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

In Mu Wanqing's ward, Pei You arranged for someone to place another bed, but Ye Yuchen refused to rest, and only sat beside Mu Wanqing's bed to accompany him.

He took her hand and refused to let go anyway.

"Xiao Chenchen, you are like this...If Miss Mu wakes up but you fall ill, who will take care of her?" Pei You had a headache.

But Ye Yuchen said solemnly, "I'm fine."

He is strong enough to survive a few nights.

Mu Wanqing had just passed the dangerous period and hadn't recovered yet. He might feel uncomfortable just after the effect of the anesthetic.

Pei You sighed helplessly, "It's up to you then."

He couldn't persuade him anyway, so he simply left the ward, installed the bed for him and threw it there.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The steady sound of the testing instrument echoed in the ward, adding a bit of silence in the quiet late night.

Mu Wanqing was still in a coma, Ye Yuchen sat next to the hospital bed, tightly holding her small hand with her big palm, bent over and supported her forehead with her arm, and fell asleep.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

In the corridor, the cold sound of the instrument was also echoed, and then there was the sound of steady and hesitant footsteps.

Jian Xishi stopped walking and stopped, after all, stopped outside the door of the ward, looking at the girl lying on the bed quietly through a square glass, her lips pressed lightly.

"Qinqin..." he murmured.

The young girl's beloved girl is sick, but he doesn't even have the qualifications to accompany her to take care of her, so he can only look far away.

The opal clavicle chain on Mu Wanqin's neck slid down to the side of his neck, dimmed without any light. It was the pupil of the angel, which was supposed to be a pair of supernatural powers with him.

"Angel, save her?"

Jian Xi looked down and drew out a clavicle chain from his pocket. The honey-yellow opal and wing carvings are exactly the same as Mu Wanqing's angel pupil!

The young man Kui Er said in a piss, "Oh, you can't speak."

His system never talks to him.

"I am not willing to pour away." Jian Xi pursed his lips gently, and he clenched the angel in his hand, slowly closing his eyes.

A honey-yellow light slowly overflowed from the fingertips, dyed with a pale yellow mist, floating into the ward like a delicately woven light yarn.

"Xie Er."

At this moment, a cold male voice suddenly came from behind Jian Xi, and the light and mist disappeared instantly.

The boy gripped the clavicle chain, and then put it in his pocket.

He didn't turn around, but bowed his head a little agitatedly, kicking the smooth ground with his toes, "What are you doing?"

Jian Hongtian strode behind Jian Xi, suddenly grabbed his arm, pulled him back, and said coldly, "Take it out."

Jian Xi's eyes flickered, pretending not to hear.

But Jian Hongtian was suddenly furious. He directly pulled Jian Xi's hand out of his pocket and decisively grabbed the angel's eye.

"Give me back." Jian Xi's eyes became cold.

He lowered his voice, didn't want to disturb Mu Wanqing who was resting in the ward, let alone let Ye Yuchen know that he had been here tonight.

Jian Hongtiansen stared at him coldly, "Who gave you the courage to steal things from my study?"

Jian Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, a bit unruly.

He slowly clenched his fists, and the cold air around him grew stronger, "Stealing? That's my thing."

Jian Hongtian hid the angel's eyes.

He looked at Jian Xi solemnly, the use of his eyebrows meant that he didn't seem to regard him as his own son at all.

"Either let this necklace bind me, or you will marry Si Xue and inherit Jane's, and I will return the things to you."