"Jingyu, what do you want to do?

Don’t scare mom, don’t do this, okay, mom begs you!”

Zhao Lanfang grabbed Gu Jingyu's sleeve and cried.

"Mom, A Yao hasn't seen those two little guys yet, bring them over to A Yao to see."

Gu Jingyu said, neither his voice nor tone was as calm as there was any abnormality.

Zhao Lanfang looked at his shiny but blood-covered eyes and nodded with difficulty.

There are not many people allowed in the intensive care unit. Beside Xie Yao's bed, there are only Gu Jingyu, who is wearing a blue sterile suit, and a nurse holding the child.

Gu Jingyu put a child on Xie Yao's hospital bed, and the child's little face was pressed against his mother's chest.

There were cold mechanical instruments inserted into Xie Yao's body, probably scratching the child's face. The child cried at the top of his voice, kicking hard with his hands and feet.

One child started crying, and the other one who was held in the nurse's arms also cried. For a moment, the intensive care unit was filled with the crying of babies.

But Gu Jingyu ignored it. He just looked at Xie Yao lying on the hospital bed, holding her cold palms that were not warm.

"Yaoyao, don't you wake up and see them?

Two days ago, you told me that you were curious about what they would look like, whether they would be more like you or more like me.

Now, they are all here.

I just saw it. It was not like you, nor like me, ugly and unpleasant, and just cry.

I don't know if it will be better when I grow up.

Yaoyao, don’t you plan to grow up with them?

I am not afraid that I will marry them a stepmother, give them a bunch of beautiful little radish heads, throw them behind their heads, and fend for themselves."

Gu Jingyu said with a look on his own, but Xie Yao on the bed did not react at all, so calm and cold.

The child's little hands kept waving, and he used all his strength to sway his mother's chest, as if he was trying hard to wake up his mother.

Another one was held in his arms by the nurse and cried loudly, his voice was hoarse.

Gu Jingyu frowned and asked the nurse to carry the two children out.

I don’t know what happened, but the child kicked Xie Yao’s hand with one of his little feet. Xie Yao’s hand moved slightly, but no one noticed it.

The nurse carried the two children out, and the custody room became quiet in an instant.

Gu Jingyu held Xie Yao's hand and gently pressed it on his cheek, sighing tiredly.

"Yaoyao, are you too tired, so you don't want to wake up?

It doesn’t matter, if you don’t want to wake up, I will always be with you.

I will accompany you when I am going up to the blue sky and fall down to the underworld."

Gu Jingyu closed his eyes and a string of hot tears fell down his cheeks, drop after drop, on the back of Xie Yao's white hands.

Generally speaking, it is difficult to wake up after being in a coma for more than 72 hours.

As time slowly approaches this number, everyone's mood is extremely heavy.

According to the regulations, the hospital had issued a notice of critical illness to Xie Yao. Chu Xi personally handed the notice of critical illness to Zhao Lanfang. Zhao Lanfang almost fainted after crying.

"How long can she last?"

Zhao Lanfang asked even more.

Murong Lin and Murong Yubin and his son are negotiating cooperation abroad during this period and are on a flight back to China.

Chu Xi shook her head silently, her pale lips trembled slightly a few times. Before she could make a sound, Gu Jingyu's scream suddenly came from the intensive care unit.

Gu Jingyu was stunned for a moment, and then there was an inexplicable gap.

He was so haggard that his wife pretended not to see it and only cared about the two little ones.

"Where is the baby?

Are you okay?"

Xie Yao was forced to sit up, but there was still a wound on her stomach. She moved slightly and took a breath of air conditioning in pain.

"Don't move around, be careful to pull the wound."

Gu Jingyu pressed her on the bed strongly.
Chapter completed!