How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1983 Sweet Marriage 544 When did you... come here?

"I think I need some private space." His eyes were cold, his sentences were polite, and his tone was dark and terrifying.

Bei Fanxing twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, not bothering to quarrel with him over such a trivial matter, and stood up calmly: "I reminded you, it's best not to wake her up, if you understand her temper a little bit..."

When she lacks sleep and is not in good spirits, she can solve a matter calmly, but she will make a mess because of her violent emotions.

How tolerant you are at ordinary times, how easy it is to have emotional outbursts when you don't have a good rest.

It was like this when I was a child, and this bad temper has not changed until now.

Nan Mubai ignored his words, stared at the person on the hospital bed with sharp and dark eyes without blinking, and said coldly: "You can get out."

Bei Fan Xing opened the door, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly thought of something, and looked sideways at him: "Are you sure, I'm the one who really wants to get out?"

"..."

……

As soon as the door of the ward opened and closed, the ward became quiet again.

Nan Mubai raised his hand, took off his windbreaker and threw it aside, and sat down beside the bed, scrutinizing her face with frowned eyebrows.

In my memory, I have never seen her haggard like this.

Her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and the temperature in the ward was obviously moderate, but her forehead that had just been wiped by Bei Fanxing had already seen fine beads of sweat, as if she was experiencing some kind of inhuman torture in a dream.

His gaze slowly slid down, over her neck wrapped in a layer of gauze, and finally landed on the patient's neckline.

Under the untied collar, the place not illuminated by the light...

He took a breath, raised his hand and picked up the collar.

His pupils constricted sharply, he even forgot not to disturb her rest, and went to unbutton the bottom with a pale face.

"Don't! Get out!!!" A scream of pain suddenly sounded, and the hands that were holding the quilt tightly turned to the chest at some point.

In the blink of an eye, before the man could react, she had already struggled and rolled to the other side.

There was a muffled sound of 'dong', and she rolled out of the bed together with the quilt, and woke up sweating profusely.

"Little Man!"

Nan Mubai's face turned pale, and he slid across the hospital bed, half-kneeling in front of the woman sitting on the ground, his right hand habitually wanted to touch her face, but the little woman who was still in shock reacted quickly She turned her face away to avoid his touch.

The big hand with well-defined joints suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Hao Xiaoman tightly grasped the collar of his chest with his right hand, and subconsciously wiped his lips with his left hand, his body remained curled up and motionless.

Deathly silence.

"You... When did you come here?" After a while, she seemed to come to her senses. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and low, as if she had caught a bad cold.

Nan Mubai didn't speak, his dark and opaque black eyes looked like two volcanoes about to erupt, with dark red magma flowing, so hot that it was impossible to stare at.

Hao Xiaoman's rapid breathing gradually calmed down under his silent staring.

The palms of both hands were wet.

It was a bit cold on the floor, and she felt uncomfortable after sitting for a while. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, her legs were a little weak, so she grabbed the sheet with one hand and struggled to stand up, then went to bed and lay back.

His eyes scanned every corner of the ward unconsciously, but he didn't find Bei Fanxing's figure.

(End of this chapter)