these to Bai Xinyu.

After Bai Xinyu read the message, she put her phone away and then took Yu Wenqi's hand and put it against her face: "I'm going to the laboratory tomorrow. Shang Yang's condition is not very good. I have to hurry up." Speed ​​up.

Don't be sad that I will have less time to spend with you next time.

When I'm done, I'll come and stay with you.

People from the Wu family will continue to protect you during this period, and you will be safe.

do not be afraid. "

After kissing the back of Yu Wenqi's hand, Bai Xinyu put his hand back under the quilt again, tucked the corners of the quilt for him again, and murmured in a lonely voice: "It's getting colder and colder in West City, I'm a little I miss home... I want to go back to Nancheng. Are you homesick? I really want to... I really want to go home with you...

But you are like this, how should we go back?

I promised my mother that I would bring you back intact.

Why……"

With a long sigh, Bai Xinyu stood up and kissed Yu Wenqi's forehead before standing up straight. She didn't need to look back to know that there was an extra person in the ward: "Linglong, you are here."

Linglong was also surprised by Bai Xinyu's sensitivity. She blinked her eyes and then responded: "Yes, Miss Bai."

"Did Shang Yang ask you to bring something to me?" Bai Xinyu looked at Linglong's location.

"Yes." Linglong then informed Bai Xinyu about Shang Wei: "Miss Ninth asked me to stay by your side to protect you."

"I have the Wu family, Xiaoyang and Yunyue by my side. I don't need your protection." Bai Xinyu smiled slightly: "You should go back to Shang Yang. Her health is not very good. No one."

"Miss Jiu has Master Jiu by her side, but by your side..." Linglong glanced outside the ward door with her smart eyes, and curled the corners of her mouth downwards.

Even Bai Xinyu noticed that she was here. Is the Wu family outside the door dead?

If this person is not her, but some kind of suspicious person, is Bai Xinyu still alive? !

But speaking of it... Linglong was still very confident in her own skills, and her concealment skills were excellent, but how did Bai Xinyu know that she was coming?

Is it possible that Bai Xinyu has become a master after not seeing each other for a few days?

"You have been by Shang Yang's side all the time, and you are smelling of Shang Yang's sachet." Bai Xinyu seemed to know what Linglong was thinking, and explained her confusion with a smile: "I prepared that sachet, and when I smell it, I will knew."

The person who appears here at this time cannot be Shang Yang, so it can only be Linglong.

Linglong suddenly realized that she looked at Bai Xinyu with admiration in her eyes. It was very powerful to have such a sense of smell!

Bai Xinyu didn't think it was anything, and just asked Linglong about Shang Yang's situation.

Linglong knew that Shang Yang didn't want Bai Xinyu to worry too much about her, so she talked about Shang Yang's condition in a more subtle way.

Bai Xinyu was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then finally said: "Let her wait for me."

"Yes." Linglong responded and conveyed Bai Xinyu's words to Shang Yang that night.

At that time, Shang Yang had already returned to his residence. He was exhausted from the pain due to the illness. He lay on his back on the bed. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat and he couldn't even lift a finger.

But when Linglong said that Bai Xinyu asked her to wait, Shang Yang smiled.

"Okay, I'll wait for her."

Shang Yang's voice was hollow and full of exhaustion, and his clear eyes looked at the ceiling.

For the first time, when she was tormented by illness, she had support and expectations. Someone gave her a reason to stay alive.

On the other side, the third master also heard about Shang Yang's situation from Liangfeng. He repeatedly smacked his tongue: "Poor little Jiu'er..."

"Professor Ma also said that Miss Jiu's time is running out." Liangfeng recalled Shang Yang's sick and sick look that seemed to be ready to pass away at any time but still holding on, and felt a little pitiful: "I don't know that Master Jiu... "

"A white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift..." Third Master sighed: "This is not the first time. He should be used to it!"

"..." Liangfeng felt that he couldn't answer this question.

"When will this day-to-day illness end?" The third master put his hands behind his back: "She seemed to be fine before, and I thought she could last a few more years. Now, It looks like I’m afraid it will be difficult for me to survive this year.”

"Third Master, Miss Ninth is still checking on Professor Ma." Liangfeng informed Third Master that someone was following Professor Ma today.

"This Xiao Jiu'er, it's really..." The third master's eyes darkened, and the sympathy on his face also subsided: "It's only been a few days, and it's still so troublesome."

"What do you think we should do about this matter?" Liangfeng looked at the third master, his brows filled with hesitation.

Shang Yang doesn't have much time left, so he probably won't be able to find anything out, but if you don't fear ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

What if Shang Yang really finds out...

"I remember that when Xiao Jiuer was first rescued, he looked stupid and could not laugh or cry. His body was covered in bruises and bruises, which made people feel distressed.

The Shang family didn't treat her well either. They sent her abroad with the intention of letting her fend for herself.

They didn't even pay the medical bills in time, and the agency they found was irresponsible. Later, it was me who transferred her to Lao Jiu, giving her a chance to survive.

She is also a promising person, and Lao Jiu really admires her.

After so many years of face blindness, I can still remember Xiao Jiuer's face. This is the fate between people...

How interesting, haha.

I just didn’t expect that this glimmer of hope would be so short..."

The Third Master sighed, as if he was immersed in the memories of the past, but also as if he had to make a heavy decision: "Since she is going to die eventually, we still have to let her die well!"

"Third Master, you mean..." Liangfeng understood the subtext of Third Master, a flash of astonishment flashed across his expression, and then his eyes lit up as if he thought of something: "Have you decided yet?"

"From the current point of view, Xiaoyu is indeed the best candidate." The third master walked to the potted plant and looked at the beautiful flowers in bloom. He stretched out his hand to touch the branches and leaves, and then stretched out his hand to the cool breeze: " This person has to go through something to grow, just like this flower, if you want to grow well, you must prune it in time. Only by cutting off the inappropriate ones can nutrients be supplied to the best branch."

Liangfeng handed the third master a pair of retro-looking scissors.

The third master continued to say while pruning the branches and leaves on the side: "If you are willing to give up, if you don't give up, how can you gain anything?"

With that said, the third master cut off all the other flowers that were blooming, leaving only one.

Looking at the only flower in front of him, the third master smiled.

This world does not need so many colorful flowers.

Excess things are just greedily absorbing nutrients and wasting resources.

One flower is enough.

At this time, Liang Yu came down from upstairs. Looking at the pruned flowers, she sighed and stepped forward quickly: "Who cut my flowers!"

"Eh?" Third Master looked at Liang Yu: "Yours?"

"Yes! I bought it, it's so good! I'm going to give it to Xinyu! Who cut it for me like a dog gnawed it!" Liang Yu gritted her teeth: "If you let me know who cut my hair Flower! I will twist his head off!"

"Um... who is it..." The third master silently put the hand holding the scissors behind his back, and waved his other hand in the direction of the cool breeze.

Liangfeng felt a little tired, but still stepped forward to take the scissors from Master San and hid them carefully.