Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

He pursed his thin lips and stared at her. His heavy eyes made people wonder what he was thinking at the moment.

"I... don't mean any harm. I just want to know whether her operation was successful." Bailey added, "yesterday... The important person you said about the operation is Miss Jun."

His eyes changed slightly. At this moment, the fierce momentum of his whole body faded slowly, "it's her." he said.

"The operation..."

"Very successful," he said.

When she heard the speech, a smile appeared on her face, "great." she said so, and she really thought so in her heart.

Han Lin looked at the smile on her face. It was clear and bright. It vaguely made him feel as if he saw Yan Yan's smile.

However, there is no slightest resemblance between the two people, just the lasting charm of laughing.

"Yes, great," he murmured, looking over her at the door of the operating room.

Today, he was waiting outside the operating room. Every minute, every second, it was so painful. Although he kept telling himself that the operation would be successful, he was still afraid when he really saw Yan Yan pushed into the operating room.

Afraid that she may never see her again in the future, afraid that life will be too fragile.

He was so frightened that he felt as if he were suffocating.

Until later, Yan Yan was pushed out of the operating room. When Mei Beichen announced that the operation was very smooth, he felt as if he had collapsed. The nerves that had been tight were finally relaxed, and the whole person seemed to be able to breathe autonomously again.

"But... Don't you have to go to miss Jun's ward to see her?" Belle asked.

"She is now in the ICU ward. Even if she watches, she can only watch outside, not to mention... There are many people with her." he said. Now, even if she wakes up, she may not have time to take care of him.

And he, just see that he's safe.

Speaking of this, Yan Yan will be like this. He is also one of the initiators. He even doesn't know how to face her sober.

Will she blame him, or will she blame him?

"Well... Well... I'm going back. Do you want to go?" Bailey hesitated. It's not the same thing for them to stand in the empty operating room.

"I want to stay here a little longer," he said.

"Well... I'll go back first," she said.

Only when she turned around, one hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and gave Bailey a sudden beating.

"Will you... Stay with me a little longer?" his voice sounded faintly in the air.

She looked at him in surprise, but his eyes only looked at the door of the operating room.

Belleli only felt that his wrist was burning and his feet became heavy. In any case, he couldn't take that step again.

His side looked a little trance, a little fragile, and a little relieved... And she, silent, didn't leave after all, turned around and stood outside the operating room with him.

Two people, just stand like this again.

Is a person too cold? At this moment, her company makes him feel less lonely.