Ye Qingxin put her hand on Jing Boyuan's shoulder.
Through a layer of fabric, she clearly felt the temperature of his skin was astonishingly hot, and the abnormality on his buttocks made her shudder even more.
Jing Boyuan's usual deep eyes became more and more bottomless, like a lion lurking in the grass and staring at its prey, emitting a dangerous light.
A frightened look flashed across Ye Qingxin's face. She struggled and wanted to get away from Jing Boyuan's lap. Just now, her heart was surging and she never expected to put herself in such an embarrassing and dangerous situation.
Jing Boyuan raised his hand to snuff out the cigarette butt, and threw it on the side of the wheel of the wheelchair. He firmly held Ye Qingxin's waist with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other hand. With a slight lift, Ye Qingxin keenly smelled the smell of unburned tobacco in his hand.
"Just now I gave you a chance to leave, and you delivered it yourself."
The tobacco-smelling kiss fell with his voice.
Ye Qingxin instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid it, Jing Boyuan pinched her chin with his fingers violently, the pain caused her to let out a moan in her throat, like a kitten, especially scratching her heart and lungs.
Jing Boyuan supported the back of her head instead.
The teeth were pried open, and the hot tip of the tongue was directly smashed in and entangled endlessly.
When Jing Boyuan kissed Ye Qingxin's neck, Ye Qingxin flinched subconsciously.
Dry firewood and fire can be ignited at the touch of a button.
The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the air was filled with ambiguity and heat.
But at this time.
Ye Qingxin's cell phone rang loudly.
This time, Jing Boyuan didn't come back to his senses as quickly as last time, he held Ye Qingxin's arm harder and harder, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
Ye Qingxin slowly withdrew her sanity, thumped Jing Boyuan's shoulder, and said unsteadily, "Boyuan... phone..."
Jing Boyuan froze for a moment, and reluctantly let her go.
Ye Qingxin wanted to get away from his lap, but his waist was tightly grasped by him, she couldn't, so she had to sit on his lap to answer the phone.
The call was from my mother.
"Xinxin, I'm at the train station." Zhou Qiaoqiao's voice was very soft, revealing a trace of fatigue and weakness.
Ye Qingxin was startled.
"The train station? Have you come to the capital?"
"Well, where are you?"
"I'm at school. You stay at the train station and don't go anywhere. I'll pick you up now. Why didn't you tell me before you came?"
"Ok, I will wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Qingxin forcefully opened Jing Boyuan's hands, and said: "My mother has come to the capital, I'm going to pick him up now, you..."
She felt that the abnormality on her buttocks showed no signs of weakening, so she bit her lower lip and said, "You can figure it out yourself."
Men can handle this kind of thing by themselves.
Looking at Ye Qingxin's resolute back, Jing Boyuan's eyes suddenly sank, he controlled the wheelchair and went to the bathroom, and closed the door with great force.
Boom!
The whole villa shook three times.
Ye Qingxin, who was changing shoes at the entrance, paused.
After leaving the house, Master Lu was cleaning the car with a rag on the open space in the yard. The ground was sprinkled with water, and the water pipe next to it was sticking up, dripping and dripping.
Seeing Ye Qingxin coming out, Master Lu smiled at her and said, "Miss Ye is going out? Where are you going? I'll see you off."
With a small smile, Ye Qingxin thanked her generously and gracefully, and sat in the back seat, quite like a hostess.
An hour later, we arrived at the train station.
Ye Qingxin found Zhou Qiaoqiao at the north exit.
Zhou Qiaoqiao was wearing a dark gray dress, black high-heeled sandals, her hair was coiled up behind her head, her face and lips were slightly pale, the ruthless years had left deep lines on her face, but her facial features could vaguely tell that she was also born beautiful when she was young.
"Mom, why are you here?" Ye Qingxin stepped forward and took the suitcase from her hand.
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled, "Why, you don't want to see me?"
Ye Qingxin pouted and said coquettishly: "Of course not, I just feel very surprised. Why didn't you tell me before you came? I'll come to pick you up early so that you don't have to wait so long. Mom, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? I'll take you to dinner."
