her leg bumped his thigh wound, he didn't want to stop what he was doing.When Tong Yi Mo realized her strength wasn't enough, and she couldn't even break free from this man's grasp, her fingertips tr...Upon entering, Lang An spoke in a somewhat mechanical tone, "Madam, the young mistress is suddenly unwell."

"What's wrong with Xing'er" Tong Yimo asked in astonishment.

Lang An answered very nervously, "I don't know, Miss suddenly fainted. I've already sent her to bed."

Tong Yimo, hearing this, immediately got up from her computer and started dialing Lian Huasheng's number on her phone while rushing towards Lian Xing'er's room.

Lang An looked at Tong Yimo's nervous and even Xing'er-like appearance, and suddenly felt envious of Xing'er.

Maternal love, perhaps this is what it looks like!

Unfortunately, he did not have Lang An.

After Lianhua Sheng rushed into the private house, he checked on Lian Xing'er. With his back to Lian Xing'er, he made an "OK" gesture to the girl while slowly saying to Tong Yimo: "This little girl's illness is probably incurable!"

"What's wrong with Xing'er Why did she suddenly fall ill out of the blue What illness does she have" Tong Yimo was so anxious that her hands clenched tightly.

In fact, even before Hua Sheng came here, he received a phone call from Lian Xing'er.

Have him, this would-be uncle, come over and act a scene with her.

So, this is why he deliberately made Tong Yimo anxious now.

"That little girl has fallen ill with lovesickness," Lian Huasheng continued, unhurriedly.

"Lovesickness!" Tong Yimo didn't hesitate, believing it immediately, "Xing'er must be like her father, keeping her worries to herself."

"Does my little niece have a boyfriend" Lianhuasheng couldn't help teasing.

It was then that Tong Yimo finally understood.

You wouldn't expect that girl to fall in love, always playing around and giggling. But even she has her first love someday.

"How do we treat this illness" Tong Yimo asked worriedly.

Lienhua shook his head and sighed, "This heartache can only be cured by the right medicine. Untieing the bell requires the person who tied it."

"I know what to do!" Tong Yimo was a quick learner. She immediately took out her phone and called Ming Sichan's mother.

That's all settled!

Although Lian Xing'er's heart was filled with guilt, because she had betrayed her loving mother.

However, news of this reached Ming Sihan's ears very quickly.

When he learned from his mother that Xing'er had fallen ill with lovesickness, becoming moody and frequently fainting, he immediately took leave and bought a ticket back home.

But just outside the airport, Ming Sihan didn't expect that as soon as he got out of the car, Kana would lead people to block his way.

Kana immediately pulled out her phone, lit up the screen, and held it up to Ming Sihan's face.

“ Lian Xing'er, eighteen years old, the youngest daughter of Leng Yechen, the Young Master of the Wu Di Men, your former fiancee, Ming Sihan, an alien created in the lab.” Kana said calmly, “Am I wrong”

"What do you want to do" Ming Sihan looked at Kana's phone, where a photo of Lian Xing'er was displayed, and couldn't help but furrow his brow.

"Is she the one you have a crush on" Kana asked.

Ming Sihan directly denied: "No."

Kiana put away her phone and grinned, "If she's not the one you love, then how about we make a deal"

"I'm not interested." Ming Sihan said indifferently.

"No, you would be interested." Kana raised her lips, walked up to Ming Sihan, tiptoed, and moved her lips near his ear, "... "

Ming Sihan's eyes widened in an instant after hearing what Kana said, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Kana looked at Ming Sihan's handsome face, that extremely complex expression flashed a cunning in her eyes.

She snapped her fingers, and a bodyguard behind her presented a black briefcase.

Kiana took the small leather suitcase and shoved it straight into Ming Sihan's hands, then turned triumphantly and walked away.

In her private residence, Tong Yimo also put down her work and devoted herself to accompanying Lian Xing'er.

Then, the whole family circled around her, afraid she might do something rash.

Cold Night had been out for some time and hadn't returned, so Tong Yimo didn't take the initiative to call him about Xing'er.

Originally, Tong Yimo still wanted to continue accompanying Lian Xing'er, but she received a call from the client, requiring her to bring the drawings to the site.

Lian Xing'er gave Lang An a look. After receiving the signal, Lang An saw Tong Yi Mo hang up the phone and walked over proactively, saying: "Madam, you can go to work with peace of mind! I'm here at home, and I will take good care of the young lady."

"Then you help me take care of Xing'er for a while, I'll be back soon." Tong Yimo entrusted.

Lang An nodded.

Not until Tong Yimo left the private residence did Xing'er dare to get up from the bed.

She's not even sick, but she's acting like she is.

The question now is, whether Ming Sihan has received the news of her illness or not.

Lian Xing'er waited anxiously, waiting for a whole day, but she didn't see Ming Sihan.

By nightfall, she had given up all hope.

When the night was deep and quiet, Lang An held his arms around himself, lying on the sofa half asleep and half awake. Suddenly, he heard a noise by the window, so he immediately got up and jumped over.

A shadow crawled in from outside the window. Lang An trembled, sniffed the familiar scent, and rolled over to hide behind the sofa.

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