With confusion, Gu Qianmeng did not want to cry out. She just nodded and did not speak.

Hand, hesitate a few times, cover in front of her eyes, Qicheng does not understand, this woman, than anyone can cry.

"You darling, I won't do that to you!"

"Don't use your goodwill." He swallowed his breath and Gu Qianmeng pushed Qicheng aside.

At the right time, the elevator unfolds, Gu Qianmeng lowers his face and strides away.

Watching Gu Qianmeng leave, Qicheng closes his eyes, takes out his mobile phone and calls the hospital.

From the receiver came a soft and sweet voice with a faint smile.

Even though Gu Qianmeng's voice...