But Qu Yan does not matter.

She didn't even look at the old man, and turned a deaf ear to what he said.

Ji Peihong was so angry that he just wanted to speak, "You..." but suddenly stretched out his hand and covered his heart.

The butler on the side immediately supported the old man, took out the heart medicine to feed him, and said: "Old man, you should go down and rest first. Ji Shaoji people have their own visions and they will definitely be able to make it through, but you must not be here. I was so angry at that time."

Ji Peihong stared at Ji Zhuoran's body from the corner of his eyes, but because he really couldn't see such a situation, he could only nod and agree, "Okay, you can help me down first and ask the doctor to help me see it."

As soon as Mrs. Ji left, Qu Yan and Ji Zhuoran were left in the room for a while.

She slowly said, "Ji Zhuoran, don't die, I don't want to owe you a life, and I don't want to be buried with you after death, I beg you, you live..."

She was the only one talking in the quiet room.

"If you are alive, the two of us will die of old age and we will never get together anymore. Don't you hate me the most? You have tolerated me for so long for the sake of the child, and now the child is gone. You wake up and send me to it. Go abroad, the dead old man won't stop me this time."

She slowly said, "I still owe you a painting, a lot of money, you are really dead, and you will never be able to repay this debt from me. Don’t worry, I will repay it to you in the future. After all, I really I don't want to owe you anything, I don't want to have any contact with you anymore."

He was motionless, as if he hadn't heard these words at all.

Qu Yan continued, "Don’t pretend to be dead. Although I owe you a lot, you owe me a lot. You never tell me why you hate me and you won’t tell me. Why did you lie to me and have to kill the baby? If you wanted to torture me at the beginning, why did you take care of me when I was pregnant with the baby?"

He still did not answer, only a heartbeat wave line on the ECG monitor slowly fluctuating, making a beeping sound.

"Say, say..." She begged in a low voice, tears slowly falling from the corners of her eyes.

Just like this for a day or two, she felt that she was about to shed all the tears of her life.

The long night came again.

When the doctor entered the room again, he probed for signs of Ji Zhuoran's life and breathed a sigh of relief, "Ji Shao's heartbeat has stabilized, and it seems that it is about to pass."

Listening to this, Qu Yan slowly closed his eyes.

It's great, she still has a chance to break with this man.

Finally, on the third day, Ji Zhuoran woke up.

He opened his eyes and noticed the Quyan on the bed on the right, lying like a rag doll that had lost his soul, looking straight at the ceiling, without much emotion in his eyes.

"Small smoke?" he asked.

Qu Yan turned his head mechanically, glanced at him, and stiffly said, "Wake up, congratulations."

Congratulations on his escape, and congratulations to myself, for not having to bury a grave with him.

She got up, pressed the bell on the bedside, and called the doctor and nurse.

"Thank God, Ji Shao, you finally woke up." Ji family members said happily.

"Hurry up and call the old man, he didn't feel that he could sleep well for the past two days. He just took the medicine and fell asleep."

"Then wait a moment, the old man can't wake up after taking the medicine, wait until he wakes up."

And the joy is theirs, Qu Yan has nothing, she just wants to escape.

Only Qu Yan said coldly, "Since I am awake, let me go, Ji Shao, child...you beat it yourself, it doesn't count as my breach of contract, let me go."

When everyone in the room heard this, they became quiet for a while and did not dare to say any more.

Many people have slowly moved to the door.

Ji Zhuoran was lifted up and sat on the bed, looking at her with a weak and handsome face, her eyes dark, "Xiaoyan, you should rest well and get your body well."

"Are you trying to get me pregnant again, and then get pregnant with another daughter? Ji Zhuoran, please, don't torture me, I don't know what irritating things I have done, you will hate me so much, Fei Do your best to make me die, am I worthy?" She asked, her eyes sharp as a knife.