CEO's Sweetheart Is Prickly

Desolate one sits on the hospital bench, a kind of unprecedented helplessness spreads around her. She lowered her head, and her pale side face was blocked by the falling hair on her shoulders. She kept such a posture for a long time, immersed in sadness like a body without soul. No one can help her, not even herself.

The red light at the door of the operating room is always on, which shows that during the operation, I look up from time to time to see if the red light is off and whether the operation is over. She only hopes that Huo Quan can be safely pushed out of the operating room, so that everything can start all over again, she also has the opportunity to make up for Huo Quan.

"Young lady, what's the situation with the second master?"

Wei Ping ran in from the door with a lot of work and dust, but he didn't care about it at all. He just wanted to know the current situation of Huo Quan.

"It's been nine hours and it's not out of danger."

Cold voice has been hoarse, when speaking voice is rusty. She was staring at the red light at the door of the operating room, hoping that the process of suffering would come to an end soon and that all suffering would never come again.

"What happened? I still talked to my second master on the phone this morning. How can it be like this now? "

Wei Ping collapsed. Huo Quan was a god like figure in his heart. He could never be defeated or knocked down. However, the reality gave him a heavy blow, so that he could not accept what happened in front of him.

Lengqing took a long breath. She really didn't want to recall the previous experience. However, Wei Ping is Huo Quan's confidant, she has the responsibility to give Wei Ping an account.

"I went to the government hall with Huo Quan, he went to work, I sat on the bench waiting for him, just like now."

It's just, I don't know if I can wait for him now.

In the last sentence, lengqing didn't say it. She was afraid that what she said would turn into a prophecy and make what she was afraid of come true.

"Why does the second master lie in it now?"

Wei Ping's fingers were shaking as he pointed to the operating room, and his voice was almost roaring. His eyes are full of blood, the news of Huoquan's serious injury brings him how much blow can be imagined. He is not only the God of Wei Ping, but also the spiritual pillar of power and the world. If he is gone, the sky will collapse.

"There was a little girl who gave me a bag of things. I don't know, I really didn't have any defense, but when I found out it was a bomb, it was too late. It was Huo Quan who took the bomb away. He saved me and everyone... "

Lengqing said and choked, her eyes were red again, as if to dry the tears of her life. Those unbearable past, every time I think of it, it's painful for lengqing.

"I thought you were really smart. How could you be stupid at such a critical time! I have said for a long time that the situation in Africa is turbulent recently, and many terrorists are ready to move. The little girl you are talking about must have been carefully trained by terrorists. They think that they are the messengers of justice. As long as they appear, they must be determined to die. "

Wei Ping is heartbroken. He hates that he didn't stay with Huo Quan at such a critical time. If he is here, he will sacrifice his life. What can he do? Oh, but fate made people, he didn't protect his second master in time.

"You stupid woman, if there is something wrong with the second master, I will not let you go!"

In such a helpless moment, Wei Ping has been heartbroken to lose his mind, and he would like to die with all the people who hurt Huo Quan. In his eyes, Huo Quan is to save lengqing, which will lead him into a desperate situation. Therefore, his hatred for lengqing is more profound.

Her cold eyes were empty, and her eyes were full of hopelessness. Wei Ping hated her very well and reasonably. She even hated herself to death. She hoped that it was her who fell down and that it was her who was lying in the ward. She did not want Huoquan to bear such suffering on her behalf.

The hospital was silent at night, and Wei Ping sat beside her dejectedly, like another body whose soul had been taken away. Lengqing felt that his chest had been gouged out of a hole, and his heart was no longer there. Only the cold wind was blowing, empty and nothing.

As time goes by, I never thought that I would have such a hard time in my life. Even when she was taken away and locked up in a small dark room, she never suffered like this.

Will such Huo Quan set fire to it? Will you care about the secrets of the heirs of the cold family?

Lengqing is lost in meditation. Maybe everything before is that she misunderstood Huo Quan. He can even ignore his own life. Will he care about those extraneous things? Because the thing lengqing hates most in her life is being misunderstood, but now she has done something she didn't want to do to others. If Huo Quan doesn't wake up, she doesn't even have a chance to apologize.

At the door of the operating room, the red light in the operation has finally gone out. The moment of cold expectation has finally arrived, but it also brings the heart to the throat. Several doctors who operated at the same time came out of the room one after another. Everyone's face was dignified, which made the coldness more scared.

She suddenly didn't want to ask. Would it be better if she didn't know something? As long as she doesn't know, she can cheat herself that Huo Quan is still well.

"Doctor! doctor! What's the situation with our second master? "

Wei Ping rushed to the doctor with the fastest speed. He held out his hands and shook the doctor's arms. Even though the African doctor looked very strong, he still shook him a little dizzy. In addition, the doctor is a native African doctor, so he can't understand Wei Ping's words at all, so he can only speak some English to reply.

Wei Ping's English level is very general, basically retained in the level of primary school students, only some simple greetings. Fortunately, at this time, because the special circumstances of the families of the wounded were taken into account, the government specially sent translators, which also enabled the communication between the two sides to go on smoothly.

African doctors speak a lot of English, and Wei Ping has been listening carefully. Although he doesn't know much, he believes that as long as he doesn't hear the word "dead", it means that there is still hope for everything.

"Translation, what he says, what he says!"

This time, Wei Ping changed his goal to shake the translators around him.