Jiang Zhiyue's voice was very light and delicate, but her words were like blades, slashing on Shen Yan's heart one by one.

He looked at the little girl's pale face and her helpless and desperate expression, as if a needle fell into the lonely heart in her chest without warning.

It is a delicate and dense pain that emerges from the limbs and bones, long and lingering.

Chen Yan's eyelashes drooped, and he raised his clear eyelashes to look at her. It was difficult to find his voice. He said, "Zhizhi...you and me."

The voice was low and dull, as if it was rolling around on the sand, and it was a little bitter.

"No more," Jiang Zhiyue shook her head and looked at Chen Yanshi and turned her lips, "I only have dad."

Her expression was confused, like a child who couldn't find a home.

Chen Yan realized that Jiang Zhiyue's current mood was not right. He took a step forward and coaxed her with a light voice: "I don't know Zhizhi, Dad won't have any trouble."

Seeing the man approaching, Jiang Zhiyue was suddenly shocked, her eyes widened, and her voice also increased a lot: "Don't come over!"

"Okay, I won't go over, so how about calm down?"

Chen Yan was still coaxing her.

But Jiang Zhiyue could no longer hear clearly. Her mood fluctuated too much. She seemed to have used all her strength when she said that just now.

Her eyes gradually spread, her eyes were blurred, her mind was buzzing, her voice was sharp and mean, as if something had held her mind into a ball, threw it on the ground, picked it up and tore it into pieces.

The second when Jiang Zhiyue completely lost consciousness, what caught her eye was Chen Yan's face.

The eyebrows are straight, the eye sockets are deep, and the thin lips are slightly crooked under the bridge of the nose, with a beautiful and cold curve.

It was still that delicate face like a rough jade, but its expression was not as cold as before, but it was panicked.

When he fainted, Jiang Zhiyue was still thinking about it. Why was Chen Yan panic?

Before she could think, her eyes became dark and she fainted, and the sound of Chen Yan calling her name came from her ears.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't know how long she had fainted. When she woke up, she felt her head was swelling.

My eyes were sour and astringent, and I almost couldn't open it.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't dare to rub it, and she blinked a few times before slowly opening it.

She stared at the white ceiling, and the strong smell of disinfectant water in the hospital was everywhere during her breathing. The memories of the past fainting surged into her mind like a sea of ​​memories.

Thinking of his father, Jiang Zhiyue didn't care about the headache, so she sat up and lifted the quilt and got up and got out of bed. She was doing a series of movements.

Chen Yan, who had just handled the matter, pushed open the door and saw the little girl jumping around looking for another one with her shoes on one foot.

"Why don't you lie down for a while?"

Seeing that someone woke up, Chen Yan let out a sigh, the anger between his eyebrows and eyes became lighter, and his voice was also filled with unknowingly gentleness.

"Chen Yan," Hearing the sound, Jiang Zhiyue stopped looking for shoes and looked up at him, "My father..."

"Dad is fine. The doctor said it was fortunate that it was delivered in time, but it was not awake yet."

Chen Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Go and take a break, your mood changed too much yesterday and your brain was not insufficient blood supply, so he fainted."

After Chen Yan's reminder, Jiang Zhiyue realized that it was the second day now and she fell asleep all night.

Jiang Zhiyue was still thinking about Jiang Yanli, so she shook her head and said stubbornly: "I'm fine, I want to go see my father."

Her face was still pale, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she looked pitiful, and she didn't look at all okay.

Chen Yan frowned: "As aware."

His voice was suppressed very low. If you listen carefully, you could detect the fatigue hidden in the man's tone.

In fact, Chen Yan has never had a rest.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the little girl cried and said to him, "Chen Yan, I only have dad."

The heart was filled with pain like an ant worm biting, as if something was beyond his control.

Being stared at Chen Yan's dark and deep eyes, Jiang Zhiyue didn't say anything. She crooked her lips and her long eyelashes drooped down and didn't look at him.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and in the end, Chen Yan compromised first.

Chen Yan sighed slightly, stretched out his thumb and index finger and gently pressed his eyebrows: "Go and take a look."

Jiang Zhiyue jogged all the way to Jiang Yanli's ward. Jiang Yanli was arranged by Chen Yan to a single room and had not woken up yet.

Jiang Zhiyue saw her father lying quietly on the bed. Although her face was still pale, her lips were slightly bloody, and it seemed that she was no longer in danger of life.

It seems her dad just fell asleep.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart hung high relaxed. She was too nervous and now she suddenly relaxed again, and her legs became softer.

