Leng Shaoheng almost with the fastest speed to the hospital, inquired, found Shen Qingqing ward, was stopped by the bodyguard at the door, don't let him in.

His face was gloomy, and the bodyguards were afraid, but they didn't dare to let him in. Shen Qingqing asked yuan Qingkai to help find the two bodyguards at the door.

"I'm going in." Leng Shaoheng said without expression. He gave the bodyguard a cold look.

"Sorry, Miss Shen said she didn't want to see anyone." The bodyguard said with a trace of apology.

"Qing Qing." Leng Shaoheng shouts to the ward, and his response is a piece of air. No one speaks, as if there is no one inside.

Only he knew that Shen Qingqing deliberately ignored him. Instead of leaving, he turned to the doctor to learn about Shen Qingqing.

Knowing the injury behind Shen Qingqing, his face became colder. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a word. He couldn't even breathe smoothly. Finally, he knew Shen Qingqing's anger.

Leng Shaoheng couldn't hear a word of what the doctor was still saying, and his mind kept coming up with more than a dozen missed calls. It was the most violent time in typhoon days at that time.

"If you are well cultivated, it won't be a big problem for the time being." The doctor looked at Leng Shaoheng's face and said carefully.

"Get the best medical team." Leng Shaoheng dropped a sentence and strode out.

Leng Shaoheng returns to the door of the ward. He takes out his mobile phone and calls Shen Qingqing. The other end has been turned off. He stands there and looks at the bodyguard.

"Qing Qing, I want to see you." Cold little constant pressure low voice said, the people inside still did not respond.

Leng Shaoheng can't wait any longer. He rushes over and is stopped by his bodyguards. He wrestles with them. He has trained them specially before. They only dare to defend and dare not do anything to him.

"Patta." When the door of the ward is opened, Leng Shaoheng stops and stands there. The person he sees is not Shen Qingqing, but yuan Qingkai.

Yuan Qingkai gently closes the door of the sick room. He keeps half a meter away from Leng Shaoheng. Their faces are not very good. He has an angry look at Leng Shaoheng.

"Qing Qing doesn't want to see you. Go back." Yuan Qingkai said slowly.

"What right do you have to say that to me?" Leng Shaoheng asked coldly, which aroused a sneer, "that's my wife inside. It has nothing to do with you, an outsider."

"Qingqing needs a good rest now. Don't disturb her." Yuan Qingkai continued, regardless of his attitude.

"I'm going in." Leng Shaoheng couldn't hear him. He stepped forward and was grabbed by yuan Qingkai's arm. Then the next second, he stopped him.

"If you don't want Qing Qing to hate you all her life, let's stop for a while." Yuan Qingkai's tone was almost supplication.

Leng Shaoheng took back his arm, "yuan Qingkai, it's nothing to do with you. It's you who should go."

"When I needed you, you didn't show up. Now you're here. What do you want to do?" Yuan Qingkai said with a smile, the tone is full of irony.

Leng Shaoheng raises his head and sees yuan Qingkai's sarcastic eyes. His anger burns even more. He stares at yuan Qingkai.

"It's not your turn to comment on my affair with Qingqing." Leng Shaoheng said, biting his teeth, his chest is always ready to explode.

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