Don't play tricks on the rich and powerful

Chapter 530 Couple Arms (5)
But in fact, I hope more than anyone else in my heart, I hope Zhuo Yaohui will know as soon as possible, I hope he can come.

I hope he will give Sister Yimei the most down-to-earth comfort.

It cannot be replaced by others.

Chen Mobei held Cheng Nuo in his arms, and he looked down at her, "When did your tears become so worthless, and you cry every now and then?"

"..."

Damn, does she want to? !
But it's so uncomfortable, if you don't cry, you will suffocate to death.

Cheng Nuo sniffed and buried his face in his chest, tears and snot all over him.

Chen Mobei lowered his eyes, watching her movements helplessly, but his arms were still tightly tightened.

"It's all right?" Cheng Nuo looked up at Chen Mobei.

"will not."

Chen Mobei whispered, and he stretched out his fingers to caress her bandage-wrapped ears.

The earrings were corroded because of the acid splash there, and the moment the signal disappeared from his mobile phone, Chen Mobei felt as if his heartbeat had stopped.

that mood.

Chen Mobei has it, and I believe Zhuo Yaohui will too.

It is reassuring to see people.

Moreover, Zhao Yimei really needs someone to accompany her to give love and encouragement.

……

Zhao Yimei sat up with her arms propped up on the hospital bed.

His voice, she is so familiar.

Even a single word can be easily distinguished.

She looked at the door of the ward in panic, her heart was beating violently and nervously.

The whole ward is spacious and bright.

Not even a place to hide.

She wasn't ready to face him yet, so why—

Zhao Yimei looked anxiously at the door of the ward, and heard a creak, and the door was opened.

The man pushed open the door and entered.

Black wool coat.

Even if his face is not good-looking.

But he was still so handsome that he moved her heart.

Zhao Yimei swallowed with difficulty, controlling her eyes not to shed tears.

Xiang Bojiu's words are so simple that they can be splashed with sulfuric acid.

Zhuo Yaohui felt his scalp go numb.

And now he is standing here, looking up, she is standing beside the hospital bed with bandages on her face.

He had always been glamorous and charming when he saw her, never had Zhao Yimei been like this.

Those eyes looked over, full of hesitation and uneasiness.

The heart was constricted for a moment, and it hurt painfully.

Zhuo Yaohui stood at the door, and the door was closed behind him. Before he could take a step, Zhao Yimei suddenly said, "Stop."

Her voice trembled slightly.

With only a slight pause in his steps, Zhuo Yaohui walked over step by step. Under her anxious sight, he stood in front of her and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

Hug gently, afraid to touch her wound.

There is no language.

But this hug is enough to outweigh thousands of comforts.

Zhao Yimei sucked her nose hard, but the suppressed tears still flowed out unceremoniously.

She raised her face vigorously, stretched out her hand to push him, and choked up, "Tears, tears, pain—"

"what happened?"

Zhuo Yaohui let go of his arms hastily, and was at a loss for a moment.

"Do you want to call the doctor?"

He said he was going to press the emergency button.

Zhao Yimei grabbed his arm, "Help me get the gauze, the wound cannot see water."

Tears rolled down, wet the bandages wrapped around his face, rustling wounds hurt.

(End of this chapter)