Fast Travel: When Cannon Fodder Becomes a Heartthrob

"Father and mother, let's go to the hospital to see my sister together. Yan Zhaozhao pretended that nothing had happened, and walked to Yan's father and mother and said lightly.

Yan's father and mother glanced at each other, although the words of the black rat were not clear, but they were enough to be a little vigilant.

"Don't go back to Yan's house for the next two days, I'll rent you a house outside, and you can move in by yourself." After saying this, Yan's father took Yan's mother and left, and he was not ready to listen to Yan Zhaozhao's defense.

Yan Zhaozhao stood in place, his face changed again and again, and asking her to move out to live was not a disguised denial of her identity? If so, how could she act in the name of the Yan family.

But no matter how much her heart changes, no one else will show the slightest concern for her.

After Noah, who was far away in the United States, learned the news that Xiyue was kidnapped and injured, the tip of the pen in his hand slashed the paper, and the ink that leaked out stained the contract.

"Phil, prepare the plane immediately, all work arrangements are postponed.

"Yes sir.

Throwing down the pen in his hand, Noah stood up, forgetting to even take the blazer that was behind the chair, and Butler Phil carefully took the expensive coat and hurriedly followed.

Xiyue was sent to a private hospital by Fu Yan, and after a series of examinations, the skin wound on her neck had been bandaged, and the real problem was that her heart disease had recurred.

"The patient should have been very stimulated before being brought in, the blood flow was faster, and the heart could not bear the load, and then he would be unconscious.

We can only stabilize the patient's condition for the time being, and treat her conservatively, and the sooner the heart transplant is done, the better, otherwise the transplant will be much worse when the patient is weak, and the recovery will be much worse than the transplant when she is healthy. Outside

the ward, the doctor in a white coat said this to Fu Yan and Yan's father and mother in a serious voice.

"Doctor... You can tell us the truth, if Xiyue doesn't transplant her heart, how long will she live at most?"

Father Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, his wife was already about to collapse, and he had to support this family as a man.

“... No more than five months. After

the doctor finished speaking, he silently left with the notebook, leaving the space for the patient's family.

"My daughter... There are only five months left..."

Yan's mother's legs were weak, her body slowly slipped against the wall and sat on the ground, the successive blows of the past two days made her whole person haggard and terrible, and she completely lost the original image of a beautiful woman.

"What about five months, we can still transplant hearts, which is something that Zhao Zhao has already promised.

Father Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, since he got rid of the control of the strategy system, he recalled his original behavior as if he was looking at a stranger who looked the same.

How could they scold their baby daughter because of an outsider, and how could they kick Xiyue out of the house because of some unwarranted frame-up, if they didn't do this, then Xiyue wouldn't have been kidnapped, and her heart attack wouldn't have recurred.

People are only the most real when they reflect after the incident, and after thinking clearly that Yan Zhaozhao is not as innocent as they seem, he drove people out of the Yan family.

"Then

Yan Zhaozhao she..." Fu Yan heard about this for the first time, thinking of Yan Zhaozhao's usual lively and innocent appearance, his heart was a little unbearable.

"Why do you think I adopted her, it's not that she knelt down and begged us to take her away, but after all, she was deceived by her pitiful appearance.

Xiaoyan, Uncle doesn't ask you to like Xiyue now, just ask you not to hurt her anymore, some things are not what you see on the surface. "

Father Yan clicked until now, the rest of the words need to be understood by Fu Yan himself, if he doesn't understand, then it should be said in vain, if he understands, it can be regarded as a teachable son.

Fu Yan looked at Xiyue, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, and his fingers pinched a dent on the door frame.

In recent days, Yan Zhaozhao feels that she is really unlucky, Yan's father and Yan's mother cut off her bank card, leaving only a pitiful little money so that she can fill her stomach, and nothing else.

The extravagant life in the Yan family for three years has long made Yan Zhaozhao develop the temperament of spending money lavishly, from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift.

In order to keep up with the trend when she gathers with other rich ladies, she has to resell all the original luxury accessories at low prices in exchange for the latest style of bags or shoes.

But this method is not long-term, Yan Zhaozhao is worried every day, she has always been a pure image in front of men who is not greedy for money and does not worship money, so it is impossible for these things to go to them for them, and now that I think about it, I really shoot myself in the foot.

In fact, this matter is not the worst, the worst thing is that her original white skin is as white as clotted cream, and after Huo Sheng's strategy failed, it gradually returned to its original black, yellow, black and yellow complexion, and her original appearance of ninety points has now become sixty points.

On the street where pedestrians are wearing short-sleeved shorts, Yan Zhaozhao, who is wearing a long windbreaker to cover herself tightly, is particularly conspicuous, she hates the way she looks now, if she doesn't have an eye-catching appearance, what strategy will she use to attack others?

Song Meijing, who was shopping with her boyfriend, saw the 'sneaky' Yan Zhaozhao from a long distance.

Although she wore sunglasses and a mask on her face to cover herself tightly, she still recognized this person as Yan Zhaozhao at a glance.

"Yo~ Where is Miss Yan Zhaozhao, the adopted daughter of our Yan family, going? The weather is so hot, you still cover it so tightly, people who don't know still think you are a thief or a pervert..."

Song Meijing held Liang Chen's hand and blocked Yan Zhaozhao's way, hearing her voice, Yan Zhaozhao lowered his head in embarrassment and didn't dare to raise it.

"What I wear is my freedom, please give way, I still have something to do. "

Stop... Shall I let you go? Let me ask you, have you been involved in the kidnapping!" Yan

Zhaozhao's heart skipped a beat, could it be that Song Meijing knew something? Impossible, the only person in the know was left alive.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm also a victim.

Song Meijing laughed angrily at her words, "You don't understand? Then it's all a coincidence? Is it a coincidence that you asked Xiyue to be in that coffee shop, and is it a coincidence that the kidnappers purposefully went there to kidnap people? I don't believe that there are so many coincidences, unless it was designed by someone in advance!" After hearing about Xiyue's

kidnapping, the more Song Meijing thought about it, the more wrong it became, and she finally ran into Yan Zhaozhao today, she must ask clearly.

"Whatever you think, I can't tell you, Yan Xiyue is still lying in a coma in the hospital, you have the leisure to go out shopping, you are really a good sister." Yan Zhaozhao was also annoyed by the entanglement, and suddenly raised his head and slammed back.

"My affair with Xiyue has nothing to do with you!" Song

Meijing knocked off Yan Zhaozhao's sunglasses, which made Liang Chen, who had been standing behind her as a flower messenger, change his face.