Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Sister Xiu choked with a choked voice: "But the doctor also said, it is still unknown whether he can be completely out of danger..."

Hearing this, Ye Shengge suddenly bit his lip, and every cell in his body was caught in a huge panic and self-blame.

The old man closed his eyes and shook his body involuntarily. When he opened it again, there was already water in his eyes.

"Chairman, I have called Yangcheng's top surgeon, and they are all on the way." Uncle Jin said, "Don't worry about it. Young Master's life is great, in case Young Master is good , You fell, what should you do?"

The old man's lips were trembling, and he nodded: "Yes, you are right."

"Chairman, you can rest in the house, it's too cold here," Jin Shu persuaded.

The old man shook his head stubbornly and tremblingly sat down opposite Ye Shengge.

His turbid and deep gaze swept over Ye Shengge's body, and there seemed to be countless words to say, but after all he refrained.

After a while, the dean and several hurried doctors arrived, and the old man struggled to stand up and bowed to them one by one.

"Ji Lao, can't make it." Several people quickly persuaded, "You can rest assured that we will do our best."

After that, they immediately entered the surgery department to begin the cleansing process. The dean stayed in person to accompany the old man.

After repeated persuasion from the Dean and Uncle Jin, and the inability to allow the Dean to accompany himself with the cold, the old man finally went to the lounge to wait.

Before leaving, he glanced at Ye Shengge—because she was wearing a thin dress, her lips were purple.

After all, the old man still couldn't bear to sigh. This sigh made Xiu wake up. She soon found a thick coat to put on Ye Shengge.

However, Ye Shengge pushed her hand away.

"Mrs. Young, if you freeze something, the young master should be more distressed." Sister Xiu sighed.

Ye Shengge's eyelashes flickered, and finally no longer refused.

However, even though the coat was draped over her body, she could not feel the slightest warmth, or before, she could not feel any coldness either-she felt that she had probably lost consciousness.

The phone in my hand started shaking.

Her eyes rolled, and she seemed to finally return to the real world. She put her mobile phone in front of her eyes and saw the word "Sun Ye" flashing on it before finally waking up. This is Ji Shiting's mobile phone.

From the Qianfan Villa to the hospital, she has been holding Ji Shiting's mobile phone.

She picked up the phone sullenly.

"President, what are you doing with me?" Sun Ye's voice apologized, "I just slept too well..."

Ye Shengge moved his lips, but found that he could not speak at all, and could only make a few quick breaths.

Sun Ye seemed to hear it: "Mrs.?"

"Hmm..." Ye Shengge spit out the word hard and hung up the phone.

She didn't know how to speak-Ji Shiting was injured and was rescued in the hospital. The murderer was me?

Just thinking about it, this fact is enough to make her extremely painful.

Fortunately, Sun Ye didn't call again to ask questions.

Ye Shengge pressed his lips tightly, still staring blankly at the phone screen, and subconsciously entered the lock screen password.

Ji Shiting uses a branded mobile phone of the T.S Group. The interface is clear and concise, and the functions are clear at a glance. It really is the style of this man. She never seemed to have touched his cell phone before—not because she was not curious, but because she was afraid he was not happy.