Chatper 32 (2/2)

It's He Qiaoyan's message.

He Qiaoyan: What are you doing?

Qin Yiyue: Getting ready to sleep. How about you?

He Qiaoyan: I'm at the airport and I have something to deal with temporarily.

Qin Yiyue: Can the wedding be caught up?

He Qiaoyan: No problem. In case you are worried, let me tell you in advance.

Qin Yiyue looked at the line, smiled, and replied: "Your explanation is enough."

He Qiaoyan: Take a good rest, I will pick you up tomorrow.

Qin Yiyue: Yes.

**

Airport.

He Qiaoyan watched the news of the arrival of a certain flight, put away his phone, and looked at the LED screen at the airport expressionlessly.

Soon, a group of people walked out of the VIP passage.

Between them was a trolley.

He Qiaoyan walked over quickly, seeing the pale woman pushing the bed, her eyes darkened a bit.

He asked coldly, "What's the situation now?"

"Miss Wen's body is weak, and she is not suitable for long-term flying. She needs to be admitted to the hospital immediately for observation."

"I'll take her there."

"Mr. Lauhe is here."

A group of people carefully carried Wen Xinmo into He Qiaoyan's car, and got into another car.

After He Qiaoyan's car drove out of the airport, Wen Xinmo barely regained consciousness.

He Qiaoyan saw her movement from the rearview mirror, stopped the car, and said softly, "You're awake."

Wen Xinmo opened her star-bright eyes and smiled softly, "My wish came true yesterday."

"What wish?"

"I think when I woke up, the first person I saw was you. I didn't expect it to come true."

"There is no need to make a wish for such a small matter."

"I have to promise even small things. There are not many wishes I can make." Wen Xinmo didn't know what to think of, and her bright eyes dimmed a bit.

Her face was originally pale, but her eyes were particularly bright.

When her eyes dimmed, it felt like a flower had bloomed and failed in an instant.

He Qiaoyan didn't make a sound to comfort him, but said, "I'll take you to the hospital, and you can sleep again."

"Then you go home and be the bridegroom of another woman tomorrow, don't you?"

"You shouldn't know these things."

Wen Xinmo's tears immediately flooded her eyes, "Qiao Yan, I, I still have no way not to love you. I have been abroad for so long, and I still have no way to forget you. What do you want me to do? I can't fall in love with you. Others have no right to ask you anything. I think I am so tired, more tired than when I was healthy."

"You take good care of your illness and don't think about it."

"I don't." Wen Xinmo's tears rolled down, and her thin hands tremblingly held He Qiaoyan's.

He Qiaoyan's hand was stiff, but he didn't pull it out.

Wen Xinmo put He Qiaoyan's hand to her ear and rubbed it lightly, choked up and said, "I want to marry you, I really want to think about it."

"I'm getting married tomorrow."

Wen Xinmo burst into tears in an instant, and tremblingly said: "Qiao Yan, can you give me a chance? I will take good care of my illness and take good care of Xiaobao, treating him like my own child."