Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Dongfang Wenjing's head not only didn't avoid, but leaned against Zhao Jianhui's arms. Snuggling up to him, Dongfang Wenjing felt a frightened heart and felt a lot more secure. A man's broad mind is a quiet harbor for a woman. Only by leaning in his arms can he feel safe.

The door inside made a slight squeak, followed by a short female doctor wearing a large white mask, followed by two tall female assistants. The three men glanced at Zhao Jianhui with empty eyes, and fixed their eyes on Dongfang Wenjing at the same time.

Dongfang Wenjing had already stood up. Looking at the female doctor standing in the middle, she asked nervously, "how's my father?"

"Miss Dongfang, just now we had a thorough examination of Mr. Dongfang's whole body and found that although he was still in a coma, his vital characteristics were much stronger than those a few days ago, which shows that he is recovering. It should be said that the craniotomy operation was very successful."

"Well, Director Mao, can I go in and see him..." Dongfang Wenjing looked at the female doctor with praying eyes and asked.

The female doctor shook her head: "Miss Dongfang, normally, you live in an advanced ICU ward. If you really want to go in and see Mr. Dongfang, you can't go through disinfection treatment. But what Mr. Dongfang does is craniotomy. There are professional doctors and nurses taking care of him carefully. You should trust our hospital and professional medical staff who are more suitable to take care of Mr. Dongfang than you. "

Zhao Jianhui smiled and said to the female doctor, "Director Mao, ICU ward is an intensive care unit. Non medical personnel are easy to cause bacterial infection of patients, so family members are not allowed to visit. We all know this truth, but as children, you can only take a look at the old man from a distance through the big glass when you know that the old man is seriously ill. You understand the worry and anxiety in that mood. No matter what you do, it's nothing more than human feelings. Even from the perspective of humanized management, you will agree with Miss Dongfang to go in and have a look at Mr. Dongfang. Do you think so? "

"Ha ha, young man, what you said is very reasonable. I also understand Miss Dongfang's mood. However, I am the attending physician of Mr. Dongfang. I should be responsible for the patient's health. As I said just now, you are an advanced single ICU ward. As long as you really want to go in, I won't resolutely stop you... However, I believe you will care more about the patient's safety than me... "Director Mao smiled, reached out and stroked the messy hair under the brim of his hat, and walked out with two assistants.

Dongfang Wenjing threw herself into Zhao Jianhui's arms, hugged Zhao Jianhui tightly and cried bitterly: "you say, will my father really be all right?"

Obviously, at this moment, Dongfang Wenjing was so sad and helpless. Zhao Jianhui hugged her shoulder and said in a low voice, "didn't you hear what Director Mao said? Uncle's operation was very successful. His physiological functions are recovering. He will be fine. Don't worry."

"Hmm..." Dongfang Wenjing nodded her head hard, as if she had incomparable trust in Zhao Jianhui's words. In fact, it was also to strengthen her confidence.

"Come on, go in and see Dad, otherwise I won't rest assured." Dongfang Wenjing said, a little embarrassed, raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, but his right hand kept holding Zhao Jianhui's hand tightly and pushed open the door inside.

Behind the door is a corridor more than ten meters long and two meters wide, with snow-white walls on one side and bright large glass curtain walls on the other. Inside the glass wall is a large room with a hospital bed. Around the hospital bed are various modern medical equipment such as ventilator, monitor, infusion pump, pacemaker, ice blanket and so on.

A doctor in a white coat is sitting in front of the hospital bed, wiping his forehead for Dongfang Longfei lying on the bed, and two little nurses in pink skirt nurse uniforms and pink nurse hats are staring at the instrument display and watching the data displayed above record.

Looking at Dongfang Longfei covered with thin white sheets and wrapped with white gauze on his head, Zhao Jianhui was also awed. He couldn't help lamenting the impermanence and helplessness of life. No matter how powerful people were, once they were entangled by disease, no matter how heroic they were, they had to kill you.

Although Zhao Jianhui has never seen Dongfang Longfei, he wants to turn a small construction company into a large listed group company with a market value of nearly 100 billion. Such a person has some personality and personality.

Such people, without exception, are people with a strong desire for control. But at the moment, he could only lie there quietly and helplessly gave his life to the two or three women inside. If Dongfang Longfei knows now, he will not be reconciled. But no matter how unwilling he is, he can only lie there at the mercy of others at this moment.

