After the assistant finished speaking, he looked at Qin Zhenghuang's face, but he couldn't see any emotion, he paused and pursed his lips, "President, there is one more thing ......"

"Say it quickly!" Qin Zhenghuang looked a little impatient.

"The information from the hospital says that Mrs. ...... It's three months pregnant......" the assistant spat out with difficulty.

Qin Zhenghuang's handsome face did not have any waves, and his temperament had always been cold, but when he heard this, his ink eyes became more and more gloomy, and he twitched almost imperceptibly, and then said in a cold voice, "Got it." ”

The assistant didn't stop and quickly exited the room, he knew that this news was definitely a blockbuster for the president, whether this child was his or not, he needed time and space to digest it.

Count the date, this child must be mine!

I'm going to have a son!

Qin Zhenghuang felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and he couldn't contain his hand and patted his forehead, and then let out a cry of pain.

He forgot that the wound on his forehead was still wrapped in gauze......

Lying on the hospital bed like this, he couldn't get rid of the joy in his heart, at this time, what he wanted to see most was Yang Ye!

When he saw her again, he didn't know what he would do.

Maybe, she won't leave with He Jingpei, right?

Suddenly, the extremely arrogant Qin Zhenghuang lost his self-confidence, and a kind of apprehension that he had never felt before spread in his heart, making him suddenly uneasy, with a hint of anticipation.

At this time, the door opened, and a familiar feeling came, Qin Zhenghuang suppressed the restlessness in his heart, his ink eyes narrowed slightly, but the smile that gradually overflowed on his lips revealed his thoughts.

It was Yang Ye who pushed the door in, but she was still thinking about He Jingpei's question in her heart, and it was difficult to make a choice alone, so she came in and looked at Qin Zhenghuang on the hospital bed, and saw that he had closed his eyes, and thought he was asleep, sighed, and sat down on the sofa in the room, in a trance.

Qin Zhenghuang's slightly narrowed gaze kept following Yang Ye's figure, and he also found her unrelenting emotions, and his heart froze, "What's the matter?"

muttered in his heart and opened his eyes.

"Yang Ye, the sutures on my forehead were removed today...... he deliberately made a worried tone and said softly.

He tried his best to suppress the child's question that he also wanted to blurt out, but from the bottom of his heart, he longed to hear the news from Yang Ye's mouth, and he looked forward to seeing Yang Ye's shyness when he told him about it......

So, he changed the subject.

However, he was really entangled in his heart about the scar on his forehead, and he heard the doctor say that day that the wound on his forehead was very deep, and he was afraid that it would leave a scar.

Qin Zhenghuang has always been a person who pursues perfection, don't talk about others, he himself doesn't know if he really has such a defect, and whether he can pass this hurdle.

Yang Ye thought he was asleep, and when he heard him talk, he was startled, and hurriedly walked over and sat down beside him.

"What did you say?" was absent-minded just now, she didn't hear Qin Zhenghuang's words clearly at all, and asked busily.

Qin Zhenghuang opened his eyes, reached out to take her hand, and pointed his other finger in the direction of his forehead, "There may be a scar here." ”

Yang Yemei's eyes flowed, and he looked at Qin Zhenghuang's face, his expression was even more indifferent, and he didn't care at all, "With such a handsome face, leaving a scar is also a regret and beauty!" blurted out a ridiculous sentence.

"You don't care?" Qin Zhenghuang held her hand tightly and asked.

Yang Ye closed his eyes, this man, when did he care about his feelings?

"It doesn't matter if I care or not. Yang Ye's words were very casual.

Although he didn't mean anything else, he felt a trace of alienation in Qin Zhenghuang's ears.

The woman is deliberately closing the distance between herself and herself......

His gaze couldn't help but fall on Yang Ye's stomach, with an indescribable obsession, "Yang Ye, you ......"

Those words couldn't help but be about to exit, and halfway through speaking, they were interrupted by a group of people pushing the door in.

"Mr. Qin, it's time to remove the stitches. The attending doctor, who was at the front, said with a smile.

Yang Ye consciously flashed to the side and frowned.

Qin Zhenghuang is full of stars holding the moon wherever he goes, and removing a thread is also an expert who personally goes to the ward to operate, which is really very comparable.

Qin Zhenghuang didn't have time to say what he wanted to say, he was a little depressed, but he restrained the doctor's face, suppressed his anger, and brought a touch of gentleness on his face.

But then there was some fear, and his eyes wandered around, looking for the shadow of this poplar leaf.

The assistant's eyes have been following the president of his own family, his every move has fallen into the eyes of the assistant, seeing him like this, he hurriedly walked in front of Yang Ye and whispered, "Mr. Qin may be afraid of leaving a scar, can you go over and help him?"

There was a hint of pleading in his tone that people couldn't bear to refuse.

Yang Ye rolled his eyes, walked over, sat down in a place that did not affect the doctor's operation, took Qin Zhenghuang's hand, and soothed him softly, "Don't worry, even if you leave a scar, you are the most handsome!"

The smile on Qin Zhenghuang's face bloomed, the corners of his lips curled even more, nodded at Yang Ye, and slowly closed his eyes.

The doctor lifted the layers of gauze, and when he ripped off the last layer, everyone's faces tensed.

"The healing effect is really not very good. Yang Ye muttered in his heart, worrying about anything, it seems that scarring is a must.

The doctor's face turned colder, and he shook his head and let out a sigh.

"Not ideal?" Qin Zhenghuang sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and keenly wanted to open his eyes, but he was helplessly covered by a sterile bag and couldn't see people's faces.

Yang Ye clenched his hand tightly and said in a low voice, "It's not unsatisfactory, the stitches are about to be removed, you endure a little pain." ”

Her words made Qin Zhenghuang feel a little more at ease, and the speed in the doctor's hands also increased.

When everything was cleaned up, the expert led by him said to Qin Zhenghuang slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, the wound healing is really not very good, you belong to the scar physique, and you can deal with it later." ”

"What level are you, you can't do such a wound well, what face is called an expert?" Qin Zhenghuang heard this, his face was dark, and the scolding words suddenly came out.

His anger does not come to one place, which is on his forehead, leaving a scar and affecting his image more.

What's more, after his son was born, he might not be disgusted when he saw his father so ugly.

Thinking of the child, the anger in Qin Zhenghuang's eyes was even worse, and he grabbed a cup on the bedside table with one hand and smashed it to the ground.

The people in the room were silent, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Yang Ye grabbed one of his hands, quietly waited for him to vent enough, and then took his other hand again, and said slowly, "The scar is very small, it does not affect the appearance, and the doctor's suturing skills are very high, I look at it and think it is a little more handsome." ”

The soft voice she slowly emitted, like a spring of clear water flowing through, soothed Qin Zhenghuang's anger, and he gradually calmed down.