Chapter 2274

The most important thing is that when I came here just now, I watched my daughter sitting by Ye Wenming's bed, staring at her eyes.

If her daughter really has no feelings for ye Wenming, how can she look like this!

There is a struggle and infatuation in the fundus.

If you know your daughter, you can't be her mother. Zhuo's mother knows that ye Wenming is the brand of her daughter's life!

Even if the daughter keeps saying that she doesn't love, I'm afraid that she still has that love in her heart. She just doesn't want to admit it.

After waiting for Zhuo's mother and Xiaoyan to leave, Zhuo qianyun continues to stay in Ye Wenming's ward.

He fell asleep, the doctor said, because he had lost too much blood before, so even if the anesthesia subsided, he was afraid that he would still sleep for a period of time, maybe wake up a few hours later, or more than ten hours later.

When on earth will he wake up?

His face, it still looks so pale, with a fragile feeling.

It's like it's going to disappear at any time.

Zhuo qianyun heart suddenly trembled, almost subconsciously raised his hand, gently stroked the pale cheek, as if to make sure that he was still alive, and breathing.

His cheek was so cold that she gasped as soon as the palm of her hand touched it.

It's so cold... It's like a dead man.

How much he paid for her today and how much blood he shed!

This cold, like a needle, pierced her heart, and throbbing again.

It was like feeling the warmth of her palm. Ye Wenming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his mouth overflowed with a chant.

Zhuo qianyun is stiff all over for a moment. She just stares at Ye Wenming's eyes and slowly opens them. She even forgets to take back her hand which is still on her cheek.

Ye Wenming just looked at his face and felt the warmth on his cheek. At this moment, he even thought he was dreaming. Otherwise, how could he see him standing by his hospital bed and even looking at him so attentively.

If she is at ordinary times, I'm afraid she will try her best to draw a clear line with him.

Just the next moment, when he saw the white gauze around her neck, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly wanted to sit up, while in his throat, there was a hoarse voice, "is your neck tight, what does the doctor say?"

"I'm fine." Zhuo qianyun quickly pressed Ye Wenming and didn't let him get up. "Don't talk. You just finished the operation and lie down. I'll call the doctor." It was only when she was about to get up that his hand seized her wrist.

Zhuo qianyun's whole body was stiff, and her hand wrapped with gauze made her not break away for a moment.

That hands, once in order to protect her, holding a stick and dagger to hurt herself again and again, now she, how can she shake off his hand.

Zhuo qianyun hesitates for a moment, and suddenly leans towards Ye Wenming. Her two bodies are gradually approaching. Then her other hand rings the nurse bell at the head of the bed.

After ringing the bell, Zhuo qianyun lowers her head and looks at Ye Wenming lying on the bed. At the moment, he looks at her.

In a flash, Zhuo qianyun's heart suddenly seems to miss a beat, some at a loss.

Two people, looking at each other in this way, until the door of the ward was pushed open and the nurse came in quickly, it was to break the silence.