Shang Jin stepped forward and held Zhuli's cold fingertips.
Zhuli's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up.
"Mrs. Jing, what do you mean by what you just said?"
The hand she held in her palm suddenly tightened a bit.
Shang Jin smiled without saying a word and raised his hand to put his arm around her shoulders.
"Let him tell you when he wakes up."
She held Zhuli in her arms and sat down on the nearby bench, her warm palms patting the back of her hand irregularly.
Suddenly, the lights in the emergency room went out.
Doctors told them that the patient was temporarily out of danger.
Yu Qing's knife missed the target and did not hit the heart.
VIP ward
Zhuli moved a nursing chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, her trembling eyelashes full of worry.
"When will you wake up? I have a lot to say to you."
She raised the man's broad palm and placed it gently on her cheek.
She knitted her slender eyebrows and held back her sobs, fearing that the man in the hospital bed would see her with tears on his face when he woke up.
Zhuli really couldn't hide her feelings for him now.
His words: "I was afraid that you would be scared alone, so I came to accompany you." echoed in her ears for a long time.
"Why are you so stupid? You know she's here for you, but you still come here to die."
When she thought of this, her eyes began to heat up again.
The strength of the squeeze on the man's hand increased.
At this moment, her tears were like broken pearls, completely uncontrollable.
Crying, she actually fell asleep lying on the bedside.
After running around for several days, she seemed to have slept for a long time.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhuli's pupils reflected the ceiling of the hospital.
She frowned slightly, and for a time she had the illusion that she was in the hospital.
She quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looking around with her round eyes.
Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.
The man's hospital gown didn't seem to fit very well, and his strong curves were perfectly exposed.
Zhuli didn't have time to think too much and didn't even bother to put on her shoes, she almost flew to him.
The two arms were like flexible snakes, wrapped around the man's waist.
"When did you wake up?"
"You ran outside before your injury healed?"
"Don't you want to stay with me?"
The tip of her nose felt sore, and a layer of mist slowly formed in her eyes.
Jing Huaizhi smiled helplessly and raised his hand to rub her head.
"When I woke up, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you."
"Why, do I have to ask for your permission before I even go out?"
"Mrs. Jing?"
The man's clear voice concealed a faint smile.
Zhuli turned her head to one side willfully, deliberately not looking at him.
"Can't you?"
Her face was full of arrogance, but there was an unconcealable joy in her tone.
He pinched the tip of her small nose, and his words were full of endearment: "Okay, I'll do whatever you want."
"Wife."
The man leaned down and almost bit her earlobe and said.
Suddenly, bustling voices came from the corridor.
Only then did Zhuli realize that they were still standing at the door.
Loosen your hand around his waist, pull his arm, and close the door.
"Does your wound still hurt?"
After being pulled like this by her, the newly stitched wound probably opened again.
Jing Huaizhi covered her chest with one hand, and put his free hand on her shoulder.
"It doesn't hurt at first, but if you pull me away like this, I won't be far away from returning to the west."
Zhuli was a little embarrassed and helped him lie back on the hospital bed.
He looked at the woman in front of him busy working for him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve down.
She cares about him.
"Honey, come here."
Jing Huaizhi's lowered eyes were filled with happiness.
Zhuli was busy tucking the quilt at the end of the bed for him when she heard the sound and walked quickly to his side.
"What's wrong?"
The woman's clear pupils flashed with doubts.
"Come closer."
The man raised his finger at her.
She leaned down a few degrees, and then someone grabbed her wrist.
With a strong pull, she fell into the man's broad arms.
"You will make the wound open. I...I can't hold you down..."
Zhuli was a little incoherent.
The corners of Jing Huaizhi's mouth curved slightly, and he said casually: "Hug me for a while."
If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to get up at all.
"When I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll take you to meet someone, okay?"
He rested his chin on the top of her hair and smiled lightly.
Zhuli carefully avoided the location of his wound and hummed in a nasal tone.
"When you are discharged from the hospital, I have something to tell you."
"Can't you tell me now?"
Jing Huaizhi turned his head slightly and said unclearly.
"Can't we meet now?"
She retorted just as unceremoniously.
Hearing this, an ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His thin lips lightly touched the top of her hair, and he said warmly: "Honey, please don't leave, okay?"
Zhuli naturally understood what he was talking about and struggled to get out of his arms.
"You should recover from your injuries first, and we will wait until you are discharged from the hospital."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the ward opened.
"Mr. Jing!"
"Are you...are you okay?"
Meng Nanxun was holding Jing Youyou's hand, but he let go the moment he entered the door.
He cried out and looked very worried.
Jing Huaizhi half-squinted his eyes and raised his eyelids.
"Are you really worried about me dying, or are you worried that no one will pay you after I die?"
It must be said that the boss's vision is ruthless, and he can see through the phenomenon and see the essence so quickly.
Meng Nanxun stopped howling in mourning and forgot to close his open mouth for a moment.
Her lips trembled: "Mr. Jing, why do you think so?"
"dad."
Jing Youyou pouted her little mouth and walked up to Zhuli, her eyes a little red.
"Mom, is dad okay?"
Zhuli stood up, raised her hand and hugged Jing Youyou into her arms.
"Dad is fine. He will be home in a few days."
Jing Huaizhi stretched out his arms and deliberately teased her: "Dad's arm can't feel anymore. Youyou, come and give dad a hammer."
Jing Youyou blinked her big eyes twice and did as she was told.
"Okay, Youyou, go play over there on the sofa."
Zhuli chuckled and shook her head, pinched her chubby wrist with her slender fingertips and took her aside.
She guessed that Meng Nanxun must have brought important news when he came at this time.
"Okay mom."
Jing Youyou responded obediently and then walked towards the sofa.
Jing Huaizhi's dark pupils reflected Jing Youyou's small figure, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised: "She is well raised by me, you can rest assured."
His voice was soft and inaudible, but Zhuli still heard it.
"Mr. Jing, Yu Qing has been arrested by the police. I followed the trend and truthfully reported her whereabouts that she had deliberately concealed before to the police."
"This time, there is no chance of her turning around."
Meng Nanxun patted his chest and promised.
After five years of painstaking preparation, they finally announced success today.
Zhuli listened with half-understanding and didn't express any opinion.
"Um."
"It's just about whether we can go faster next time."
Jing Huaizhi licked his lips and let out a cold chuckle.
