The deep and dark eyes stared at her bulging belly, and the frown deepened.
How much did this little thing eat in one night!
The little girl tilted her head, followed his line of sight and looked down, and saw that her belly was obviously swollen in the middle of the light green princess dress, round and round, like a small ball.
The little girl suddenly widened her big black and beautiful eyes. Looking at her bulging belly, instead of covering it up, she happily stretched out her white and tender little hand, patted it, and said excitedly to her father:
"Father! Look, there is a baby in her stomach! What a big baby!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Anran: "..."
Chen Shuo: "..."
He guessed that Young Master Lu must regret coming here.
Seeing this, Lu Anran couldn't laugh or cry, she rubbed the little girl's head, and said softly, "Lili, do you still want to eat?"
"Don't eat," the little girl lowered her head and hugged her big belly, frowning in distress, "I can't eat anymore."
At this moment, the phone in Lu Junhan's suit pocket suddenly rang.
It was Lu Qidong calling.
Lu Junhan frowned slightly, and connected.
Lu Qidong's voice at this moment is no longer as gentle and elegant as usual, neither fast nor slow, but anxious, with a bit of urgency and sharpness:
"Come to the toilet on the far right on the third floor! Your aunt vomited blood and passed out!"
Lu Qidong's voice was full of urgency, almost roaring, so loud that even Chen Shuo and Lu Anran next to him could hear it clearly!
The expressions of the two changed suddenly.
Lu Junhan and Chen Shuo went upstairs without saying anything.
Lu Anran didn't know what was going on above, and was afraid that they would be too busy, so she wanted to follow.
But he turned his head and looked at the little girl who was obediently sitting on the chair, looking at her with big black eyes in doubt.
Lu Anran paused, and hurriedly called the bodyguards next to her, asking them to take care of the little girl first, and after a few words of advice to the little girl, she followed her upstairs.
Not long after, Lu Junhan, Chen Shuo, Lu Qidong, Song Qingwan, Lu Anran and the little girl, a total of two pitch-black cars drove away from Haicheng Hotel at high speed.
Because I said hello in advance, the road is smooth at the moment.
After running through five or six red lights, I finally arrived at Haicheng University Hospital.
…
Tonight is probably a sleepless night for many people.
Lu Anran found a clean and airy ward, absent-mindedly played games with the ignorant little girl, and finally took care of the little girl who refused to go back to Lu's house to sleep, and only wanted to stay with them after she fell asleep.
Then he came out of the room with red eyes.
Apparently he had just cried a lot.
Her face was pale and fragile, there was no trace of blood on her lips, her expression was dazed and dull, her eyes didn't have any focus, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Tonight was probably the scariest scene she had ever seen.
Blood.
Too much blood.
How can a person spit out so much blood
There was blood all over the ground, the red was dazzling, the red was shocking, but my aunt's face was so white, the white seemed to have died peacefully, and the white made her feel cold all over.
She seemed to be back when she was five years old again.
The mother's cold, pale, smashed and broken body was placed in the morgue, quietly, without any life.
She stood there with a blank mind, and her blood seemed to have frozen, leaving only an empty shell.
so sad.
She is really sad.
Song Qingwan had already been sent to the operating room, and the light in the operating room lasted for more than three hours, and it looked like it would take longer.
Every minute and every second is like a kind of delay.
Lu Junhan and Lu Qidong sat on the bench outside, silent.
And Song Qingwan's assistant stood beside them with a face full of guilt and pain.
Things have been hidden until now.
The assistant simply said it all.
Seeing Song Qingwan inside now, he also felt uncomfortable.
"dad… "
Lu Anran came out of the room, saw them in the corridor, couldn't hold back, and threw herself into the arms of Lu Qidong whose eyes were also slightly red.
Her crying was very restrained, as if she was afraid that the sound of crying would interfere with the operation of the doctor inside.
With tears streaming down her face, she said tremblingly,
"Aunt... Aunt, she will be fine, right? I, I actually have a lot... a lot of things I want to say to her, I... I thought, oh, I thought there would be time in the future, but why, why did it happen..."
Lu Qidong's eyes were red, and he swallowed the soreness rising up from his throat. He gently patted her back with his big hand, and his slightly hoarse voice trembled a little:
"She will be fine, and your aunt will be fine. Your aunt... aunt is so nice, she will be fine."
But they all know.
Advanced gastric cancer.
Basically, it can't be cured.
Death is also only a matter of time.
What's more, Song Qingwan's current situation is too serious.
They had to prepare for the worst.
Lu Junhan was sitting on the bench, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his dark and deep eyes were shining deeply, and the line of his thin jaw was very tight.
After a while, he suddenly stood up from his seat, without saying a word, took out his cigarette case, and went outside to smoke.
Seeing this, Lu Qidong turned his head to the side, and heaved a long sigh.
If anyone here has the closest relationship with Song Qingwan, it's probably this kid.
Nearly twenty years of relationship.
Xiao Anran was crying like this, Xiao Hanhan might feel even more uncomfortable.
…
When Song Qingwan woke up again, she saw the familiar hospital ceiling again.
And her hands were being infused as always, and the air was filled with the obvious smell of disinfectant.
"President Song, you're awake!"
The assistant was dozing off, but suddenly saw her wake up, with an obviously agitated expression, and stood up from the seat suddenly.
Song Qing gently turned his sore and tired head.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he met Lu Qidong's tired eyes with bloodshot eyes as if he hadn't slept all night.
His clothes were still the same as last night, but they were very messy. It was obvious that a lot of her blood had been stained on them, and most of them had clotted into dark blood clots. He looked a little embarrassed.
But this does not diminish his gentle and elegant handsome temperament, but instead has a sense of unkempt and casual decadence.
Seeing her staring at Lu Qidong silently, the assistant coughed lightly in embarrassment, and explained to her:
"Well... Mr. Song, when you asked me to bring the medicine over last night, I happened to bump into your brother at the door of the toilet, uh, and then your brother went in with me to find you..."
In fact, needless to say, Song Qingwan can guess it all.
Lu Qidong is so sensitive and suspicious, his assistant is no match for him.
When the assistant saw him, as long as he showed a little guilt, Lu Qidong would definitely notice something was wrong.