Song Yansheng didn't speak, let go of his hand, turned around a little embarrassed, and ran in the direction of the intensive care unit.

Shen Yiming looked at his back running in a hurry, the corners of his mouth hooked, and the anger on his face just now disappeared completely.

He glanced at the man in the corner.

I saw Mu Xiaocheng and Ji Huaishen walking out slowly.

Ji Huaishen was still expressionless, his handsome face was as cold as frost, and Mu Xiaocheng beside him was smiling.

"Emperor Shen's acting skills are good."

Unsparing compliments.

Shen Yiming put one hand in his pocket, looking arrogant.

"That is, the name of the actor is not for nothing."

He is still quite confident in his acting skills.

"But ......"

He suddenly frowned and glanced at Ji Huaishen.

"It's still your Mr. Ji's script that is well written."

After saying that, he smiled handsomely and walked leisurely in the other direction.

Mu Xiaocheng pursed her lips and looked up at Ji Huaishen: "Obviously, I am the planner, you just helped a little." ”

"Hmm."

Ji Huaishen responded in a low voice.

It's like a child.

Mu Xiaocheng suddenly grabbed his hand, put his face on his arm, and said obediently: "However, I really want to thank my family Mr. Ji for his help, not only for proposing such a good method, but also for letting people help." ”

At the end, she suddenly added: "I love you so much." ”

This sentence completely pleased Ji Huaishen, he lowered his head, kissed her cheek, and said in a deep voice: "People like Song Yansheng need to be excited, and when he really tastes the taste of loss, he will cherish it even more." ”

Although he and Song Yansheng are not familiar with each other, sometimes, men are the same.

And people like Song Yansheng, although they look strong and cold on the surface, they are actually very fragile in their hearts.

If Su Xiaoling is his true love, after today's time, he will understand it completely.

Even if it is dead, some people, it is impossible to let go.

The reason why life is the most precious thing in the world is because there are too many feelings and hopes in life.

Mu Xiaocheng smiled at him and raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to them all the time." ”

Ji Huaishen rubbed her head and lightly opened her thin lips: "I didn't pay attention to anyone, only you." ”

Mu Xiaocheng: "......"

What's going on with a little flirtatious all of a sudden?

She hooked her lips, and a shallow pear vortex appeared on her cheeks, cute and charming.

Ji Huai's heart moved, and pinched her cheek, soft and lovable.

—

Song Yansheng came to the ward, but now she can't go in, she can only look at her through the narrow window.

Her face was very pale, and she was surrounded by sophisticated monitoring instruments.

Song Yansheng's brows were tightly locked, and his dark eyes were full of worry.

He used to be the one who was lying inside, but he didn't know anything when he fell into a coma.

He never knew what the mood of the people waiting outside was, and he had never experienced this feeling.

The beloved lies inside, and the outside, no matter how worried and anxious, seems to be of no avail.

This feeling of powerlessness is uncomfortable, and my heart is suppressed and breathless.

"Sir, are you Miss Su's family?"

"Now you can go in. But don't stay too long. ”

A nurse wearing a mask came out of the intensive care unit and whispered.

Song Yansheng nodded and walked in cautiously.

He crouched beside her bedside and whispered, "I'm sorry. ”

The tone is deep.

(End of chapter)