There was a sudden silence in the elevator.

Xuan Fei said with a slight slightest, "I guess I will be really abused by Brother Cheng's live version, and it's the kind of serial ko..."

Xiao Feifei, you still have self-knowledge!

...

The elevator reached the first floor and the door opened.

When the man standing outside the door saw a group of people in the elevator, he was slightly stunned, and then he slightly pointed his chin as saying hello.

Several people also nodded symbolically.

"That handsome guy just now was the one who donated blood to the little cutie, the love rival of our demon brother?" Xuan Zhihuang turned around and glanced.

Owen laughed, "Little Huanghuang, I am still the best actor."

Mo Nuannuan raised her eyebrows, "I am pretty good, but I am definitely not as handsome as Brother Cheng!"

A group of brothers and sisters nodded together, but they were very protective of themselves.

...

In the ward.

With one missing "idle people waiting", it seemed particularly quiet. Ji Yicheng continued to look at the photos on the tablet, with a gentle smile involuntarily between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, two knocks on the door were heard.

Ji Yicheng frowned unhappy, why are these people back?

Seeing Shi Muyang pushing open the door, Ji Yicheng's face slightly condensed, and a hint of secret flashed through his deep lacquer eyes.

Shi Muyang walked over, holding a bouquet of perfume lilies in his arms, put it on the cabinet beside the bed, and then looked at the unconscious person on the bed.

Suddenly, his dark eyes tightened, and a sad and strong color slowly cage between his warm eyebrows.

After a long time, the ward was so quiet that it was strangely quiet...

...

Ji Yicheng Leng pursed her lips and opened it slightly.

"Thanks."

If this so-called polite word was put in the past, it would be absolutely impossible to hear from Ji Yicheng's mouth than a comet hitting the earth, but this time, he was sincere.

That day, when the rescue operation came out of the operating room, Shi Muyang's face turned pale like a ghost, which was very scary.

If it weren't for Shi Muyang, he wouldn't have imagined what would happen to Qingbao'er. Without enough RH-negative blood for surgery, perhaps even lying here in a deep coma would be a luxury.

So he thanked Shi Muyang for saving the little villain.

However, after the operation that day, Shi Muyang was not seen, and Muyang did not appear in the hospital in the past two days. He was still surprised that, logically speaking, Shi Muyang could not ignore Qing Baoer's safety, so that's it.

But it seems that he has not yet recuperated, and his face has not yet recovered from blood. He is even a bit sickly pale under the light.

...

Shi Muyang looked at Ji Yicheng coldly, his eyes were warm, without any temperature, and he was even a little scared, suppressing his anger somewhere in the darkest place.

"Ji Yicheng, why isn't you lying here?" Shi Muyang suddenly growled.

The expression on Ji Yicheng's face did not change at all, but the palms hanging down the edge of the bed suddenly clenched, and the low tone became even colder.

"I wish the person lying here more than you."

"That's what you deserve!" Shi Muyang sneered coldly, not moved by Ji Yicheng's words at all, and laughed even more sarcastically, "Ji Yicheng, if it weren't for you, would Qingqing suffer so much!"

"What about you, Mr. Shi Er?"

The second son of Shi?

Shi Muyang paused suddenly, Mo Hei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face became dull for a second, and he immediately recovered.

Sure enough, Ji Yicheng had found out that his identity was the second young master of Times International.

...
Chapter completed!