Chapter 323 Miraculous Night Mausoleum
"Ah?" Shen Qianshu thought, you and your husband have such a good understanding? She didn't sleep well yesterday, and she was almost a visitor all day today, and she didn't take a rest, and she didn't even take a nap, her face was a little pale.
"You are also a patient, don't be brave, I will accompany him in the hospital."
"You all go home." Tong Hua said, "I can't sleep well in the hospital. I've grown up and don't need someone to accompany me."
"That won't work. No matter how you grow up, you are still our child. If you are sick, you can't be left alone in the hospital."
Shen Qianshu rubbed Tong Hua's little head, "Then Mommy will go home first, and make some porridge for you tomorrow."
"OK."
Shen Qianshu didn't go back to the country, so he simply wiped his body in the hospital cubicle, feeling a little uncomfortable, and really needed to go home to freshen up.
When she went downstairs, the sunset had just set, and the whole hospital was bathed in an orange afterimage. The breeze swayed, and the pale color in the hospital reflected the orange in the sky. It was extremely gorgeous, and Shen Qianshu had a feeling of being reborn.
Yeling leaned slightly in front of his sports car, wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, and changed into a slightly simpler casual outfit, a white sweater with a V-neck, a V-neck with a maroon edge, fit and slender jeans, a shirt He has a pair of long legs, which are extraordinarily slender. He is wearing a pair of white casual shoes, and he is dressed extraordinarily casually.
jeans? ? ? ?
The domineering president turns into a young literary youth in seconds.
When Yeling broke in wearing a long trench coat that day, what was engraved in her mind was the god of war in the ancient Roman era, the cold and severe wind of gods blocking gods and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking Buddhas. The coquettish style of camellia can even become a literary style.
Miracle Yeling?
Standing under the afterglow of the setting sun, he seemed to be full of vitality, full of vigor, and Shen Qianshu's steps towards him became a little lighter, as if he was running wildly to meet the person he liked when he was a teenager, full of joy.
"Sir, you don't look good wearing sunglasses!" Shen Qianshu blinked cleverly, smiling, and the big sunglasses reflected the two of her with lovely smiles.
Yeling quickly took off his sunglasses, stared at her, his eyes were about to spit fire again, Shen Qianshu stared, "This looks much better."
The anger was extinguished before it could rise.
Zhong Ran, who said that wearing sunglasses is the coolest, actually lied to me!
Shen Qianshu looked at his outfit playfully, "Sir, how old are you this year?"
The media said that he was twenty-eight.
"Twenty-seven!"
"He looks like he's twenty years old today." Shen Qianshu spoke sweetly without hesitation, "He's so handsome."
The corners of Yeling's lips raised slightly, but was flattened by him again, with an extremely steady and restrained appearance, Shen Qianshu was as sweet as a piece of caramel cake, wishing to swallow it in one bite, the afterimage of the twilight circled a blurred light around them .
During the rush hour, returning home was slow, Shen Qianshu had pulled himself together and continued to flirt with him, but was exhausted physically and mentally, so he fell asleep after taking a nap, Yeling frowned and looked at the black under her eyelids, and gave Ada a slap a phone call.
"You go to the hospital to watch."
"Young Master, I'm already in the hospital, and Miss Lin is accompanying me, should I still be there?"
"Watch!"
"yes!"
When Shen Qianshu woke up, the lights had just come on, and she was in the car with some heating on. She rubbed her eyes, feeling extremely sleepy, "Why did I fall asleep?"
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