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Chapter 159 The Mysterious President

"Chen'er, Chen'er! Don't do this to daddy, Chen'er... wake up, wake up!" A blond man in front of the hospital bed sobbed and threw himself on the girl. No matter how he screamed heartbreakingly, the girl would never

The beautiful face is still pale and colorless.

"Get out! Get out of here!" The blond man desperately raised his hand and pointed angrily at Yan Yi who was standing aside.

Yan Yi bit his lip, his eyes never leaving the girl on the bed. After a while, he weakly spat out, "I won't leave, and I won't leave again."

Austin clenched his fists, and his ice-blue eyes fell on Yan Yi with hostility, "If it weren't for you, how could anything happen to Chen'er! As long as she makes the slightest mistake, I will let your whole family be buried with her!"

"Nothing will happen to her!" Yan Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at Austin firmly. The determination in his eyes made Prince Austin stunned for a moment.

"Okay! Zi Xin, take your master out. How can Chen'er sleep here!" Ran Qingsi, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed without speaking, raised his eyes and glanced at Zi Xin indifferently.

Austin snorted coldly, "Sleep?! When have you ever deceived yourself? It's been a week since the surgery. If it weren't for this man, Chen'er would be like this!" Austin turned his head, grabbed Yan Yin's collar, and said, "

What about you, what are you still doing standing here? You really want me to stab you to death!"

Suddenly, there was a soreness in his neck. Before Austin could turn around, he collapsed in Zi Xin's arms. He only heard a cold voice resounding in the ward, "Take him away. Chen'er has become like this. It's really hard for him."

It was a blow."

Zi Xin nodded and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, CEO." After saying that, she just glanced at the girl on the bed with pity, sighed almost inaudibly, and ordered someone to help the prince out.

Xinsheng President Xin Yu Ziqing glanced at Yan Yi, then patted Ran Qingsi on the back, "Go and rest, I haven't slept for a week."

"No, when Chen'er wakes up, she will definitely be very hungry. Then I will make her favorite chicken feet, and she will definitely be happy." Ran Qingsi held the girl's hand tightly, his tone was surprisingly calm.

.

Xinyu Ziqing shook her head helplessly, leaned over and whispered a few words into Ran Qingsi's ear. Ran Qingsi's dim eyes suddenly flashed with light. He glanced at Yan Yi with a complex expression, "We have something to do beforehand."

Go out and take good care of Chen'er here."

When everyone left the room, there was only silence and half desolation left in the room.

For a week, he didn't even touch the corner of Yichen's clothes. Looking at the bloodless girl lying on the hospital bed, he just stepped forward stiffly, moved to the edge of the bed step by step, carefully picked up the girl's white hand, and dropped a drop of it.

Burning tears fell silently.

"Chen, don't be afraid, I will be with you, and I will always be with you."

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Outside the window was the desolate wind and the patter of rain. A slender figure stood quietly in front of the window, looking at her own shadow on the floor-to-ceiling window. She raised her hand and touched it with pity.

"Madam." After a respectful call, the woman still stared out the window blankly. After a long time, she asked indifferently: "Are you dead?"

It was a tone that he should have gotten used to a long time ago, but for some reason at this moment, the person behind him couldn't help but froze. He mustered up the courage to look at the noble figure and said, "Madam, are you really not going to save her?"

The woman turned around and glanced at him with her cold eyes, "One week is enough for him to collapse. It's time for him to hand over the British power."

"Madam, then she..."

"She is so much like me if she even risked her life for a man." A faint smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth unintentionally, which seemed evil and pitiful.

The man's figure paused again, but when the woman's cold eyes glanced at her indifferently, he immediately lowered his eyes respectfully.

The corners of the woman's mouth curled up slightly, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across her eyes, "Liester, do you think she looks like me, or does she look like him?"


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