The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Wen Shixian frowned her eyebrows slightly, and the willow eyebrows in the distant mountains added a little sadness, "Your power is in Country A. With the current situation, we can't adjust the source of the heart so far."

"Are you sure you don't tell Ye Yuchen?" She raised her eyes to look at Gong Lichuan, with a sense of scrutiny.

He is the Emperor Ancheng, and he has a sphere of influence throughout the country. It is the only way for him to find the source of his heart.

Gong Lichuan pursed his thin lips, his eyes darkened a bit.

Ye Yuchen was the man Mu Wanqing chose...In any case, it was his Qing'er who personally selected him to marry.

Even if he doesn't want to let go, he has to admit...

Mu Wanqing loves Ye Yuchen, not him.

"You shouldn't hide it." Gong Lichuan replied in a deep voice, "But, Qing'er wants to hide it, I... persuade you not to move."

Wen Shixian sighed lightly.

She shook her head, "I don't understand what Qing'er is afraid of, how dare you indulge her like this!"

"I don't care whether Ye Yuchen is dead or alive, happy or worried, I only know that if I keep concealing it, Qing'er will be gone!" Wen Shixian's voice was cold, and at the last sentence, she almost lost her mind.

She knows too well that heart disease is a disease that cannot delay treatment.

She is also not the savior, and she is also worried about whether Ye Yuchen will be harmed by this incident...

She just wants her Qing'er to be good!

"I will persuade her." Wen Shixian calmed down and calmed down, "but if I can't persuade her, I will go to Ye Yuchen myself."

When the voice fell, she turned around and went back to the ward.

Gong Lichuan was taken aback for a moment, he froze in place, did not move for a long time, and even held his breath.

I don’t know if I’m thinking about Wen Shixian’s words or feeling the intense pain in my heart...

"If you keep the secret, Qing'er will be gone..."

Qing'er is gone...no.

Wen Shixian's words kept lingering in her ears.

Gong Lichuan slowly clenched his fists, he suddenly hit the white wall fiercely, and blood flowed down the wall.

He wanted to make Mu Wanqing worry-free all his life.

She said she wanted to conceal it, so he let her help her to conceal it, for fear that it would not be as she wished and it would stimulate her to have a heart attack...

However, Wen Shixian was right.

If you continue to indulge her, it is not just a heart attack problem, but...the person is gone.

...

In the middle of the night, Mu Wanqing began to feel dizzy and nauseous, and even had a low-grade fever, making her whole body haggard.

The girl was lying on the bed, bowed her head and vomited, almost vomiting all the juice in her stomach, until she couldn't vomit anything, she still retched uncomfortably.

"Qing'er, how do you feel?"

Wen Shixian stroked her back lightly, an anxious expression floating on her face, and a rare panic.

Mu Wanqing didn't speak, and suddenly got up and started to retching again.

"How can I vomit like this?" Wen Shixian frowned.

Gong Lichuan immediately called the doctor, but the doctor looked calm and calm after the examination.

"It's okay. After all, gastric lavage will damage the gastric mucosa. It will be more sensitive these days, and it will recover slowly after a while. Don't let her stimulate the stomach wall again."

Hearing this, Gong Lichuan suddenly became angry.

He picked up the doctor's collar, his eyes were scarlet, "She feels like this, you tell me it's okay?"

Mu Wanqing lay on his side on the hospital bed. Because he vomited too frequently, he didn't want to lie down at all, lest he had to get up again.

Wen Shixian helped her curl her hair, "Is it better?"

The girl shook her head weakly.