100 Days of Secret Love: Mr. President, please enlighten me

As soon as He Ziyue hung up the phone, Zhao Xiaoqiao grabbed his arm nervously and asked, "How? What did Gao Mucheng say?"

Hezi raised his eyes more and looked at Zhao Xiaoqiao's nervous and charming eyes, without hiding from her: "Jiang Qianyu had a car accident..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his arm.

Zhao Xiaoqiao held his arm tightly, pinching his skin with her nails, and for a moment, it seemed that the fire in her heart was ignited: "Why did the car accident happen? What happened? How is she now? She is okay. Is it?"

"Do not you worry."

He Ziyue didn't push away her hand that was clutching his arm, let her vent her nervousness, and comforted her in a slow voice: "She has been sent to the hospital by Shang Xun, she will be fine with Shang Xun here. "

"No, I can't see her, I don't worry, you take me to see Qianqian, huh?"

"..."

Her eyes were earnest and worried, and Hezi couldn't bear to refuse her more, so he nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Come on."

Zhao Xiaoqiao took his hand and rushed out.

He almost pulled He Ziyue out of the wheelchair.

He sighed helplessly, controlled her strength hard, and grabbed her wrist in turn: "Don't worry, you get dressed first, huh?"

In the apartment, it was obvious that He Ziyue didn't come here often, there were only a few sets of clothes in the closet, the pants were too big, Zhao Xiaoqiao couldn't wear them at all, she was feeling helpless when she saw He Ziyue took off the bathrobe she was wearing...

The moment he took off the bathrobe, his naked upper body was printed in front of Zhao Xiaoqiao's eyes.

She widened her eyes.

Although his legs and feet are inconvenient, it does not prevent him from having a good figure.

Strong arms, broad shoulders, and a seductive line-shaped collarbone are there, and there is a sexy and charming atmosphere lingering all over her body.

Zhao Xiaoqiao's gaze paused for a moment, then, she looked away, raised her eyebrows and stepped back two steps, a vigilant expression climbed onto her beautiful face: "What are you going to do?"

Her wary eyes were really scorching.

Although He Ziyue felt a little uncomfortable, he also knew that the situation was urgent, so he didn't have the heart to pester her, so he threw the bathrobe to her.

Then, under her gaze, he directly controlled the wheelchair and slid towards the wardrobe.

Zhao Xiaoqiao grabbed the bathrobe in her hand.

The warmth of his skin remained on the bathrobe.

He took off his bathrobe to put it on for her, not to insult her...

Misunderstanding his thoughts, she curled her lips in embarrassment, turned around, and put the bathrobe on her body.

Behind him, the upper body is naked, the lower body...

Well, nothing but a pair of panties...

It is equivalent to the whole person**.

Embarrassed to see him get dressed, she turned her back to him and waited.

After waiting for a while, she turned around when she heard Gululu behind her.

Hezi buttoned up his shirt more and controlled the wheelchair.

Zhao Xiaoqiao didn't care about other things, thought his speed was too slow, walked behind his wheelchair, pushed the armrest of the wheelchair, and trotted away.

He Ziyue: "..."

In Mu's private hospital.

Mu Shangxun felt that the qi and blood surging in his body were calming down bit by bit, his abilities gradually recovered a little bit, and his originally weak body began to have a little bit of strength.

He let out a long breath of relief.

Staring at Jiang Qianyu, who was still drowsy beside her, a bit of distress and connection flashed in her eyes, with her fingers resting on her forehead, her eyes were soft: "Qianqian, wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

He was going to help her dissolve the last blood clot that had lodged in her head.

Before, he had already removed the blood clots next to Shenji, and now there was only a small piece of insignificant one left. Although the risk was not great, he was still very careful, so much effort and effort The recovered powers and physical strength were completely exhausted, and the whole body was in a state of extreme depletion.

Almost at the moment when the blood clot melted away, his arm rested weakly on Jiang Qianyu's chest.

He was exhausted just now, and he was exhausted. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep leaning against her.

When Zhao Xiaoqiao and He Ziyue rushed over, in addition to Mu Shangxun's bodyguards, the operating room was also full of hospital directors, doctors and nurses.

There were so many people that they almost blocked the entire aisle.

Seeing He Ziyue, Mu Shangxun's bodyguard came up and bowed to him: "Young Master He."

"How's the situation inside?"

The bodyguard looked at the dean.

Although the dean has never met He Ziyue, the bodyguards of Mu's family are so respectful to him, so they know that this person has a lot of background, stepped forward, and explained in detail: "Miss Jiang hit her head in a car accident. There are blood clots in the head, but fortunately, the nerves are not compressed, as long as the craniotomy is taken out and the blood clots are taken out, and then a period of rest will be fine."

After finishing speaking, his face was a little unsightly: "But..."

"But what?"

Zhao Xiaoqiao asked nervously.

The dean hesitated for a moment, feeling that this was a big deal, so he explained in detail: "However, Young Master Mu seems to disagree with us performing a craniotomy on Ms. Jiang, and directly kicked us out..."

It's not that they leave, it's not that they don't leave.

is tangled.

"What? How could Mu Shangxun be so willful?"

When Zhao Xiaoqiao heard this, her beautiful and enchanting eyes widened, and she couldn't care about anything else, she went straight forward, kicked open the door of the operating room, and was about to yell at Mu Shangxun who was in the operating room.

As a result, where the eye could see, on the operating table, the two of them were sleeping soundly next to each other.

She raised her eyebrows and cursed secretly: "Damn!" and hurried up.

The more Hezi knew that she was worried about Jiang Qianyu, he said to the dean and the others who looked bitter: "There is nothing for you here, all go down."

The Mu family's own hospital naturally doesn't need him to explain anything extra.

"Yes."

The dean and the others can finally step back.

Now, a person in charge of the hospital came to preside over the overall situation, and he was relieved.

After Hezi entered the operating room, the bodyguard closed the door and remained calmly guarding the door of the operating room.

In the ward, Zhao Xiaoqiao held Jiang Qianyu's hand tightly, her eyes were slightly red, and her face was full of apology.

Her voice sobbed: "Qianqian, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was choked up: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't asked you to send me clothes, you wouldn't have been in a car accident. Blame me, all my fault..."

Her tears fell down patter and landed on Jiang Qianyu's hand.

She blamed herself so much, felt so uncomfortable, He Zi watched more intently not far away, feeling a little pain in her heart.

His eyes were deep.

He didn't even have time to figure out what happened to his weird reaction, he only had the grief-stricken figure in front of him in his mind.

He stepped forward, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, she will be fine."

"What do you mean 'it'll be fine'?"