Passionate Devotion

Chapter 179 180 Don't Think I'm So Bullied 10

I don't know if it is because of the sensible heart or the inadvertent eye contact. He lifted his eyelids and his gaze happened to hit her anxious gaze. He pulled the corner of his mouth, but her heart hung in her throat instantly.

His face is so bad, as white as a piece of paper, far worse than during the video call that morning.

My chest is painful.

"Really, how do you feel?" The President's wife expressed concern.

"It's okay, don't worry." He said, and inadvertently glanced at Tong Lu.

I don't know if it was her illusion. This sentence was clearly addressed to the President's wife, but Tong Lu felt that he was telling her, and she might be a little bit passionate. Tong Lu felt a little funny in her heart.

It took a full hour from the airport to the hospital. He didn't even look at her again. They didn't even have a chance to speak up close.

In the villa recuperation area of ​​the hospital, all the entourages were required to evacuate outside the ward. Only the president’s wife and a few elders from the Leng family were in the room. Kelly wanted to go in with a camera, but was stopped by the bodyguard, even if the president’s press secretary needed it. Public relations propaganda, bodyguards do not buy it.

Kelly patted Tong Lu on the shoulder, motioned her to go in, and whispered: "It's the same with the phone."

"Can I go in?" Tong Lu took a deep breath.

"Miss Tong, have you entered the first lady's office for an internship?" Secretary Yu greeted her.

"Well. Today is the first day of work."

Secretary Yu opened the door and let go respectfully.

In the ward, Ji Yiming stood in front of the hospital bed, talking to the president’s wife about Leng Yejin’s current injuries, describing how Leng Yejin was on the operating table in danger, escaped from danger, and was pulled back to life from the ghost gate, all kinds of thrilling , Hearing Tong Lu's heart trembled, Liu eyebrows tightened.

Leng Ye wanted to see her frowning her willow eyebrows, her eyes warned Ji Yiming: "Why do you talk so much?"

"Don't take it seriously. The gunshot wound is not a joke. If it weren't for my superb medical skills, you would be dead now." Ji Yiming continued to boast of his great achievements and the title of genius doctor was high.

"It's fortunate to have you this time, otherwise your uncle..." The President's wife was sitting on the side of the bed, looking at her nephew heartily: "Doctor Ji, during this time, I have to trouble you to take good care of him."

"That is necessary, Madam President, don't worry." Ji Yiming said: "These days, I must not get out of bed and move around. I need to lie down and rest."

Tong Lu took out her mobile phone, quickly took a few pictures, put her mobile phone away, stood there quietly, unable to speak from beginning to end, and finally returned to the presidential palace with the president’s wife, holding a notebook to write announcements, always thinking about it. He was distressed and anxious.

On the first day of work, I can’t wait to get off work.

After getting off work, without hesitation, I went straight to the hospital. As soon as I walked into the door, I saw that he was about to get out of bed. There was no one else in the ward. She walked over and held him down quickly: "What are you going to do? I will help. you."

"I want to explain, how can you help me?" Leng Yejin raised her thin lips and said to her.

"..." Tong Lu was embarrassed, but, "You wait, I'll get you the urinal, don't walk around casually, be careful of touching the wound."

Leng Ye raised her eyebrows and saw her head down and rushed to the bathroom to find a urinal. After returning, her little arm was going to help him sideways, and she heard her say: "You pee on your side, don't get out of bed. ."

Leng Ye glanced at her, her face sinking: "You want me to pee in the urinal in front of you? Do you want to help me unzip my pants and serve one-stop service?"

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