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An Qing graduated from university at the age of 22 and came back from abroad. She directly joined her father's company. She has been working for more than ten years. She spent more than ten years of youth here. Besides, she was prepared to position herself as an outstanding successor from the very beginning, so she was not reconciled to letting her give up the right to inherit the company.An Qing is not the Holy Mother, she just wants to compete with the cheap brother for the family property, she just doesn't want to take advantage of the cheap brother, and let her spend more than ten years in making wedding dresses for others, how can she be willing?But for her who likes women, getting married is something that she has never thought about, especially since she has Liang Xiao beside her, no matter how she chooses, it will make her feel very uncomfortable.

"This is for the future. Let's talk about it after the operation." An Qing didn't give An Tai an answer directly. She felt that it was too early to make a decision now, and she would make plans after her father's operation.Although the relationship with the old man is estranged, it is not enough to not care about his father's life.

"That's fine." An Tai felt that it was only a matter of time before An Qing would accept this condition, so he was not in a hurry.

"You have an operation tomorrow, so go to rest early." The estranged parent-child relationship made An Qing unable to say more warm words, but just said this sentence.

"Well, you should go back and rest too." An Tai slightly nodded towards An Qing.

"I'll stay vigil tonight too." An Qing thought that she wouldn't have many chances of being a filial daughter, so let's just do it once or twice.

"It's fine if you have a caretaker. If your mother insists on staying here, you don't want to stay here to join in the fun. I'm fine. Your brother also insisted on staying here before. I just drove him back." An Tai said flatly.

"An Qing, you just got off the plane, go back first, I'm here to accompany your father, you don't know how to take care of others, so it's useless to stay here." An's mother, who was silent when their father and daughter were talking At this time also speak.

"Okay then, I'll go back first, come back tomorrow morning, call my cell phone if I need something." An Qing said and got up to push the suitcase back.

Mother An also got up immediately and left the ward with An Qing. She wanted to send her daughter to the hospital gate.

"What did the doctor say?" An Qing asked her mother.

"It's not too late to find out. Although it's not hopeless, it's not optimistic. We'll have surgery tomorrow." Mother An said with a heavy tone.

"Don't worry too much, Dad will be fine." An Qing comforted.

"Although your father is a bit patriarchal, he still loves you very much. After he knew that he was sick, he always missed you and was always worried that you would not get married. That's why he came up with this idea. Just listen to him... "

"Mom, let's talk about this later. Go back and take care of him. I'll go back first." An Qing didn't want to talk more about it with her mother.Her mother has never had much say in the family, and most of them listen to her father. Even if there is an extra cheap brother, her mother does not have much opinion. An Qing has nothing to say about things that are accepted by the parties, although I have always been a little upset.

Mother An looked at An Qing who had left, she felt that her daughter's temperament was more and more like her husband's, she had her own opinions, was strong, assertive, and would not easily change her decision for others.

An Qing rubbed her temples in the taxi, and she didn't know if it was because of her father's illness, or the content of the will, or both, and she felt a little heavy at the moment.Now she only hopes that the old man is fine, recovers from his illness and returns to the company to take charge of the power, so that she doesn't have to worry about the will for the time being.

An Qing got home and was just lying on the bed after taking a shower when she received a text message from Liang Xiao.

"My intuition tells me that you haven't slept yet. You came back from the hospital, right?" Liang Xiao couldn't fall asleep all the time, and sent An Qing a WeChat message when he felt that it was almost time.

"You guessed it, I just came back from the hospital, and I was just lying in bed. It's three o'clock, why are you still up?" An Qing saw Liang Xiao's image on WeChat, her heart warmed slightly, and she was in a good mood. Just a little bit.

"How is your father?" Liang Xiao asked with concern.

"Looking at tomorrow's operation, if it is successful, there should be no problem." An Qing replied.

"It will be fine. You probably have to go to the hospital very early tomorrow morning, so go to bed right now." Liang Xiao actually didn't want to disturb An Qing. After all, An Qing should be very tired at this point, but she still couldn't help sending An Qing A piece of information, An Qing just left the first night, she has already started to miss it.

"Did you wait until now just to urge me to sleep?" An Qing felt that typing was troublesome, so he sent a voice message directly.

"I can't sleep, I just want to sleep at the same time as you." Liang Xiao smiled unconsciously when he heard An Qing's voice. He wanted to hear her voice, so she came over. There was really a tacit understanding up.

"It's only now that I realize that you are very sensual." An Qing said jokingly after hearing the words.

"Occasionally." Liang Xiao unconsciously carried a somewhat coquettish tone.

"Are you acting like a baby?" An Qing asked knowingly in a surprised tone. She felt that Liang Xiao was more and more like a woman in love, and she seemed to like Liang Xiao more and more.

"No! Go to sleep quickly, go to sleep right away, and don't reply to any more messages." Liang Xiao blushed slightly. She really felt that she was becoming a little girl in front of An Qing. When a woman is in love, she always becomes unconscious. softer.

"Okay, I'll go to bed obediently, good night." An Qing typed the last sentence.

"An Qing, good night." Liang Xiao typed back the message, she likes to be called An Qing's name.

Looking at the phone screen, An Qing hoped that after the old man's operation was successful, he would change his will, get fifty-five points, or even a little less for herself.

Liang Xiao played An Qing's voice message over and over countless times, and he never got tired of listening to just two or three sentences.