It was Chen Yan who steadily caught her from behind.

After Jiang Zhiyue stood firm, she broke free from his arms and slightly opened the distance between the two of them. She reached out and buckled the lines on the corner of her clothes, raised her eyes and said "Thank you."

Chen Yan didn't like this sense of distance very much. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Jiang Zhiyue for a long time, and finally let out a "hmm" sound, both lightly and seriously.

After seeing that her father was fine, Jiang Zhiyue felt much more at ease, and she followed Chen Yan honestly back to the room she was lying on when she fainted.

Jiang Zhiyue sat on the bed. She couldn't sleep, so she stared at the quilt in a daze.

Chen Yan sat on the chair beside him, and neither of them spoke.

In the past, when he and Jiang Zhiyue were together, she always took the initiative, with a soft smile on her face, and the two dimples were shiny, and they seemed to be endless to talk. I didn't care whether he had listened carefully.

Now, Jiang Zhiyue doesn't speak, and Chen Yan doesn't know how to speak.

The man frowned slightly, half closed his eyes, and his lip line collapsed a little tightly.

His expression was still light, but his anger was very strong between his eyebrows and eyes, and his expression didn't look bad.

But it is definitely not good either.

He didn't read any of the words clearly distinguished in black and white on the file.

I don’t know how long it took, but the quiet little girl suddenly spoke: “Mr. Chen Yan, Dad will not have any accidents for no reason.”

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment and looked up at her.

Jiang Zhiyue thought a lot during this period. Before she left, her father was in good spirits. Moreover, the doctor also said that Mr. Jiang's health was gradually improving, so why did he suddenly get sick after half an afternoon?

She didn't believe it was an accident.

Jiang Zhiyue suddenly remembered Qin Xin whom she bumped into the corridor when she left yesterday and the box of crispy cakes that Qin Xin held in her hand.

If the shortbread contains pollen... Jiang Zhiyue's heart trembled.

Many things are linked together, and Qin Xin's strange behaviors can be explained suddenly.

What happened in the Shen family’s old house surged up again.

Jiang Zhiyue stared at her slightly trembling hands. The temperature inside the room was suitable, but she felt a little cold, and the temperature on her fingertips became cold inch by inch.

It took a long time before she turned her face and looked at Chen Yan.

"I met Qin Xin when I left yesterday. When she saw me, she seemed very panicked. In the afternoon..." Jiang Zhiyue paused, her eyelashes drooped, "What happened to her father in the afternoon."

Jiang Zhiyue's voice was very light, with a trace of confusion.

In fact, she didn't want to think so badly, but now she almost caused a death. Her father almost had an accident, so she had to think about it.

Chen Yan knew what she wanted to say, and he had experienced more than her, and when she said those few words, she already understood.

Qin Xin, Chen Yan recalled this name in his heart. He didn't know Qin Xin, nor did he know what reason Qin Xin had to harm Jiang Yanli.

As Mrs. Chen, no one should dare to bully Jiang Zhiyue.

Chen Yan frowned.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at him quietly. She liked Chen Yan for so long, and she would notice every subtle expression of a man.

Chen Yan frowned, Jiang Zhiyue knew that he didn't believe her.

My heart was so painful that it was torn apart by someone, but this time she didn't show it. Jiang Zhiyue let out and continued to say calmly.

"Mr. Chen Yan, I know you don't believe me. I hope you can check it out. If it weren't for her, it was really an accident that my father had an accident, so I'll apologize to her.

If it was her, please apologize to my dad.”

And it's not just an apology.

Jiang Zhiyue's tone was very calm and her eyes were quiet, as if she was talking about the small things like the weather today.

Chen Yan rarely knew how to speak. He wanted to say that he didn't believe her, but he couldn't say it.

He had just given birth to the idea of ​​whether Jiang Zhiyue was wrong.

So he couldn't say it.

Jiang Zhiyue turned her gaze back again, she lay down and turned her back to him: "I'm tired, I want to rest for a while."

Chen Yan's eyelashes were still hanging, looking at the small ball on the bed, the light in his eyes became deeper, he pinched his eyebrows, his voice faintly with a little dull and exhausted: "I will give you an explanation."

Jiang Zhiyue didn't say anything. She bit her lip, her hands on her side clasped the bed sheet tightly, and her face buried in the pillow, not allowing herself to make any noise.

It was not until I heard the sound of closing the door and the sound of footsteps that I dared to cover my mouth and secretly shed tears.

The little girl's voice was soft and her whimper was broken. Her shoulders were falling, and the pillows under her face were wet with tears.
To be continued...