Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

When Liu Yin and his colleagues escorted Mo Li out of the elevator in the hospital, they suddenly bumped into a person—that person was Tan Yuran.

He was holding a gift in one hand, and the bouquet of red roses in the other hand looked extraordinarily eye-catching. It was obvious that he was here to see Cheng Qiyan.

But do you need to bring red roses to visit patients?It's just a blatant attempt to plot wrongdoing.

Mo Li, who was already in a heavier mood than going to the grave, suddenly became agitated, and bared his teeth at Tan Yuran with a gesture of baring his teeth, while Tan smiled lukewarmly, showing his disdain.

"Tan, what are you doing here... You'd better stay away from my brother-in-law!!"

"Oh? Congratulations on being imprisoned again! Of course I'm here to take care of Qi Yan for you, you can go to jail with peace of mind! I will take care of him very, very carefully!!"

"You...you dare to touch a single hair of my brother-in-law, see if I don't tear you up..."

"Waiting for you at any time." Tan Yuran was too lazy to talk to Mo Li, pressed the elevator button, and went up to the floor where Cheng Qiyan was.

Mo Li snarled at the closed elevator door, almost jumped eight feet high, but unfortunately, he was held down by two policemen, and he was dragged into the police car with his mouth full of feces.

In the ward, the atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious. Xiao Ting was telling Cheng Qiyan anecdotes about what happened in school, occasionally laughing happily, but the arrival of Tan Yuran broke the atmosphere.

He walked up to Cheng Qiyan, with a charming smile that never changed for thousands of years. He put the rose on the table beside the bed, and stared at Cheng Qiyan with deep black pupils.

The surrounding air became a little subtle, and there was a little restlessness in the depression.

Xiao Ting looked at the two strange people, and finally his eyes stayed on Tan Yuran's face, looking at him intently like a curious baby.

Cheng Qiyan came to his senses now, but he didn't have time to stop his daughter from blurting out the question... "Dad, why does he look so much like Mom?"

"Xiao Ting...cough cough...cough..." This question caused Cheng Qiyan to cough violently, perhaps because the wound was pulled, the expression on his face was extremely painful.

Xiao Ting, who was more sensible than ordinary children, never raised this question again, but she still stared blankly at that beautiful face, and the girl's eyes sparkled with surprise.

Under Tan Yuran's reassurance, Cheng Qiyan stopped coughing and gasped for shortness of breath. He didn't mind the other party holding his hand tightly. After a while, he said, "Thank you!"

Tan Yuran knew what he was referring to, but he didn't express anything. After all, he couldn't say "you're welcome", because he wanted to get it from the beginning to the end, that is, to exchange something.

Cheng Qiyan is also very clear that this man has paid a huge price to save Zhizhi. Although Tan Yuran's surface is still calm and there is no clue, but his intuition always reminds Cheng Qiyan that the price is very heavy, just like That bottle of icy blue liquid...it won't be that simple.

That day.

Tan Yuran picked up the confused Cheng Qiyan, put him on a big soft bed, wiped off the water droplets on his body, then picked up the tweezers, and gently picked out the crystal fragments pierced into the flesh for him, frowning tightly Carrying his distress and care.

Cheng Qiyan was shivering with a high fever, Tan Yuran took off his clothes to keep him warm until dawn, and then left the cold villa, Ji Lan, who was as beautiful as that poisonous snake.

She looked at the two men cuddling together in the back seat of the car, and there was a kind of anticipation in her eyes. She had been brewing for a long time only to intercept bits and pieces of juice in the future and taste the pleasure of revenge.

The car ran in the opposite direction from the villa, and gradually drifted away until it disappeared into nothingness at the end of the line of sight. Ji Lan turned around, raised her chin proudly, and looked at the man who appeared behind her silently like a ghost.

The man spoke, his deep and evil voice was like a magnetic field, able to attract all the attention of others, "Do you know why Tan Yuran can be a winner every step of the way?"

"Well, I would like to hear the details."

"Because of his conspiracy, he always includes himself in the plan, no matter blood or tears, he does it himself. I suspect that guy likes self-mutilation."

"Hehe...he can calculate himself, but you can calculate the overall situation, can't you?"

The man took off his top hat, took Ji Lan's hand, and kissed him, "Everything is for Her Royal Highness."

Ji Lan's face quickly turned cold, and she shook off the man's hand, "Slick tongue." Then she entered the villa without looking back.

The black figure of the man was left behind, mysterious and deep, covering the already gloomy morning with a layer of gloom.