Yan Mubei stepped forward, reached out to pick up his son on the chair, and tightened his arms.
I instantly felt that it was great to be alive, it was great to be able to marry Lin Qianqian, and it felt great to have two children.
No matter how much Colin made him angry or made him fly into a rage, he always felt that his son was the best.
"My sister is sleeping. When she wakes up later, I will take you over to see her." He rubbed his son's short hair lovingly, put his handsome face against his, and took a deep breath.
I have faced many dangerous situations in the past, and there were even times when I almost lost my life, but I have never been so grateful as this time.
I am grateful that he is still alive by his family, and I am grateful that my family is still by his side.
He thought he could no longer live in such a life of bullets and bullets.
For the sake of his wife and children, he no longer wants to live such a dangerous life.
He wants to cherish the happiness he has.
Maybe it's time to clean up.
"What?" Colin felt that his father was a little strange and fragile.
He wondered if it was because of his bad behavior in the Maldives last time that his father was no longer as tough as before.
It was just an ordinary gunfight that scared my father to this point.
Hey, it seems dad can't help but play.
Such a father made him a little uncomfortable and made him feel sorry for him.
So Colin stretched out his hands, tightly circled his father's neck, and rubbed it.
Okay, I will never play tricks on my dad again.
————★The dividing line of one-day addiction★————
Qi Yifeng was performing rescue operations in the operating room, and Yang Taotao rushed over after receiving the call.
It had been five hours. She had been waiting outside to pray for five hours.
The door to the operating room was always closed. Occasionally, a nurse would run out to transfer blood packs.
After that, the door was locked again.
As the sun went down and ushered in the dark night, her heart was beating wildly and she felt like it was about to beat out of her own heart.
In addition to Yang Taotao and the Yang couple, there was also a man in black on the chairs in the corridor.
He was crossing his legs leisurely, crossing his arms with his chest, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes to meditate.
It was as if he was just passing by to sit down and rest, and was not waiting for the results of the operation.
His breath was very peaceful and indifferent, giving him the feeling of being in the mundane world.
But as long as you take a closer look, you will find that his facial features are deep and cold, with a faint aura of being ready to go.
His calmness and ease are in sharp contrast to the anxious Yang family of three.
At this time, there was light footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, stepping steadily step by step.
The man in black slowly opened his eyes and looked forward, his dark and bright eyes narrowed.
I saw the cold and domineering Yan Mubei coming alone with a strong aura.
Yan Mubei also looked at him, then frowned and thought carefully, remembering this man in black who helped them escape.
He is called Brother Hong by others.
At first Yan Mubei felt that he was a man of the Tao, but now that he looked carefully, he actually had the opposite opinion.
No, this person's breath is too clean.
He can't be a black man.
Since he is not a gangster and possesses such powerful firepower and ability, he is most likely from the White Path.
police?
If it were the police, he would be in big trouble.
Yan Mubei gathered his thoughts and came to the door of the operating room.