There are restaurants at the train station.
Ye Qingxin took Zhou Qiaoqiao directly to a noodle restaurant and ordered a bowl of beef noodles for her.
Zhou Qiaoqiao said: "I feel dizzy and my stomach is not feeling well. If you don't want to eat meat, please bring me a bowl of plain noodles."
Ye Qingxin didn't say anything, but said to the waiter, "A bowl of plain noodles."
The waiter was a little hesitant: "Just one bowl?"
Ye Qingxin smiled: "I have eaten, thank you."
After eating the noodles, Ye Qingxin led Zhou Qiaoqiao to live in a hotel near the school.
The price of the hotel is cheap, and the conditions are average. It is a small room less than eight square meters, with a small single bed, a desk, a TV, and a cramped transparent bathroom.
The room has no windows, and there is a faint smell of smoke and stuffiness.
Zhou Qiaoqiao sat on the bed and asked Ye Qingxin, "Who was that driver just now?"
Ye Qingxin froze for a moment, then returned to normal, lying without blushing, "Taxi driver, what's wrong?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao didn't believe it, "We took a taxi just now?"
That car looks pretty good, the seat cushion should be leather, how can a taxi have such a configuration? Besides, that appearance is not a taxi, and... "Why didn't I see you give me the money?"
Ye Qingxin smiled, and said: "That's the ride I called using a taxi app. It's the same concept as a taxi, and the money has been paid online...Mom, you came all the way to the capital, you can't really just come to see me, right? If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhou Qiaoqiao was silent for a while, her eyes showed a bit of sadness, she looked at Ye Qingxin and said calmly: "I came this time to meet your father..."
Ye Qingxin was startled.
"You came to the capital just to see him? Why?"
Ye Jundong abandoned them for ten years, shouldn't his mother hate him? Why can you still say so calmly that you want to see him
The corners of Zhou Qiaoqiao's lips curled up, as if she was smiling, but she didn't seem to, "There are so many reasons, I just want to see you."
"But..." Ye Qingxin thought of Ye Jundong's disdainful attitude and tone when he mentioned his mother last time, and hesitated, "I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to see you, he has a wife and child now..."
"Xinxin, I just want to meet him, not for anything, just tell me how to find him, I don't need your help for the rest"
"But, Mom, he has withdrawn from our life for ten years, and now he is not as good as a stranger to us, why do you have to meet him?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao was silent.
After a while.
Ye Qingxin called out: "Mom?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao turned her head to look at the TV. The TV screen was dark, and the mother and daughter were vaguely reflected. She stared at Ye Qingxin reflected on the TV screen, and said slowly: "I'm afraid I don't have a few days to live. I just want to see him again before I die..."
"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"Xinxin, you don't understand, he is the knot in my heart that cannot be untied in my whole life..."
"..."
Ye Qingxin called Dou Weier and asked her to take a leave of absence for herself, and then asked Zhou Qiaoqiao to sleep in the hotel. At three o'clock in the afternoon, she took a taxi to take Zhou Qiaoqiao to Ye Lin's school.
When they arrived, it was almost the end of school, and cars came to pick up students at the school gate one after another.
Ye Qingxin carefully stared at the license plates of each car until a group of familiar license plate numbers came into view. She said to Zhou Qiaoqiao: "I saw the car that came to pick up Ye Lin. You wait here for a while. I'll go and see if the person in the car is the person you want to see."
She walked up to the car and saw through the windshield that Ye Jundong was sitting in the driver's seat. She was overjoyed and stepped forward to knock on the window.
After a while, the car window came down, revealing Ye Jundong's indifferent face.
He looked at Ye Qingxin indifferently, and his tone was a little impatient: "I told you, I can't take care of your brother's affairs, why are you here again?"
Ye Qingxin smiled politely, "It's not that I want to come to you, it's that my mother wants to see you."
Ye Jundong was stunned for a moment, and immediately returned to indifference, snorted coldly, and said: "You mother and daughter are interesting, and you all want to come to me. You go back and tell your mother that I divorced her ten years ago, and I have no plan to meet her again—"
Before the words finished, a very soft and hoarse female voice came in, "Jun Dong..."
