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Chapter 209: Xiaoyan, shall we start again?

Xiao Lin, who was waiting outside the room, saw Yao Zimo and his party coming out, and immediately walked forward, "Doctor Yao, how is Madam?"

Yao Zimo calmly said: "I still need a rest. I just gave her medicine. She has already fallen asleep. I will prescribe some medicine for her when I go back today. I will ask someone to bring it to you tomorrow."

"Ah, well, thank you Doctor Yao," Xiaolin said gratefully, "Then, I'll send you out."

Yao Zimo's attitude was faint, "Don't be so polite, let's go."

As he said, he greeted the doctors and nurses behind him to leave.

Thinking of the unpleasant things that happened in the hospital before, Xiao Lin also knew that Doctor Yao was unwilling to let him go, so he could only agree, "Well, then Doctor Yao is easy to leave."

The few nurses wearing masks followed Yao Zimo to leave, and one of the nurses walked along and suddenly shook.

Xiaolin looked over at once.

The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The nurse seemed to be a bit taller when she came here recently.

"Wait!" He said, stopping the group of people who were about to leave.

Yao Zimo turned his head, a pair of originally gentle eyes also brought a sharp divine light.

This is the Ji family, and there are many people around them. If they can't pass Xiaolin's level, they still can't take Qu Yan away so smoothly.

For a time, everyone's hearts were raised high in an instant.

However, Xiao Lin said: "It will detour over there. I will take you to a shortcut, hurry up."

at the same time.

Du Ruo lay on Qu Yan's bed, listening to the surroundings quietly, without much movement, and put a little snack.

She was about to get out of bed to detect the escape route, but suddenly heard the sound of approaching footsteps!

"Oh, why is there someone coming?" Du Ruo had a headache, and he had discussed it before.

After going out, just say that the people in the room are resting, so there shouldn't be anyone to disturb her!

However, they all overlooked one point.

One person only dared to see Qu Yan after she fell asleep.

She felt lying on the bed, facing the outside with the back of her head, and covering her face with the quilt, hoping to drag it for a while.

Click.

The door lock turned, and the man's slightly heavy footsteps rang.

"Xiaoyan, I came to see you, are you better?" Ji Zhuoran's voice sounded in the room.

Du Ruo felt sick when he heard his pretending affectionate voice.

Why did you knock out the child in Xiao Yan's belly? Scumbag!

She frantically complained in her heart, and at the same time prayed that the man would not come over.

However, contrary to expectations, his footsteps slowly approached and stopped directly on the head of the bed.

And he was only separated by a silk quilt from the truth that the woman on the bed was not Qu Yan.

Du Ruo didn't move, he didn't even dare to gasp, pretending that he had passed out completely.

But Ji Zhuoran, after standing by her bed, said nothing.

He just looked at it, like a pervert.

Time passed by, but Du Ruo felt more and more panicked.

He won't see anything anymore, will he? He didn't make a sound, did he leave?

For a long time, I heard him say, "This time I am sorry for you. I don't care about the things you owe me before. Let's clean up the matter and start over, okay?"

There is rare affection and tenderness in his voice.

However, Du Ruo felt that he was full of question marks.

With the humble status of Qu Yan before, what can she owe Ji Zhuoran?

Besides, even if he owes him something, then he can't beat the child! How innocent the child is, and the child is still his. Tiger Poison doesn't even eat children. This man is so cruel and cruel, he has the face to ask for a new start!

She really has a new understanding of this man's face!

But on the surface, she continued to remain silent and asleep, and did not give him a half answer.

But this time, her silence no longer satisfied Ji Zhuoran.

He leaned over, approached her, and asked her with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Smoke, shall we start again?"