"Is his identity so powerful?" Zhou Run's eyes lit up, "This is simply the standard configuration of the male protagonist of romance." ”

Liu Yang rolled his eyes on the side, "No matter how powerful it is, it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Shut up!" Zhou Run interrupted him without hesitation, "A straight man like you won't understand our girlish heart." ”

Liu Yang: "......"

Zhang Ziwen continued: "That Mr. Yin is the youngest president of the Yin Group for so long, not only is he outstanding, but he is also unfathomable.

"It's even better than a novel." Zhou Run sighed on the side, "Do you have a photo of him?" ”

Zhang Ziwen glanced at her, "I searched on the Internet myself, and he has a lot of news." ”

Zhou Run couldn't wait to start searching for Yin Mo's information, and couldn't help screaming when he saw Yin Mo wearing a black suit with a cold face on the page.

"So he's so good-looking!"

The tone is like a brain-dead fan seeing an idol.

Cheng Qingzhi was silent on the side, no one in this world would know Yin Mo's face better than her.

Although he is handsome, his facial features are not exquisite, and what makes people notice him is the chilling aura of a superior on his body.

With such a pretending momentum, you can easily confuse Mu Ai's girl.

Wasn't she attracted to him like this in the first place?

As it turned out, she was really blind.

——

Yin's villa.

The family doctor came out of the room, and Mrs. Yin, who was waiting outside, hurriedly stepped forward, "Doctor Zhou, how is my grandson's condition?" When will I wake up? ”

Doctor Zhou turned his head to look at Old Madam Yin, "Mr. Yin's condition is slowly improving, he will wake up in the next two days, you don't have to worry too much." ”

"Trouble Doctor Zhou," Old Madam Yin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll go see him first."

With that, he pushed the door open and entered.

The grim man's eyes in the room were closed, and the corners of his thin lips were pursed, revealing a trace of coldness even in his sleep.

Old Madam Yin sat on the edge of the bed, held his hand distressedly, and called his name a few times, but there was no response.

The old lady never tired of talking to him, even if it didn't work well, trying to wake up her grandson.

Dr. Zhou strolled downstairs, and in the living room sat a girl in a sky blue pleated skirt, smiling and talking to the servants in the villa, in a very familiar tone, and there was no guest at all.

"Miss Bai." Dr. Zhou greeted lightly, "Coming to see Mr. Yin again?" ”

"Yes," Bai Jinyue smiled and stroked the hair on the side of her ear, and said with a little worry: "Since I sent Mr. Yin back that day, I haven't been able to let go of it in my heart, I don't know how Mr. Yin's situation is now?"

Doctor Zhou didn't mention Yin Mo's situation for a while, and said without changing his face: "Miss Bai has a heart, if Mr. Yin wakes up and knows your concern, he will be very moved."

Bai Jinyue lowered her eyes shyly, "I want to go up to take care of Mr. Yin, I don't know ......"

"I'm afraid that's not right," Dr. Zhou hesitated, "the old lady is up there."

"I see," Bai Jinyue was a little disappointed, but this disappointment was quickly overshadowed by other looks, "I get along very well with Grandma Yin, she will come out in a while, and I will accompany her again." ”

"Miss Bai is at her own convenience."

Dr. Zhou didn't say much, carried the medicine box on his back, and walked out of the villa.

Bai Jinyue looked at his back, and a trace of coldness crossed her eyes.

What an old-fashioned person.