"You go back too."

After the three left, Ji Qingyan leaned on her head with one hand, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"But you are almost eight months old, so you can't think about these things every day."

He Yuanyuan grimaced and consoled:

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your children."

"I know, don't worry about me." Ji Qingyan said:

"I understand Lin Yi's situation. It is impossible for him to have an accident. He will not let the child have no father."

He Yuanyuan frowned, not knowing what to say.

She knew that Ji Qingyan was using the mental victory method to numb herself.

But that doesn't tell the story.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a mortal body, and the artillery fire of war is unsympathetic.

"Let's stop talking about it, go to other places and take a look at the scenery."

"I'm a little tired, I'll go back to rest first."

Ji Qingyan supported her waist to get up, and He Yuanyuan hurried to help her.

"You go back first, I'll just go to sleep for a while."

Seeing that Ji Qingyan kept letting herself go, He Yuanyuan couldn't hold on any longer, so she could only keep exhorting and then leave.

Back in the room, Ji Qingyan leaned on the bed, rubbing her temples with both hands.

She doesn't know what's going on. The headaches are so bad these days that they can only be relieved by rubbing hard every time.

But the unbalanced mood, like this headache, is good and bad.

In the end, Ji Qingyan gave up and sat silently on the bed, letting the suffering rage on.

When the first tear slipped and poured down, it was only a matter of seconds.

The flying tears were unbridled, but silent.

At some point, Ji Qingyan picked up the phone beside her.

But pick it up and put it down again and again, just like the heart that has been tormented repeatedly.

Finally, I called the secretary.

"President Ji."

"Help me check Secretary Liang's phone number."

"Okay, I'll send it to you later."

"Ok."

After hanging up the secretary's phone, Ji Qingyan closed her eyes and sat on the bed, as if time had stopped, motionless.

Ten minutes later, the secretary sent a message, a phone number.

Looking at the number above, Ji Qingyan held the phone tightly.

Her hands were shaking, and she finally threw the phone aside.

Weak and powerless, he leaned against the bed, and even his lips turned sickly white.

But in the end, when he opened his eyes, he still looked at the phone that was thrown aside.

Called.

"Hello, who is it."

At this time, Liang Ruoxu put aside the work on Zhong Hai's side and returned to the Liang family in Yanjing to raise a baby.

But some important things are still controlled by her, and her control is still there.

"Hello?"

Liang Ruoxu frowned slightly, glanced at the unfamiliar number, and was still connecting.

This is your own private number, and ordinary people cannot call in.

She was a little puzzled why the phone was connected and the person on the other side didn't speak.

"I'm Ji Qingyan."

Liang Ruoxu was stunned, and did not expect to receive a call from Ji Qingyan.

This made her, who had seen strong winds and waves, feel a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Mr. Ji is good."

"You, do you have any news about him?"

"The connection over there was interrupted, but more than ten hours ago, he sent a message, people are safe, don't worry."

After a few seconds of silence, neither side spoke, or, yes, they didn't know what to say.

"Wait for me, it's been so long, there may be new news, I'll ask again."

Regardless of whether Ji Qingyan agreed or not, Liang Ruoxu put the phone aside, and the sense of urgency gradually disappeared until he walked out of the room.

Her heart was uneasy, as if she was being pulled up.

Ji Qingyan wouldn't have made this call to herself if she hadn't missed her to the extreme.

Her love is deeper than anyone else's.

"Yo, why did you come out? Do you want to go to the toilet? I'll help you there."

Seeing Liang Ruoxu come out, her grandma said, and got up to help her.

"No, I want to ask my grandfather something."

Liang Xianghe, who was reading the newspaper, looked up at his granddaughter, "About Lin Yi?"

Liang Ruoxu nodded, "Is there any news now?"

"I sent a lot of emails in the past, but I haven't received a reply. It should be that the signal is blocked."

"The official island country has not found his trace, how to accurately block the signal."

"I guess it is indiscriminate blocking, which blocks all signals in the suburbs except for the urban area."

Liang Xianghe put down the newspaper, sighed, and said:

"This is not a good phenomenon, it shows that the official person is very close to Lin Yi, and danger may occur at any time."

Liang Ruoxu panicked and almost fell, Liang Xianghe hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"What's wrong with you now, you can't handle this?" Liang Xianghe said:

"Don't you know what's going on? What if you fall down?"

"I know grandpa."

Responding in disappointment, Liang Ruoxu returned to the room and picked up the phone again.

"There's no news yet, but it's not bad news. If something really happens, there will definitely be news over there."

"thanks."

This time it was Liang Ruoxu's turn to be silent.

"thank you too."

Neither of the two hung up the phone, and the silence lasted for more than half a minute before Liang Ruoxu mustered up the courage to hang up the phone.

At that moment, she was like a deflated ball, with no strength at all.

Coincidentally, Ji Qingyan did the same.

He slumped on the bed, as if all his strength had been taken away, and his face became paler.

"Yan Yan..."

At this time, Song Lan's voice sounded outside.

"What's wrong mom."

Ji Qingyan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, not wanting her mother to see it.

click-

The door was pushed open, and Song Lan walked in from the outside, holding a large bouquet of flowers.

The white roses are very luxuriously packaged, with a whole bunch, and you can see that the price is not cheap.

"What's wrong?"

"I just went out to throw garbage, and when I came back, I found a big bouquet of flowers at the door, probably for you."

"For me?"

Ji Qingyan was a little surprised, since she became pregnant ~www.mtlnovel.com~ I haven't received much of these things.

But the vast majority of people gave roses, and it was the first time someone gave them roses.

"I'm so old, so it must have been given to me." Song Lan said with a smile:

"I guess that Xiaoyi's child was busy and didn't have time to come back, so I bought you a bunch of flowers and sent them back."

With that said, Song Lan handed the flower to Ji Qingyan.

"Give it to you, I'll go first."

Song Lan left, Ji Qingyan held a white rose in her hand.

After searching on it for a while, I found no clues, only a flawless pure white.

But she was sure that it could never be sent by Lin Yi.

Bewildered, Ji Qingyan looked at the white rose in a trance.

"Who sent it?"