Ye Jundong's voice paused, looking for his reputation, he was stunned for a moment before he recognized that the woman with vicissitudes was his former wife.
Zhou Qiaoqiao walked up to her and said to Ye Qingxin, "Xinxin, go and stand over there for a while, and I'll talk to your dad for a while."
Ye Qingxin glanced at Ye Jundong's indifferent face, then at Zhou Qiaoqiao, meeting the request in her eyes, Ye Qingxin pursed her lower lip, nodded, and walked to stand under a camphor tree five meters away.
When she was gone, Zhou Qiaoqiao looked at Ye Jundong, paused for a moment, and said, "It's been so many years, and you still haven't forgiven me for what happened back then."
Ye Jundong didn't speak, didn't look at her, reached out his hand to take out the cigarette case from the storage compartment, took out one, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it with the lighter.
Although the man is in his late forties, he is well-maintained, looks young and handsome, looks like a smoker, and is very masculine. Zhou Qiaoqiao suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Ye Jundong, Ye Jundong was sitting leaning on the motorcycle, smoking a cigarette like this.
The setting sun slanted to the west, and the golden-red light slanted over, coating Zhou Qiaoqiao's pale face with a blush.
"I know that you will never forgive me in this life. I came to you not to ask you to forgive me. I just want to see how you are doing. I am happy for you to see how you are doing..." Driving a luxury car, wearing a famous watch, and his son is studying in a noble elementary school, which is pretty good.
Ye Jundong's icy eyes fell on Zhou Qiaoqiao's face, and a hint of sarcasm curled up on his lips, "Zhou Qiaoqiao, after all these years, you are still so good at acting."
Zhou Qiaoqiao stood beside the car, with a thin body, as if she could fall down if the wind blows.
After hearing Ye Jundong's words, her face turned even paler.
"I'm telling the truth..."
"Whether you are telling the truth or lies, I'm not interested in listening." Ye Jundong interrupted her, "Please step aside, my son will come out later."
Zhou Qiaoqiao seemed to think of something, her face
Suddenly a smile broke out, and excitedly took out the wallet from the carry-on bag, opened it, and revealed the photo inside. In the photo, Ye Qingguo was standing in the yard, holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand, smiling innocently at the camera, with clean and delicate eyes.
She bent slightly, stretched out the photo in front of Ye Jundong, and said happily: "Jundong, look, our son has grown up, and you can see how much he looks like you. His eyes and forehead are all carved out of your mold."
Ye Jundong didn't even look at it, and swung the wallet in front of him. The photo and the wallet together slid through an arc in the air and fell to the concrete floor.
He looked at Zhou Qiaoqiao with disgust, "It's this time, why are you pretending? Our son? I don't have a retarded son."
"Ye Jundong, what do you mean?" Zhou Qiaoqiao picked up the wallet distressedly, patted the ashes, and tears welled up in her eyes: "I know you hate me because of what happened back then, but those things back then had nothing to do with Xiaoguo, he is innocent, he is your own son, how can you deny him?"
"My biological son?" Ye Jundong sneered: "After so many years, didn't Tai Zhengting tell you that he is your son's biological father?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao was shocked, "Ye Jundong! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Ye Jundong stretched out his hand holding the cigarette out of the car window, and flicked the ash slowly. He looked handsome and gentle, but there was no warmth in his voice, "Zhou Qiaoqiao, you don't even know who your son was born to? Eighteen years ago, didn't you meet Tai Zhengting privately?"
At this time, the school bell rang.
Zhou Qiaoqiao stood there in a daze, her face was pale, her eyes were out of focus, and she didn't even know that Ye Jundong drove away.
Ye Qingxin received a call from Dou Weier, who told her that both of their entries had been shortlisted, and the next step was to make ready-to-wear and participate in the finals two months later.
Ye Qingxin was naturally very happy, chatted with Dou Weier for a few more words, and when she hung up the phone, she found that Ye Jundong's car had disappeared, and only her mother was standing there alone, with many people and vehicles passing by her side, but she seemed to be out of it, wrapped in the atmosphere of loneliness and despair.
