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He had a cigarette in his hand, and his addiction was already there. However, this was a no-smoking area. When he thought about the women in the operation room, he just took a sniff at the cigarette and resisted the urge to smoke.

A shadow appeared in front of him. He didn't even raise his head as he asked in a deep voice, "Have you found anything?"

Wu shook his head, "CEO, the car is too badly damaged, there are fragments everywhere, I can't be sure of anything yet. Maybe, when Miss Zhong wakes up, he will know everything."

He nodded. "Follow up with the police."

"Yes, I'll go right away. Oh yeah, I'll give you your phone."

He stretched out his hand and took it. "Go."

He was left alone in the corridor, along with his bodyguard not too far away. He had to be careful in the face of such an incident.

He didn't like to be interviewed by others. The rumors he had with Min Qiu previously made him afraid of reporters the most.

He lit up and took a few big puffs on the cigarette. However, he started to cough non-stop, causing the nurse to say rudely, "Sir, this is a hospital. Please smoke some cigarettes. Also, you are a patient yourself, please smoke less." Glancing at his bandaged leg, the nurse shook her head.

"Thank you." As he spoke, he pinched out the smoke, as if he was strangling an evil spirit.

The nurse was scared silly, because she had even heard the sound of the cigarette burning through the muscles of his fingers, but the man acted as if he did not feel anything, and directly threw the cigarette into the trash can beside him, then raised his head and looked at the door of the operation room with a burning gaze. He was waiting for Wanqiu to come out.

When he found out what happened to her, he felt afraid for the first time. It was the feeling of the sky falling down, as if his sky really falling down when she disappeared.

He was terrified.

He was the first to rush to her car. No matter how everyone looked at him, he would risk his life to save her.

How dangerous, if, if he was a little slower, she would have already been turned into ashes in the body of the Volkswagen Beetle.

The car he had given her had nearly killed her.

As he thought about this, he suddenly thought back to the incident in the company elevator. Could it be that it really had something to do with that person?

At this moment, his phone rang. He glanced at the number, in fact, it was the same number he had received before. He didn't want to return it, he didn't want to return anyone's call.

After thinking for a moment, Leng Muxun picked it up, "Sha Yixuan, I'm not f * cking dead yet, you don't need to recite the scriptures like a monk."

"Yo, you still have the strength to joke around. That doesn't look too bad. Your arms and legs are still complete, right?"

"It's all here."

"What about your wife?"

"What do you mean my wife? This isn't an ancient time, it's my wife."

"Have you received your pass?"

"Soon."

"Then that doesn't count. I'll have to get a certificate in order for it to be official."

"Wait for Wanqiu to finish, when the Civil Affairs Bureau comes to work, we will go and retrieve it. That's right, don't just use me to talk, where are you and Qianqing?"

"Leng Muxun, Qianqing and I don't need you to worry about us. I heard that someone gave us flowers, and in the end, those flowers were all given to the auntie who was sweeping the floor. Is that true?"

Hearing Sha Yixuan's words of ridicule, Leng Muxun did not get angry at all, "What do you know, that is just your personality, do you understand?"

"Haha, Leng Muxun, your brain is working really fast. Now that you know to protect your wife, sigh, it's good to know that you're fine, look carefully at your injured leg, don't leave any side effects and walk in the future while limping, affecting the image of the diamond king. Ah, you're not the diamond king anymore, you have a wife."

"It's good that you know this. Hurry up and harass your wife in the middle of the night, stop disturbing me."

"Leng Muxun, nothing good comes out of your mouth, am I not helping you recuperate now? You actually dared to bite Lu Dongbin like a dog, and do not recognize the good intentions of others. "

"Hehe, I knew you were at the police station, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Isn't that the only way to let you know?"

"Is there any news?"

"There's a little problem."

Leng Muxun stood up from the chair, "What small problem? Tell me quickly."

"Haha, just wait and ask your wife, I have to go back now. Qianqing has good news."

"Hello …" "Hey …" But it was of no use, Sha Yixuan had already unceremoniously hung up the phone.

He could vaguely guess what was going on, but he could only wait for Wanqiu to wake up and tell him everything.

The lights in the operating room were still on. Seeing a nurse coming out, he hurriedly went up to her. "How much longer?"

"Soon." The nurse saw his gloomy face just now, as if he was about to kill someone, so she immediately left after answering his question. She didn't want to stop for even a second longer.

