Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He brushed his teeth and went out. Qin Chen was indeed making coffee. She was drinking when he went out.

Lan Yu frowned, "Drink coffee on an empty stomach?"

Qin Chen finished sipping the coffee in the cup, and his voice was faint, "It's nothing, I have been drinking for many years."

He walked over and took a look at her cup, "Don't drink it anymore."

Then he said a little disgustingly: "I always drink coffee, my teeth are yellow, and kissing is not perfect."

Qin Chen opened his eyes wide and could hardly believe what he was talking about?

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

He seems to have forgotten the contradiction between them. He thought that if they went out to eat once, everything would go back to the past?

Qin Chen smiled lightly, walked to the sofa and sat down, flipping through the magazine.

"I'm going to make breakfast for you." Lan Yu put the cup back, walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, found some ingredients in it and made two bowls of mushroom stewed chicken noodles.

His craftsmanship is very good, the noodle soup is very rich, and Qin Chen did not refuse to finish a bowl in silence.

Lan Yu finished eating, took out a cigarette and lighted it.

Qin Chen looked at him: "Sister Kuan picked up Wei Mi for me."

Vimi?

Lan Yu looked at her quietly, and asked her very slowly: "It's the kind that walks on the stage with only two pieces of fabric."

Qin Chen poured a glass of water for himself, and said faintly: "I haven't walked through the underwear show before."

"You weren't my wife before!" Lan Yu's face was not very good.

Qin Chen looked at him quietly: "You said I can return to the modeling circle."

"But this doesn't mean that I am willing to let my wife be seen by people all over the world," Lan Yu still insisted on this matter.

Qin Chen didn't want to pay attention to him, because in the model circle, underwear shows were normal, and he had professional discrimination at all.

There was a moment of silence, and the little ambiguity they had only established last night disappeared.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, Lan Yu's phone rang.

He frowned and looked at it. It was a call from someone in the family.

After the call was connected, the voice of the subordinate was a little panicked: "Sir, the young master fell and shed a lot of blood."

Lan Yu squinted, "Let the driver take him to the hospital immediately, and Qin Chen and I will go there immediately."

After speaking, he confessed a few words urgently.

Qin Chen was also stunned, and then a little dazed, Lan Yu had already taken the car key and quickly grabbed her hand.

When the door was closed, Qin Chen was slightly awake, she looked at him and her voice trembled: ‘Lan Yu, Rong Yue...’

"He'll be fine!" Lan Yu's voice was firm, but his face collapsed very tightly.

Getting in the car, he buckled his seat belt and asked, "His blood type?"

Qin Chen's voice was a little floating, "Type B."

"Then I can give him a blood transfusion." Lan Yu said quietly and started the car.

He drove very quickly and arrived at the hospital in less than twenty minutes.

Rong Yue was also taken by the family driver at the same time, and Lan Yu took him directly to the emergency room.

It was accidentally falling down the stairs, and a lot of blood bleeds from his forehead, but I don't know if there are other injuries.

After the emergency department opened an order, Lan Yu hugged Xiao Rong to check, and he held it from beginning to end.

Xiao Rong Yue was also a little frightened, with a small hand on his neck and whispered, "Will I die?"

When Lan Yu spoke, his voice was a little hoarse: "No, there is Dad."

In desperation, he said that he was his father, not his uncle.