Yao Zhi covered the quilt for Han Yun and checked his body temperature again. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Everything is normal, and she is relieved.

"Jin Cheng, maybe he won't wake up for the time being, although this operation is not big, it still has a big impact on him." Yao Zhi sighed.

"It's okay, I'll wake up, I'll be safe." In the last few words, Rong Jincheng's tone was heavier.

"I also hope that he will wake up early and handle the company's affairs well. Jin Cheng, really thanks to your help, I don't know anything about business, I only know that capital turnover is difficult, I didn't expect you to help. ”

"Hey, don't say that, I'm not chasing Yurou, if I don't show some sincerity, I can't help myself. What's more, five million is nothing, I can take it. ”

"Jin Cheng, I am relieved to have a man like you who likes Yurou. You look like a good match for Yurou, really. ”

"Then I'll wait for Mr. Han to wake up, and personally hand over my daughter to me when the time comes." Rong Jincheng smiled, with a smile between his eyebrows.

"Hopefully one day."

Yao Zhi didn't dare to say too much.

Han Yun is now very ill, and it is still a question whether he can be safe.

Rong Jincheng took a step and walked towards the hospital bed.

Getting closer, he could see one of Han Yun's faces clearly.

The man was old and had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"I'll sit with Mr. Han." Rong Jincheng's eyes showed a look of grief.

"Okay, okay, if you have to worry about it, I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Thank you, Mrs. Han."

Yao Zhi is a hundred satisfied with Rong Jincheng, and now, she also wants to grasp Rong Jincheng's last straw.

They were destined to be unable to catch Qiao Sinian, but they didn't expect God to send a Rong Jincheng.

It may be that God is helping the Han family.

Thinking like this, Yao Zhi's eyes shone brightly.

Her steps were much lighter, and she closed the small door.

As soon as Yao Zhi left, Rong Jincheng sat on the edge of the bed, with a pair of bright eyes with a cold luster, like a hungry wolf, staring at its prey.

All around, there was a sudden silence.

There were no curtains in the room, only a wall lamp shining quietly on the bed, which was excessively quiet.

Drops flowed from the tube into Han Yun's body, and the middle-aged man on the hospital bed lay calmly, unconscious.

Rong Jincheng's hand was placed on his heart, and he knew that Han Yun had just undergone a minor operation here.

I'm afraid the wound has just been stitched up.

His big hand rested impartially on Han Yun's wound, through the thin blue hospital gown.

Han Yun is still silent.

"After so many years, I've had a good time, and I'm happy, right?" Rong Jin lowered his voice, leaned over, and whispered in the man's ear.

As he spoke, his palm pressed against Han Yun's wound with force.

"You are happy, but the people you destroy are not happy."

"You probably haven't tasted what it's like to go from normal to mentally ill, and I'd love for you to try it."

"Han Yun, your biological daughter is in my hands, well, tossing and turning in my bed every day. When she was in bed, she liked it a lot when I her, screaming loudly and profliantly. The corners of Rong Jincheng's lips hooked up a touch of upward arc.

"Sorry for my daughter? Don't worry, I'll give you a chance to feel distressed. One day when I've had enough of her, I'll throw her back to Han's house, oh, don't worry, I'll give her a lot of money, a lot of money. ”

Rong Jincheng lowered his head, bent down, and whispered softly.