Leng Muxun walked along the corridor with one leg crippled, completely ignoring the doctor's words. He could leave whenever he wanted to, and it would not affect anyone else's business, but the nurses that came and went did not dare to say anything to him. This man, who only took one step at a time, had a deterrent that made people afraid.

Suddenly, Leng Muxun heard the low and messy footsteps coming from behind the door of the operation room. He turned around, and sure enough, the three words "surgery" above the door had already been extinguished, and when the door opened, Wanqiu was still sleeping on the bed with the needle in his hand, and saline mixed with the medicinal liquid unceasingly flowing into her body. He glanced at the doctor who had just come out while pushing the bed, "How is she?"

"There's concussion and trauma. The fragments have been removed, so there's no danger for now. It's just that there's sleep in the IV. I should wake up tomorrow morning."

But he wanted her to wake up right away.

Damn it, why was there sleep in the medicine?

If it were not for the fact that the doctor had treated Wanqiu, he would have really punched that doctor.

The nurse pushed the bed and walked quickly, while he actually followed closely after with one of his legs injured.

When he pushed open the door to the first-class ward, he only felt the remaining silence of the night.

Pushing the bed stopped right in front of the sickbed, the nurses were about to carry Wanqiu who was still in deep sleep, when he suddenly said: "Wait."

"Mr. Leng you …" The nurse in front of him looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I'll do it myself, step back."

"This …" The nurse glanced at his injured leg and tried to dissuade him.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it myself." His voice was so cold that the nurses backed away.

Leaning over, he used both arms to gently pass through her body, avoiding the place where she was bandaged up. As long as he avoided that place, she shouldn't be in pain.

When he thought of the blurry gaze she used to look at him before she fainted, and the three words she said before, a hint of gentleness unconsciously surfaced in his eyes.

"Xun, I love you …"

How long had she loved him?

Although it was just a soft mumble, he could feel that she had loved him for a very, very long time. Otherwise, she would never have said those two words.

It was a reaction that came naturally from the bottom of his heart. At that moment, he actually said it out loud.

She raised her arm and landed in his embrace.

Carefully moving to put her on the sickbed, the nurse swiftly moved the IV drip over, and seeing that Wanqiu was still in deep sleep, it proved that he did not hurt her. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and sat down.

In the ward, after the nurses had tidied up everything, they quietly left the room, leaving only the man and woman in the ward.

The man's expression seemed to be filled with love, but what about the woman?

She was sleeping soundly, as if she had been having a sweet dream all along, but no one could guess how she felt about men.

Maybe it was also love.

Because her smile was too sweet and beautiful.

Even though the doctor said that she was no longer in danger, he just wanted to personally see her wake up, and then be the first to ask her what had happened in her car before the incident happened.

He knew she was new, but she wouldn't drive such a lousy car.

He reached out to pick up his phone. He thought that the Wu had discovered something new, but when his gaze landed on it, he saw that it was Bai Moyu's phone number.

"How is she?" It was only three simple words, and nothing else.

He had already investigated the Yuqiu Wood Shop before, and thought that the person was just using it to make …

However, he was relieved after checking, and that was why he allowed Wanqiu to stay at work.

No matter what, Bai Moyu knew his own limits, and did not bother Wanqiu. After thinking for a bit, he replied her with a text message: "She's doing very well, she'll probably wake up tomorrow morning. It's just her concussion and some external injuries."

Not long after he sent it, Bai Moyu's second text message arrived: "Thank you."

He put down his phone and leaned back in his chair. His eyes started to hurt and the wound on his leg started to hurt, but he didn't respond. He just sat there, insisting on waiting for the moment she woke up.

Time suddenly became difficult to bear. His nails pinched the flesh, preventing himself from falling asleep.

When the night nurse saw him sitting on the chair, she pushed the door open and entered. "Mr. Leng, you should sleep for a while.

He shook his head, determination in his bloodshot eyes. If anyone knew how scared he was when he found out about the car, they wouldn't try to talk him out of it.

At that time, the first thought that popped into his mind was that he didn't want her to die unless they all died together.

What was it like?

It was a very strange feeling.

He had never been able to understand how he felt about Zhong Wanqiu, and it was different from Min Qiu's. Min Qiu was like a pool of clear water that had been poured into his life and could not be separated from him.