Life and death, not to mention family members and close relatives, even if they are so involuntarily.

Looking at the motionless and unconscious father inside, Dongfang Wenjing couldn't help crying again. Zhao Jianhui gently comforted a few times. He felt that what he said was so pale and powerless.

Holding Dongfang Wenjing back to the outside room, the two sat on the sofa. Dongfang Wenjing gently put her head on Zhao Jianhui's shoulder and slept in the past not long. Knowing that Dongfang Wenjing certainly didn't have a good rest these days, although she knew that it was uncomfortable for her to sleep like this, Zhao Jianhui still didn't dare to move. For fear of waking up, she couldn't have a good rest.

Although Zhao Jianhui hoped that Dongfang Wenjing could sleep more, things often backfired. Just after Dongfang Wenjing slept for less than ten minutes, the door of the outside ward was suddenly pushed open. The first person to probe into the door was a bright silver high-heeled leather sandal, followed by a beautiful leg wrapped in black silk stockings.

Then, wearing a yellow dress, black silk stockings and beautiful hair, Dongfang Wenying came in with a smile. Her skin is very white. You can see her white and tender skin from the position of her skirt near her neck.

The lotus leaf petal like neckline is wide and low. The slender neck with a gold necklace and Kaohsiung's white chest look very smooth. Under the light, it seems to be shining with flesh color. In her arms, she carries a small handbag in the same color as her feet 'epithelial sandals. Her thighs are very slender. A black silk stockings decorate two white thighs more sexy.

As soon as she entered the door, Dongfang Wenying glanced at Zhao Jianhui sitting on the sofa. The smile on her face suddenly stiffened, opened her mouth and just wanted to say something. Zhao Jianhui raised a finger in front of her lips and gave a slight hiss. The empty hand gently pointed to the sofa on the other side. Dongfang Wenying went to do it. Her stomach was full of doubt and confusion, I don't know what the relationship between my uncle and sister and Zhao Jianhui is. It's certain that she sleeps so peacefully and steadfastly in Zhao Jianhui's arms. The relationship between the two people is special no matter what.

Watching Zhao Jianhui close his eyes again and hold Dongfang Wenjing in one arm, he seems to be so precious and tender. Dongfang Wenying involuntarily sent out an uncontrollable anger.

The man never looked at himself. The contempt for himself in his eyes was not deliberately artificial, but from his bones.

Originally, he didn't like himself. Now he holds his uncle and sister so tenderly that he's afraid of waking up. She doesn't even say a word to herself. Is Dongfang Wenjing a treasure in your heart, and I'm not even as good as a straw stick in your heart?

Zhao Jianhui, you deceive people too much. Anyway, I'm also the chairman of Dongfang construction general manager. At worst, I'm also a beautiful woman in full bloom. You treat me like this. If I can swallow this tone, I won't be called Dongfang Wenying.

Dongfang Wenying sat on the sofa, his face blue and white, and his anger had nowhere to vent. He looked at Zhao Jianhui and the fragrant Oriental quiet sleeping on his shoulder. He suddenly stood up. His high heels made a loud click on the ground. He stretched out his hand to open the door and flashed out. The door then made a big click.

Zhao Jianhui shook his head: "you can't live because of your sins, ha ha..."

Dongfang Wenjing suddenly woke up, looked up from his arms, blushed and said, "I'm sorry, how did I fall asleep? Who came just now? I seem to hear the door ring? "

Zhao Jianhui smiled, stretched out his hands, held her delicate face and said, "your sister Dongfang Wenying. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the patience to wait for you to wake up and have a good talk with you. The opportunity is that she can't grasp it by herself. It can't blame others. "

Dongfang Wenjing was silent for a moment, then he broke away his hands and asked, "do you know her, you..."

"I have nothing to do with her. If I say so, she can be regarded as my sister-in-law. Besides, we have nothing to do with her." Zhao Jianhui said, holding Dongfang Wenjing on his chest.

"She... He's your sister-in-law... Oh, you're dead, and I didn't say I wanted to marry you? Besides, you're already married, don't you want to... "Dongfang whispered quietly, ashamed and resentful.

"Wenjing, you know my heart and I know your heart. We may be destined by God. Don't say whether I'm married or not, and don't think whether I'm a good person or a bad person. I like you, as long as you like me, I don't want us to miss each other so much, but we can't have each other... "Zhao Jianhui said, hugging Dongfang Wenjing even more.