Ye Qingxin was taken aback, and hurried over, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao didn't respond, and after a while, she slowly turned her stiff eyeballs, and her pale lips murmured a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, she spit out a mouthful of blood with a 'wow', her body shook violently, and fell limply to the ground.
"Mom!" Ye Qingxin was startled, panicked, and hurried forward to hug her, "Mom! Hold on! I'll send you to the hospital right away..."
Ye Qingxin suppressed the panic in her heart and dialed the emergency number with trembling fingers.
The ambulance came quickly, half an hour later, Zhou Qiaoqiao entered the emergency room.
Another hour later, Zhou Qiaoqiao was pushed out of the emergency room, and Ye Qingxin was told that the general ward was full and only the VIP ward was left, or they could only be placed in the corridor first, and then arranged for them to live in the ward when beds became available.
But.
Ye Qingxin looked at the crowded hospital beds in the corridor, they were all waiting for the beds, even if there were vacant beds, it might not be Zhou Qiaoqiao's turn.
Ye Qingxin consulted with the doctor several times, but the doctor said that there was nothing he could do. The bed was full even if it was full, and there was nothing he could do. Everything had to be done according to the rules.
Zhou Qiaoqiao's face was bloodless, and she was lying quietly on the makeshift hospital bed. If it wasn't for the snoring and bubbles in the oxygen tank, Ye Qingxin would almost have thought it was a lifeless corpse.
In my ears, the doctor's words are still echoing: "The patient has advanced lung cancer and has at most one month to live. As family members, you must be mentally prepared..."
Ye Qingxin tightly clutched Zhou Qiaoqiao's hand, tears fell silently.
She didn't even know that her mother's illness had come to an end! Her daughter is really unqualified.
There were a lot of people in the corridor, and the buzzing voice kept going. Suddenly, two family members of the patients started arguing for no reason.
Someone tried to persuade them to fight, but it didn't work at all.
After a while, the head nurse came over and said sharply, "What's the noise? This is a hospital, not your home. Please keep quiet!"
The two fell silent.
Zhou Qiaoqiao suddenly coughed, and the blood from her mouth kept coming out. While crying, Ye Qingxin took a tissue to wipe the blood on her mouth, and shouted in the direction of the duty room: "Doctor! Doctor!"
The doctor didn't come for a long time, I don't know if I didn't hear it.
There are people around complaining.
"Oh, this man is vomiting blood, what's wrong? It can't be some kind of infectious disease, right?"
"That's right, hey! Little girl, can you push your mother over there? This blood-spitting monster is scary, don't scare our children when you turn around."
"..."
"..."
An old aunt who accompanied the patient couldn't stand it anymore, and persuaded everyone: "Say a few words, the little girl who didn't see anyone is crying? They are all here to see the doctor, it is not easy." Then she went to the duty room to help Ye Qingxin call the doctor.
The doctor came over and just took a photo of Zhou Qiaoqiao's pupils as a routine, and said: "Patients with advanced lung cancer, coughing up blood is a common phenomenon, you take care of the family members, we have already used medicine, and we have no other way..."
There were many people in the corridor, the temperature was high, and the environment was very bad. Ye Qingxin's tone was almost pleading: "Doctor, my mother is so serious, can I arrange a ward for you? Please help me?"
The doctor's tone was cold and impatient, "What can I do if there are no more beds? The VIP ward is still vacant. If you can afford the money, I will arrange it for you immediately."
After all, the doctor left.
Ye Qingxin was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.
The old aunt who helped her call the doctor before sighed and comforted: "Girl, you have to think about it. For people like us who have no money and power, it is good to see a doctor in the hospital and have a place to stay. Don't be sad. It's important to cheer up and take care of your mother..."
Ye Qing came back to his senses, and smiled at the old aunt with red eyes, "Thank you, auntie."
The old aunt waved her hand and sighed, "It's not easy, alas..."
At this time.
Ye Qingxin's cell phone rang suddenly.
She wiped away her tears, took out her cell phone and checked, it was Jing Boyuan's call.
