CEO's Forced Love

When Jian Huan arrived at the hospital, Yan Jingshen had been rescued. On the corridor, Yan's mother and Yan's old lady were both there.

Jiang Yingmei's face was haggard. Even after a few hours of rest, his eyes were still covered with blood. Mrs. Yan was no better. Supported by Aunt Xue, the whole person was trembling and kept saying, "what can I do? What can I do..."

When Jiang Yingmei saw Jian Huan, he seemed to find the spiritual pillar and grabbed Jian Huan's hand. "Huanhuan, you're coming."

"How's it going now?"

"The doctor said that if you don't wake up within 24 hours, you are likely to... Become a vegetable." Jiang Yingmei's eyes are wet again, and then his eyes flicker with hope: "Huanhuan, you go in and have a look at the depth of field. He loves you so much that he will wake up when he hears your voice."

Love, does he still love her? Even Jane Huan can't get the right answer to this question.

But she changed her sterile clothes and entered the intensive care unit with a mask.

Sitting by the bed, Jane looked at the man with his eyes closed.

There was no trace of blood on his face, only the ECG instrument that was ticking normally showed that he still had weak signs of life.

The man who broke into her life from her childhood carries too many memories of her, sweet, sour, bitter and painful. He can hurt her severely, but he can also save her life. Looking at him quietly, Jane Huan silently shed a tear from the corner of her eye.

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Jane Huan didn't stay in there long. She changed her clothes and came out to think of another thing.

She hurried downstairs and ran out of the hospital gate. The SUV that brought her to the hospital was no longer in place.

Jane Huan stood by the roadside, holding her swollen forehead. The night wind blew her long hair, just like her mood at the moment, messy and disorganized.

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Yan's mother and old lady Yan are sent back to Yan's house to rest. The task of accompanying the night falls on Jian Huan.

Before ye Zhiqiu left, he hesitated again and again and told Jane Huan that Yan Jingshen often waited downstairs and didn't leave.

Jane Huan looked at her in amazement. Ye Zhiqiu patted her on the shoulder. "Maybe he doesn't know how to face you."

I don't know how to face

Jane Huan looked down at Yanjing's hand with a needle inserted deeply. Then she reached out and held it. A burst of cold rushed into her palm.

"You refuse to divorce, and now you make me feel guilty in this way. Yan Jingshen, are you intentional?"

The eyelashes of the people on the hospital bed trembled slightly, and Jian Huan with her head down didn't see it.

Until the nurse outside urged, Jane Huan released Yan Jingshen's hand. When she got up to leave, her hand was gently held.

In the dimly lit room, his slowly opened eyes looked at her quietly with broken light as bright as stars.

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"Don't you really go to the hospital anymore?" Ye Zhiqiu said to Jian Huan, who cleaned up the living room while eating an apple.

Jian Huan kept moving. "He's awake. What else should I do?"

"Jane Huan, are you pretending to be stupid with me?" Ye Zhiqiu lay on the sofa and tilted her feet. "I asked you, do you want a divorce?"

A phone call came in. It was Yan's mother who said Yan's depth of field was gone.

Ye Zhiqiu also heard Jiang Yingmei's anxious voice, "didn't you just leave the intensive care unit... Can you bear to run around?"

After hanging up the phone, Jane Huan vaguely had a guess, but she soon rejected it. She had just sat down on the sofa. Ye Zhiqiu urged: "the person is gone. Don't you go out and look for it? He's still hurt his head. If there's anything wrong..."

"Yan's family will find it," Jane Huan said faintly, gathering her eyelashes. "I don't know where he has gone."

Ye Zhiqiu stared at her and gave her a four character comment: "insincere."

Less than half an hour from Yan's mother's phone, the doorbell of the apartment rang.

"What should come is always coming." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Jian Huan.

Jane Huan got up and opened the door. Sure enough, Yan Jingshen stood at the door in a sick suit, without any coat, and his head was wrapped in gauze. He disappeared for a few days. His face was thinner, his outline was more and more sharp, and his eyes looked at her.

"Your condition is not very stable. Your mother is looking for you all over the hospital. You'd better go back quickly."

Jane Huan was about to close the door. A big hand with distinct bones pressed the anti-theft door.

"Can't you stand being alone with me now?" Yan Jingshen's voice was still a little dumb.

Jane Huan looked up at him, "other things will wait until you recover."

"Say what? You want to divorce me, don't you?" Yan Jingshen showed a trace of self mockery on his face.

Jane Huan didn't answer. After a moment of silence, she said quietly, "go back early."

Turning around, outside the door, Yan Jingshen seemed to have exhausted all his strength and spit out a sentence dryly: "Huanhuan, can you not divorce?"

Jane Huan's eyes were warm. She held the door tightly and closed the door without hesitation.