Chapter 1172 The blackened Old Long?

In the quiet ward.

The chill surged.

Old Long sat beside the bed, his face frowned, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he stared at Qin Ye on the hospital bed with a gloomy look.

If Zhang Yulan saw the scene just now, he would definitely be so ecstatic that he would jump up.

But I missed it by chance!

Just a little bit short!

Under the light.

Qin Ye's light red lips trembled slightly again.

The blue veins at the corners of Old Long's eyes were prominent, trembling.

At this moment, Old Long witnessed this scene with his own eyes. Not only did his face look gloomy, but his deep eyes were also unstable, and he felt anxious, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

The right hand placed on the bed quietly clenched into a fist.

Qin Ye's lips trembled more and more violently, and even his eyelids moved faintly.

This scene.

When it fell into Old Long's eyes, Old Long's right fist made him "crack" and his body trembled.

It lasted for two seconds.

Under the gloomy and deep gaze of Old Long.

Qin Ye's lips slowly opened.

A sound was made, extremely subtle, breathless.

"Girl... hug..."

The sound is as low as a mosquito whisper, almost inaudible.

But at this moment, the quiet needles can be heard in the ward.

At close range, Old Long heard this clearly.

In an instant.

Old Long stood up as if he was electrocuted!

The gloomy and cold face suddenly showed a sense of determination.

He clenched his teeth.

At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a knife!

"Gee...head..."

Qin Ye's lips whispered gently, and his voice was as if he had used all his strength: "Don't... cry... I'm here."

The sound of breath is as weak as a spring, but at this moment, it seems to have a force of ten thousand pounds, firm and sonorous.

It fell into the ears of Old Long, and it was like thunder rolling on a sunny day.

Next second.

Old Long squeezed out a breath from his teeth, then stepped forward, and his left hand fell on Qin Ye's back neck.

I fumbled it quickly.

Then Old Long frowned and gently exerted force with his left hand.

Qin Ye immediately let out a slight muffled groan.

Then, his head tilted and he fell into a coma again.

"Boy, I feel wronged you..."

When he withdrew his left hand, Old Long murmured guiltily, his expression complicated.

Then, he sat back on the chair.

Under the light, Qin Ye fell into a coma, which was exactly the same as before.

Just in silence.

Old Long saw that a drop of crystal tears quietly flowed down the corners of Qin Ye's eyes.

A tear, like a sharp knife burning red, pierced into Old Long's heart.

Instantly.

Old Long felt like a ray of light on his back, like a needle and a needle, and felt even more guilty.

He gritted his teeth, stood up and wiped away the tears from the corners of Qin Ye's eyes, and then walked out of the ward.

In the corridor, Zhang Yulan was holding the insulation bucket and slowly walking in the distance, drinking a sip of chicken soup from time to time.

Looking at the tired, thin and beautiful figure.

Old Long's expression was even more complicated, and his heart seemed to have been knocked over by a bottle of five flavors. He put his hands behind his back, held them loosely, and then clenched them tightly.

"Old Long!"

Zhang Yulan saw Old Long and walked over quickly.

"Yu Lan, I'm just looking for you. How about it, the chicken soup tastes okay, right?

My skills probably haven't faded yet."

Old Long forced himself to smile and said to Zhang Yulan.

"It's delicious, thank you Mr. Long."

Zhang Yulan nodded and said, "It's getting late. Mr. Long, please go back and rest early. I'll go in and take care of Qin Ye."

Just when Zhang Yulan entered the ward.

However, Old Long stopped Zhang Yulan and reminded him: "Take good care of yourself and everything will be fine!"

"I know Mr. Long."

Zhang Yulan turned around and squeezed out a smile.

Click!

The ward door is closed.

Old Long's face suddenly collapsed, he was worried, and his eyes turned and left with deep eyes.

And in the ward.

Zhang Yulan sat back next to Qin Ye, and drank a bowl of chicken soup, and his whole body was warm and he became more energetic.

But looking at Qin Ye who was unconscious on the hospital bed, Zhang Yulan's smile that had just appeared in front of the Long Lao disappeared.

She rubbed her eyes and slowly lay on Qin Ye's chest.

He murmured pitifully: "Husband...when will you wake up?"

I miss you so much."

When a person is extremely depressed and helpless, even a hug can feel like the warm sun and dark light in winter.

What Zhang Yulan wants is nothing more than that.

But she knew...it couldn't get it!

...

The night is as cool as water.

The cold wind is biting.

In the villa room.

However, Zhao Polu was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, paced back and forth, and from time to time he would look behind the door and listen to the movements outside.

He wants to save Gu Qingying!

He would never forget the kindness that night.

Even if he takes his life, he will do whatever he wants.

But he fell into house arrest in this house, leaving him helpless!

Welded windows, roofs covered with power grids, doors guarded by people.

Everything made him frustrated and racked his brains, not knowing how to run out.

"Maybe, I can still take the last bet!"

He never heard the movement outside the door several times, and Zhao Polu's eyes gradually became firm.

He tiptoed and walked carefully to the window.
To be continued...