C85 Love Enemy Meeting

Gong Yichen had a dream, a very sweet dream. In his dream, he saw the appearance of Song Jiayin when she was still a little girl. At that time, he had brought her to see the blue ocean in Madagascar, then brought her to see the majestic and magnificent mountain valleys, and also the ancient city Lou Lan, who had been buried in the desert for a thousand years … The water was clear blue in color and rippled with unparalleled splendor.

Jia Yin's body was a little weak. Every time they crossed the river or climbed a mountain, she would always coquettishly ask him to carry her down. When the little girl hugged his neck, and exhaled so much hot air that his neck would feel itchy, she stuck close to his ear and told him about the stories of her childhood, and even laughed at interesting places. He had no choice but to carry Song Jiayin on his back and wantonly let her bared her fangs and brandished her claws, but also pampered and smiled … Sunlight shone on the silhouettes of the two, everything was so beautiful, beautiful like a rainbow, like a paradise for people to look forward to …

Suddenly, one day, he saw Jia Yin lying in a pool of blood, her forehead was filled with blood, he was shocked, the man who did not have any fear while facing the black and white attacks, did not know what to do, Gong Yichen cried, he really cried, and hugged Song Jiayin's body. He cried until his voice was hoarse, but he was still in the middle of his embrace. The body's temperature is getting colder and colder... No one could help him, no one …

In the ward, lying on the bed … The man on top was wearing a white and blue striped hospital gown. His hands were dripping with fluid and hanging a bottle. He was mumbling, "Yinyin, Yinyin..." Song Jiayin, who was at the side, covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes red and did not allow himself to make a sound, the tears in his eyes rolling down, the tip of his nose was sour and he did not dare to let out a breath.

"Gong Yichen, Gong Yichen, wake up, I am Song Jiayin. Stop messing around, wake up." With a sobbing tone, Song Jiayin's feeble voice begged the person in front of him to wake up quickly.

"Are you playing in the dark with me? Please close your eyes, it's already dawn, quickly wake up, Gong Yichen."

"Gong Yichen, Gong Yichen..."

Gong Yichen felt someone pushing him, and in his mind, the scene of Song Jiayin falling to the ground in front of him and lying in a pool of blood repeatedly made his head hurt, as if he had heard those familiar sounds. He suddenly opened his eyes, and in the midst of the white light, he saw Song Jiayin holding onto his bed, crying all over, his shoulders twitching, and she became faint and wet.

Song Jiayin was dumbstruck and did not dare to move. She felt that it was extremely inconceivable, and only after a long while did she raise her head.

"Gong Yichen, you scared me to death, do you know … I almost... "I almost thought you …" Song Jiayin cried loudly, but he was unwilling to let go of Gong Yichen's hand.

Gong Yichen lowered his head to look at her, and gently said: "Yinyin, don't worry, it's not a big deal. Wait for me to recover, I'll take you out to play."

Song Jiayin was still a little worried when she saw his pale face.

"I'll call the doctor." Only then did Song Jiayin reluctantly let go of Gong Yichen's hand and followed the nurse.

She ran excitedly to the attending physician's office. "Doctor, come quickly. He's awake. He's awake."

Doctor Liu was dragged into Gong Yichen's ward by Song Jiayin. He was extremely tired, but he did not dare be negligent at all. He took out the apparatus and after a series of examinations, his eyebrows knitted tightly, causing Song Jiayin to spin around in anxiety.

"Mr. Gong's injuries are mostly internal injuries, some are serious, I have to stay in the hospital to see if there are any complications, and some are patients who have to be taken care of, do you know?" Doctor Liu said with a serious expression.

Song Jiayin nodded her head continuously like a chick pecking rice grains.

Ever since that day, Song Jiayin had personally stewed soup and brought it to the hospital to feed Gong Yichen every day. At night, she accompanied Gong Yichen until he fell asleep before resting by the side, and the branches outside the window had already sprouted. Under the moonlight, the entire hospital seemed peaceful.

"It has been hard on you these past few days …" "Yin" lowered her head and gently kissed her hair.

He did not tell her of the existence of that dream, only that in the end, he had laughed and cried in his dreams, and meeting her was a scene he had never in his life regretted or regretted.

Jing Junling waited for a long time, but she could not find a response from Gong Yichen. Hence, she called Gong Yichen's office.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The one who answered the call was Gong Yichen's secretary. Jing Junling asked gently: I'm Jing Junling, where is Gong Yichen?

"Miss Jing, it's like this. Mr. Gong was injured and is currently hospitalized in the hospital, not in the company."

"Ah, he's in the hospital. Send a text message to me regarding the hospital he's staying in. I'll hang up first." After saying that, he hurriedly drove away.

Arriving at the door of the sickroom, Jing Junling specifically looked in the mirror, fixed her lipstick, fixed her hair, and felt that there were no problems, then carried her bag with fruit and walked in, but the moment she went in, she was shocked by the scene in front of him, and only saw a woman feeding Gong Yichen with a spoon, the two of them laughing and talking.

Dammit, who is this woman? She looks just the same. Why is it that she can stay with me? I'm not allowed to take her away. Only I am worthy. What kind of person are you? Sparks of jealousy appeared in Jing Junling's eyes, it was so strong that it seemed as though she wanted to burn this shameless woman in front of him.

Suppressing the anger and frustration in her heart, Jing Junling twisted her waist and started strolling towards Gong Yichen's direction.

"Ye Chen, how are you doing? I called your company. The secretary said you were hurt. Let me see what happened." Jing Junling revealed a look of worry, and then pulled his hand and said softly. Song Jiayin looked at her as she put down the spoon in her hand. Was this person Gong Yichen's friend? She seemed to have come with ill intentions.

Gong Yichen frowned, he was a little impatient. However, Jing Junling didn't care about all this. She hugged Gong Yichen and threw herself into his embrace, "I missed you so much, too." And left a deep kiss on his neck. Gong Yichen pushed Jing Junling away as if she was trying to ward off evil, and said in a terrifyingly low voice, "Jing Junling, get out of the way, don't come to the hospital anymore."

She turned her head and did not let herself see this scene. Song Jiayin, could you be a little more promising? This is not a big deal, it's not like you two are real married couples, but … However, she couldn't help but feel unwell in her heart.