Chapter 1291 - -premonition
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Xia Ning only realized that her arm was injured when Wen Ning suddenly picked her up.
âXiao Ke, youâre injured and you donât want to see? are you trying to anger me to death?â Jin Yanâs face fell instantly.
Xia Ning smiled and said,âIâm fine. Iâll get the doctor to put an ice pack on me.â
âHurry up and go!â Jin Yan said in a deep voice.
Xia Ning nodded.âAlright!â As she spoke, she stood up and walked out of the room. Jin Yan had woken up and she was in a good mood. She would do whatever he said.
Wen Ning followed Xia Ning out and said with a smile,ââSister Xianning, I didnât expect that apart from President Qiao, King Jin could also control you!â
Xia Ning glanced at Wen Ning.âNonsense.â However, after thinking for a while, she said,âheâs my brother. I respect him.â
Wen Ning stuck her tongue out at Xia Ning, but she did not think the same way. She treated Heavenly King Jin as her brother, but he might not treat her as his sister. That was how human feelings were sometimes.
They didnât want it, but it wasnât up to them.
However, it was fortunate that King Jin had always kept his love for Sister Xia Ning to himself. He was such a gentleman and he cared so much about sister Xia Ning. He would definitely not let her down.
After walking for a while, Xia Ning took out her phone and looked at the time. It was almost Sevenoâ clock.
But, Qiao Yu didnât send her a single message, was he still busy?
Xia Ning thought about it and gave him a call, but ... His phone was turned off.
She was stunned. Was her phone out of battery?
âSister Xia Ning, whatâs wrong?â he asked. Wen Ning couldnât help but ask when she saw Xia Ningâs eyes drifting.
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Xia Ning shook her head.âIâm fine.â
âThe registration counter is up ahead. Letâs go there.â Wen Yu said.
Xia Ning nodded.âAlright!â She put her phone in her bag and decided to wait for her to finish bandaging. If she didnât get better soon, a certain someone would get angry again when she went back.
After the wound on her hand was treated, Xia Ning realized that she was hungry. Wen Ning had already bought some delicious food and brought it to Jin Yanâs ward.
Xia Ning took out her phone and called Qiao Yu again, but his phone was still switched off. She wanted to call Enoch, but she was afraid that her son would see her in the hospital. She was in a dilemma.
âSister Xianning, youâve been holding onto your phone all this time and youâre not even making any calls. What are you doing?â Wen Yu couldnât help but say.
âItâs nothing,âsaid Xia Ning, looking at her. She sent a WeChat message to Qiao Yu.
âDid your phone run out of battery? Why did you switch off your phone?â
She put away her phone and looked at Jin Yan, who was eating porridge.ââJinyan, does your head still hurt?â
âIâm fine. â âDonât worry,â Jin Yan replied.âEven if you donât trust me, you should trust the doctor.â
Xia Ning nodded.âIâm relieved that youâre fine. Otherwise, Iâd be so guilty.â
âItâs impossible for you to die of guilt, but if you feel a little guilty, you can treat me to a good meal. â Jin Yan said with a smile.
âNo problem. After youâre discharged, you can eat whatever you want. Itâs my treat!â Xia Ning almost patted her chest in relief.
âI can smell the scent of a rich man,â Wen Ning said with a smile.âSister Xia Ning, please take me with you.â
Xia Ning tapped Wen Ningâs nose.âSure, Iâll bring you along!â A glutton!â
âSister Xia Ning, youâre the best!â
For a time, the laughter in the room was endless.
Du Yi helped Xia Ning and Wen Ning find a hotel near the hospital.
In the hotel room, Xia Ning put down her luggage and took out her phone to check the messages. Qiao Yu still didnât reply to her. She took out her phone to call him, but his phone was still turned off.
âSister Xianning, whatâs wrong? Heâs been looking at his phone!â Wen Yu asked in confusion.
Xia Ning shook her head.âIâm fine.â She rubbed the space between her eyebrows. She had just called home, but no one picked up. Did something happen?