For some reason, when she saw his number, her tears burst into tears, and she couldn't stop.
When the phone was answered, Jing Boyuan's deep and magnetic voice rang out first, revealing a vague concern, "Xinxin, why haven't you come back so late? Have you had dinner yet?"
Ye Qing couldn't help crying.
Jing Boyuan's voice changed, serious and worried, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Qingxin choked with sobs, "My mother is very, very sick...but the hospital has no more beds, my mother can only sleep in the corridor now, Boyuan...the doctor said my mother has advanced lung cancer...Boyuan...my mother can only live...a month..."
"Which hospital are you in?"
"Continental, Intercontinental Hospital..."
"wait for me."
After Jing Boyuan finished speaking, he hung up immediately.
There was a busy tone of 'beep beep' from the phone, and Ye Qingxin was still holding the phone.
Suddenly remembered the time when Ye Qingguo had an accident, she took the money and went to Li Liang's house to negotiate with Li Liang but failed. When she received a call from Jing Boyuan and told him the matter, he also hung up after saying "wait for me".
Then, Ye Qingguo's matter was resolved perfectly with lightning speed.
Ye Qingxin suddenly settled down.
She put away her phone, wiped away her tears, held Zhou Qiaoqiao's hand, and just stayed so quietly.
Regarding her sudden change, the old aunt looked at her strangely, but said nothing.
In less than ten minutes, the indifferent and impatient doctor suddenly led a few nurses over. The doctor changed his previous indifferent attitude, nodded and bowed to Ye Qingxin, and said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were friends with the dean, so I will arrange wards for you..." He said fiercely to the nurses behind him: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you send Mrs. Zhou to the ward on the top floor!"
The top floor, the VIP ward, is a place only the rich can afford.
"Wait." Ye Qingxin stopped the nurse from moving. Although her eyes were still red, her tone had returned to her usual calmness. "Is there no general ward? I have no money."
The doctor smiled awkwardly: "Girl, didn't you slap me in the face? The director said, it's the hospital's fault for letting Mrs. Zhou stay in the corridor for so long. Even though you let Mrs. Zhou live in the VIP ward, it will only be treated as an ordinary ward to charge you."
As he spoke, the doctor winked at the nurse.
The nurse immediately pushed Zhou Qiaoqiao away.
The doctor smiled and asked, "I still don't know what the girl's name is?"
"My surname is Ye."
"Hi Miss Ye, I'll take you to the top floor to see the ward. If you are not satisfied with anything, just tell me."
The family members of the patients who had run on Ye Qingxin and Zhou Qiaoqiao before were not happy anymore, and they all protested: "Why is she treated like this later? We have been waiting here for such a long time, why didn't you arrange it for us first?"
"That's right, this is too unfair! I want to sue you!"
The doctor turned a deaf ear to the complaints and anger of the crowd.
But Ye Qingxin stopped in her tracks, and looked back at the old aunt who had helped her. The old aunt was escorting an elderly grandmother.
After thinking about it, she asked the doctor, "Can you arrange a ward for that aunt's family?"
She is being generous to others.
The doctor thought that the dean had called in person just now, and asked him to quickly arrange a female patient named Zhou Qiaoqiao to live in the ward, saying that she was a relative of a great big man. As for who the big man was, the dean didn't say anything, only that few people in the capital would dare to offend.
Thinking of this, the doctor hastily agreed: "Okay, no problem, I will arrange it right away." No one dares to offend the relatives of the big man's family, nor can they offend.
Therefore, amidst the envy and hatred of the crowd, the old aunt and grandmother were also arranged into the VIP ward and only paid for the ordinary ward.
The old aunt was in a dazed state during the process of going through the formalities, as if she was walking in a good manner, picked up a stone, and when she took it home, it turned into a piece of gold. The surprise came too suddenly, and she was a little overwhelmed.
She was just being kind for a while, and she never thought that the little girl who seemed to have no money and no power would have such a big background.
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This chapter was uploaded at 0:17 in the middle of the night, without any accidents, it could not be reviewed in time, nor could it be updated at 6 o'clock on time.
A certain Yao got stuck in the text yesterday, [Bad]
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