The idea of ​​asking for help flashed through her mind, and then there was nothing left to recognize the reality.

As long as Bo Jingxing disagrees to let her go, everything else is impossible.

soon.

The phone was answered, and a stranger reported respectfully: "Young Master Bo, we are already in Jiangbei Hospital. What are your instructions?"

With his slender fingers holding the phone, Qin Yiren cleared his throat nervously and asked softly: "I... want to ask how the patient is doing?"

It seems that I didn't expect that the person who called was a woman.

The doctor on the other side of the phone paused and quickly replied: "The patient's condition is still stable at present, but we are worried that her condition will worsen after she wakes up. I temporarily inject her into a stable agent and wait until all the indicators of her body return to normal.

Try to wake her up again.”

With five years of experience in medical school, Qin Yiren can fully understand the other person's meaning.

As long as the doctor said it was true, her mother's situation was better than she thought. It was probably Qin Er who sent her mother to the hospital in time, racing against time to avoid the tragedy she least wanted to see.

Looking up at Bo Jingxing, she hurriedly spoke again: "If the patient wakes up, please inject a small dose of static agent and monitor it for 24 hours. I am worried that she may commit suicide, and the patient is in poor health.

Need extra care, and…”

"Xiaoqian."

She whispered to call out another unknown name, Bo Jing gently took back her phone, hung up the phone and said lightly: "Aunt Qin will be fine. These doctors are experts in the heart, and they are better than you and me in clinical practice.

More experienced.”

Qin Yiren looked at him blankly and lowered his eyes with a lonely expression. He had to admit that what he said made sense.

But it was her mother lying on the hospital bed.

She cares about things and is not something that cannot be understood.

"Okay, I have done what I promised you. Now it's your turn to promise me." He raised his hand and rubbed her hair to comfort her. Bo Jingxing continued, "Give me another day and I will take you away,

OK?"

Qin Yiren bit her lower lip lightly and nodded silently.

As long as she can leave here, even if Bo Jingxing looks very tightly, as long as she is more careful, she will always find an opportunity to contact her family. "Very good."

He nodded slightly with satisfaction, and Bo Jingxing indulged and doting advice: "Don't move the door lock anymore. I thought something happened to you, so I left the reporters and left the scene. Now I have to rush back to clean up the mess and come back to accompany you in the evening.

”

Qin Yiren nodded again, seeing that he was about to leave, he raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve, and asked worriedly: "Jing Xing, my brother hasn't come to the capital, right?"

"No."

Guessing what she was worried about, Bo Jingxing patiently explained: "Although Aunt Qin's condition is stable, medically, the possibility of an accident is never ruled out. Your brother stayed in the hospital as a family member and could not leave without authorization."

"……That's good."

The hungry heart fell, and Qin Yiren smiled slightly, saying that she would thank Bo Jingxing for keeping her word and let her meet her mother through the screen.

Her face was pale, her smile was thin and charming.

Bo Jingxing looked at her with a slightly deeper look, and he wanted to hug her, possess her, and love her. That was a man's instinctive desire.

"It's too late, I'm really leaving."

After saying that.

Bo Jingxing leaned over and kissed her forehead, restrained himself from turning around in front of her, and walked away from the room with his long legs.

He didn't tell her that what he was about to prepare for was her funeral.

Behind.

Qin Yiren slowly lay on the sofa, looking up at the gradually familiar ceiling, and her heart was filled with messy emotions, as if she had thought a lot, but she seemed to have nothing to think about.

She has been in the room these two days and spent most of her time sleeping. She obviously did nothing, but she never felt so tired.

fortunately.

Because my mother stayed in Jianghai's hospital, my brother failed to run to the capital to find out the truth about her accidental death, so he would not argue with Bo Jingxing head-on, ensuring his safety to the greatest extent.

She has no freedom now, but Bo Jingxing will at least not really hurt her...

Thinking of this.

Qin Yiren closed her eyes and showed a bleak bitter smile.

Her spirit is already full of holes. The so-called Bo Jingxing will not hurt her, but only refers to the physical level.

And other than that...

The cynical handsome man appeared in his mind. Qin Yiren pursed her lips in a complicated mood, and could not guess what kind of behavior he would do.

Bo Jingxing's plan disrupted her plan, resulting in temporary delay in the treatment of recovering memory.

In other words.

She is not the Qin Yiren that Chu Xinian likes now. I hope Chu Xinian can recognize this and never do impulsive things. Baoer still needs his care.

When Qin Yiren thought of the little guy lying in the cradle and ate, the tip of her nose felt sore, and she silently looked forward to the end of the day Bo Jingxing said. She was tired of sleeping here and didn't want to wait for a minute or a second.

...

Bojia Cemetery, north of the city.

The best designers in the capital set up solemn and romantic scenes overnight, with black and white roses covering the entire venue, and melodious and melodious piano music resounding around.

The guests who came to attend the funeral were all dressed in formal clothes and came to see off this woman who had never met before but had a high status because of the infatuation of the Bo family's son.

In an extremely heavy atmosphere.

The reporters who received the news flocked to him, carrying long spears and short cannons aimed at the man who returned. The camera faithfully recorded his silence, and there was no expression on his handsome face, as if he had suffered too much blow.

And no longer respond.

The reporters looked at each other, and someone raised the microphone and stepped forward: "Young Master Bo, we regret your fiancée's experience. Do you have anything to say?"

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and looked at the microphone in front of him, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I'm not in the mood."

"No, no, no, I should say sorry!" The reporter was startled, but due to the identity of the entertainment reporter, he had to bite the bullet and ask in a roundabout way: "Is it possible for your future if your fiancée died unexpectedly?

What is the impact of choosing a mate?"

This question is quite important.

Not only the reporters raised their microphones, but even the guests at the meeting pricked their ears. They were all wealthy families with good friends and sisters who were about to marry. Bo Jingxing was obviously a nearly perfect son-in-law who rode the dragon.

I heard that Bo Jingxing had a fiancée and was disappointed, but a dead fiancée rekindled hope for everyone.

"In a short period of time, I will not consider choosing a partner."

Bo Jingxing still lowered his eyes and continued slowly: "After the funeral, I need time to miss her. I can't accept other women appearing in my life for the time being. Are there any other problems?" (Unfinished
Chapter completed!