ASTNovels Chapter 220 So Delicate, Jiang Ting
Chapter 220 So Delicate, Jiang Ting
Lu Yan was not annoyed either, Jiang Ting had a much worse temper than this when he was young.
He turned sideways, beckoning Murong Nana, who had run away, to come over.
Murong Nainai was wearing a bear headband and was carrying a mini lv bag in her hand. Her cute grape eyes flashed and she suddenly pointed at Jiang Ting.
"What's wrong with Uncle Jiang?"
Lu Yan turned his head and saw Jiang Ting's straight waist slightly bent, the back of his hand holding the bouquet of roses was exposed to blue veins, he couldn't see his face clearly, only the red rose slightly exposed in the black suit, like his heart Someone pulled it out, and a rose petal fell to the ground. Jiang Ting immediately picked it up, but the movement was a bit clumsy.
Lu Yan smiled and said, "Jiang Ting, what are you doing?"
Jiang Ting: "Angry."
Lu Yan: "Tsk, Jiang Ting is so cute, it's just that my wife was late for a while, you are a big man, why are you so angry?"
Jiang Ting didn't speak, the blue veins on the back of the cold white hands became more and more obvious, and the rapid panting resonated with the cold night, infinitely amplified in Lu Yan's ears.
Lu Yan's eyes changed slightly, and he helped Jiang Ting to sit down on the bench. He compulsively looked at Jiang Ting's face, but was opened by the man.
"Who are you molesting, get out!"
"You are like this now, I can't get out." Lu Yan said with a serious expression: "You must not be sick, how long have you not taken medicine?"
A hint of confusion flashed across Jiang Ting's sharp and sober phoenix eyes, and he said in a cool and affectionate voice, "I haven't taken any medicine since I met her. The doctor said I'm fine, and I don't need to take medicine."
"quack!"
Lu Yan rummaged through his pockets, and if he didn't find any medicine, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "You put a gun at someone's head, of course the doctor said according to your wishes, you don't know what's wrong with your own illness!"
Mental illness is an eternal problem in modern medicine. It may not be fatal, but it will deprive people of their souls.
Jiang Ting has β-type mania. Currently, there is no real harm to his body. It's just that his body temperature was extremely high when he got the attack, and his brain was in severe pain.
Beads of sweat flowed down the man's chin and flowed into the clean white shirt. His dark, eerie eyes mixed with pain did not droop, as if he was looking for something, his fingers tightly pinched the bouquet of roses, the rose petals fell to the ground, and he did not Try to pick it up.
I couldn't hear what Lu Yan was saying, and I couldn't see who was in front of me.
Lu Yan contacted Uncle Wen to deliver medicine. He wanted to send Jiang Ting back, but Jiang Ting's legs seemed to have grown in the Xiangzhou Grand Theater, and he refused to leave.
Not long after taking the medicine, Jiang Ting saw Ji Mingyan running over.
He took his time, took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck, and wiped his long and pale fingers again.
Ji Mingyan panted heavily, her hair sticking to her red lips, like a messy and coquettish urban beauty, her clear and soft eyes looked at Lu Yan, and then at Uncle Wen.
"Are you going to the concert together?"
"Sister Yanyan, Nana is here too."
Ji Mingyan touched Nana's braid and walked up to Jiang Ting, "Sorry Ting, I'm late."
Jiang Ting: "It's okay, the last row I bought, there's still time to go now."
He glanced at the rose in his hand, and said regretfully, "I lost weight, not as fat as before."
Ji Mingyan smiled and took the bouquet of roses, "It's okay, I like it."
Uncle Wen stood with his hands behind his back, and said kindly, "Both of you, go in quickly."
Otherwise the musicians and listeners will go crazy.
The concert was originally only 15 minutes, but now 40 minutes have passed, the musicians keep repeating the performance, and the audience keeps repeating the music, which is driving people crazy.
But Jiang Ting insisted on going to the concert tonight, so everyone had to cooperate with him.
Ji Mingyan handed the withered bouquet to Uncle Wen, and walked in holding Jiang Ting's arm.
Uncle Wen sighed, "I hope the Patriarch is okay."
Lu Yan looked at Jiang Ting's leaving back with disapproval, "He's so romantic that he's dying, I've never seen anyone more headstrong than him."
Uncle Wen: "The head of the family fell ill so suddenly, I have to stay here just in case. He will take another medicine later, so I can rest assured after watching him take it."
Lu Yan: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll take Nana home first, and call me if you need anything."
Uncle Wen nodded, "Thank you so much for today."
Lu Yan: "Sure, you're welcome."
Murong Nainai blinked, "Why didn't Uncle Jiang tell Sister Yanyan, so that Sister Yanyan can remind him to take medicine!"
Uncle Wen bent down and explained to the children earnestly, "Miss Nana was wronged in the kindergarten, will she tell mom?"
Murong Nana clenched her fists tightly, "No! I'll fight back! If you can't tell mom, she will be sad, but Nana can take care of herself, and take care of her mother and grandma when she grows up! Uh... and take care of another Uncle Lu. "
She touched the beautiful pink lv bag.
Uncle Wen: "Yes, if you tell your relatives, your relatives will be worried, so you and him choose not to tell. But you can't hold on anymore, so Nana still has to ask mom and dad for help. The whole family will work together to tide over the difficulties."
Lu Yan picked up his daughter and touched her little face distressedly, "Good boy, with daddy around, no one dares to bully you."
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Concert hall.
The musicians breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Jiang Ting appearing in the back row, finally!15 minutes to go!
A lot of listeners left the scene one after another, apparently the repetition of the performance frightened them.
back row.
After Ji Mingyan was seated, Jiang Ting insisted on holding her hand, but also put his head next to her, clinging regardless of the occasion.
Within a few seconds, she felt something was wrong.
Jiang Ting has good physical fitness, his body is always warm in winter, and now it is spring, he often wears short sleeves at home, and his body temperature is always very warm.But why is his hand a little cold?
Ji Mingyan covered the back of his hand with the other hand, after repeated confirmation, it was not an illusion, his body temperature was really low.
"A Ting, do you have a cold?"
"Shhh, listen to the song carefully. When I was young, I thought it was like sawing wood. After listening to it a lot, I found it nice."
Ji Mingyan respects artists very much, but she is very disturbed, even if the musician is sawing wood on the stage, she is not in the mood to deal with it.
Within 2 minutes, she touched her face buried in her shoulders, "Ah Ting, your temperature is really low, let's hear it another day, can you go to the hospital to take your temperature first?"
No one responded to her.
Although this is a concert that needs to be kept quiet, Jiang Ting will never let her words fall through, and will never ignore her words.
Turning his head to look, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with his pale face resting on her shoulder.
Or, fainted from pain.
Ji Mingyan's pupils shrank slightly, "Ah Ting? Ah Ting!"
Regardless of other people's strange eyes, she dialed 120.
Not long after, Uncle Wen and the bodyguard walked in. Jiang Ting was holding Ji Mingyan's hand tightly when he was taken away. With tears in her eyes, she trot to keep up, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Uncle Wen, Ah Ting, what's wrong with him?" gone?"