Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She had a pair of thin hands, clasping Yan Yan's arms tightly, and her nails were pinched into his flesh.

Yan Rusheng groaned. He didn't know how to answer her, and simply told her that her father's legs could not be reached.

"Please, please, please." Bai Jing knelt down crying when he saw that he was silent.

Yan Rusheng hurriedly pulled her up, seated herself in the seat, then squatted in front of her, and looked at her seriously, "Bai Jing, listen to me, your father's leg doctor said there was nothing to do. "

Bai Jing heard the words, her face was pale as paper, and tears rolled down.

Yan Rusheng got up and winked at Qiao Jian. Qiao Jian noticed, walked in front of Bai Jing, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped her tears, and comforted her, "In the future, there will be someone in your father's life. Take care, how old are you this year? "

Looking at her like this, she should still be at school.

Yan Rusheng looked down at Bai Jing, "I will bear everything you go to school in the future."

This is not a commitment, it is a responsibility, a responsibility that he must bear.

Bai Jing didn't look at the words like life, and didn't look at Qiao Jian, but kept mumbling and crying, "Daddy's legs are gone ..."

The operation was carried out for several hours, and it was launched. The anesthetic had not yet passed, and Bai Lisong was still asleep.

Bai Jing greeted, grabbed his hand, and cried, "Dad, dad ..."

She pulled so much that it was a hindrance to the nurse's work. "Please give me one, let one."

Qiao Jian hurried forward and pulled Bai Jing away.

Yan Rusheng looked at Bai Jing, full of guilt in his heart and eyes.

The cell phone in his pocket rang again, and he took it out and glanced at it vividly.

He picked it up and put it in his ear. "You go to bed first, don't call me."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Keep up with their footsteps.

When Xu Xu heard the sound of ‘dudu’, her heart sank. She looked at the screen of her mobile phone, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Yan Rusheng's tone was so indifferent, even with a touch of impatience.

Is something wrong?

Xu Xu thought for a while, she called over the previous phone call, and he was still so gentle, saying that he would be back in about an hour, but he hadn't returned in such a long time.

There must be something upset.

She reasoned speculatively, feeling sad all of a sudden, but worried about speaking like a living.

She wanted to call him to find out, but she was afraid to disturb him to deal with things, so she had to wait.

In the hospital.

After Qiao Jian's appeasement, Bai Jing's mood had calmed down. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Bai Lisong, who was still in a coma.

Yan Rusheng was standing beside her, hands in her pants pockets.

"President, otherwise you should go back first, I can stay here." Qiao Jian took care of everything, entered the ward, walked to Yan Rusheng and whispered.

Yan Rusheng did not return to Qiao Jian. He looked at Bai Jing, took a deep breath, and said, "I will let the nurse give you an extra bed."

Bai Jing looked up and looked at him.

This is the second time she looked up at him like this, as if admiring a towering tree, as if looking up at the snow lotus on the high Tianshan.

For a moment, she nodded and silent.

Yan Rusheng turned around and gave Qiao Jian a wink. Qiao Jian nodded. "I know that the nurses have already been arranged. You can go back first, president. It's too late for the wife to worry at home."