The silence at this time was like a drowning person catching duckweed floating on the sea. She held Feng Haotian tightly, leaned on his shoulder with tears on her face, and cried incoherently: "Haotian,
Haotian, what should I do?
I'm so scared, so scared.
I'm so scared, I'm so scared that my brother will leave, I'm really scared that Xiaoyu will be in danger, I'm really scared, I'm really scared..."
When Feng Haotian saw this, he felt sour in his heart and regretted it very much. Why did he hold the damn press conference? Why did he listen to Wen Jingruo and hold the press conference obediently so that An Yu would see it?
Chapter 63 Haotian, save my father (1)
Damn it, thinking of this, he wanted to punch himself.
It's all him, it's all him. If it weren't for this damn press conference, if it wasn't for these things that happened one after another, how could An Yu faint in the first place and be so serious?
Then, An Jing fainted again, and the child became more and more unsafe?
At this time, Feng Haotian only hated his own powerlessness. Looking at An Jing's appearance, he could only hug An Jing tightly, hug her hard, and whispered: "It's okay, he will be fine.
Don't worry.
Be good, An Jing is the best, don't worry, everything will be fine."
This woman must not fall down.
At this time, Feng Haotian was afraid of loss like never before, afraid of losing the woman in his arms and the child in her belly.
Having been alone all this time, he finally had the warmth of a home. Finally, this woman gave him the warmth of a home. He really didn't want to lose it, he didn't want to lose it!
After listening quietly, it seemed as if I had a little more strength. Yes, yes, yes, what Haotian said was correct, what he said was correct, yes, it's okay, it will be okay.
Xiaoyu will be fine, Xiaoyu will be fine.
It will be fine.
An Jing leaned obediently in Feng Haotian's arms, stretched out her arms, and hugged Feng Haotian tightly, but she still stared into the glass-door operating room with tears streaming down her face.
Jing Jing raised her eyes and looked at the operating room. At this time, the sound seemed to be getting faster and faster. The heart monitor was also desperately trying to sound the sharp warning sound, as if it was the call of death.