The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Anseong Hospital.

Mu Wanqing was sent to the operating room for rescue, and the red light outside immediately lit up, as if it could reflect the entire corridor.

Ye Yuchen raised his eyes, he stared at the red light that meant the operation had started, his eyes were still red, and the light scattered by the red light was more obvious.

"Don't worry." Bo Liang pressed her thin lips tightly.

He frowned lightly and looked down at the call log of the phone. Su Xiaoli called again and again, but he did not answer.

Bo Liang was comforting Ye Yuchen and at the same time hinted at himself.

He didn't know how to tell Su Xiaoli... about Mu Wanqing's heart attack and was sent to the operating room.

"Yeah." Ye Yuchen's throat moved slightly.

He leaned against the corridor wall outside the operating room, fingers passing through the dark hair, his slightly closed eyes revealed a bit of depression.

Before the girl went into a coma, the words still lingered in her ears, echoing endlessly, which made him crazy and broke him.

"It's nice to see you before I die."

"And... happy birthday."

Then, what appeared in his mind was Mu Wanqing's smiling little face, her white teeth and bright eyes, and her charming eyes. She was blooming with the most beautiful smile and blessing him.

Oh, happy birthday...

If she leaves, how can he be happy?

Ye Yuchen closed his eyes completely suddenly, holding his hair tightly, enduring the heart-piercing pain.

He would rather she never helped him celebrate his birthday!

I would rather she never go back to the rose garden to get some glass bottle gift for his birthday...

I would rather nothing happened!

However, it is too late...

"Ye San, you have to cheer up, she doesn't want to see you like this." Bo Liang looked at Ye Yuchen coldly.

It's not that he is cold, but...

At this moment, he really did not know how to comfort.

"Cheer up?" Ye Yuchen's lips twitched lightly. He dropped his arm, and his whole body gradually approached a state of anger.

He clenched his fists tightly, and turned his head to look scarletly at Bo Liang. The depths of his black eyes were filled with wild irritability and endless anxiety.

"Lying down in the operating room..."

Ye Yuchen snorted, as if the silence before the storm had ended, he suddenly became angry in the next second, "You tell me how to cheer me up!"

He stared at Bo Liang with cold eyes, and his eyes were complex and deep, seeming to have inexhaustible heartbreaks.

"She is the favorite woman in my life!"

"You told me first that she was sick."

"Then cruelly informed me that her condition was so serious...only half a year's life left at most."

Ye Yuchen turned his head stiffly, he looked at the door of the closed operating room, his scorching eyes wanted to weld a hole out of it.

"Now she is lying in the operating room."

His throat was tight, dry and hoarse, and his voice trembled fiercely, a breakdown and despair like never before.

Ye Yuchen suddenly shouted, "If she makes any mistakes, if she just doesn't want me like this, why should I calm down! Cheer up!"

It was his fault... it was all his fault.

He shouldn't let Mu Wanqing be discharged from the hospital, shouldn't accompany her to realize any **** wish, and shouldn't fail to protect her.

Thinking about it this way, the endless pain in Ye Yuchen's heart spreads into the blood and even the bone marrow, smashing his entire heart, and defeating the army.

Bo Liang was silent, and he pressed his thin lips tightly without saying a word.

Ye Yuchen growled frantically and collapsed. He vented his inner emotions hysterically, but he still remained as forbearing as possible, for fear of affecting the doctor's performance.