There is a kind of ...... for the hair instantly The sense of déjà vu of the prince's escort? o(╯□╰)o

What's the situation!

……

It turned out that Ji Yicheng's eyelids have been jumping since this morning, so before going out to participate in the Golden Film Awards, he decisively called the city hospital, and asked the ambulance to rush to the red carpet outfield of the awards ceremony and stand by at any time!

In Xiao Jintang's words,

[This ten-thousand-year-old demon who protects calves! 】

At this time, Xiao Jintang was already waiting at the gate of the hospital, and he had already made a phone call just now, and Ji Sanshao and Ai Qianqian were also rushing from the villa to the hospital.

In the ambulance.

Jing Tingge was lying on a stretcher.

Because of the intense pain in her abdomen from time to time, the rosy on her cheeks almost faded and whitened, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the corners of her mouth were bitten too hard, leaving a clear bite mark on her lips.

Ji Yicheng squatted directly next to her, holding her hand tightly, it was a little cold, and he kept rubbing it in his palm.

To say that Jing Qinge's face is ugly, this guy's face is even more pale.

"Dumping Bao'er, doesn't it hurt......" Ji Yicheng's throat was slightly hoarse, and even he didn't notice a trace of trilling between the openings, and he kept talking to her.

"It's okay, my wife is not afraid...... It must be fine! I will be watching over you and the baby! Dump Bao'er, let's not be nervous, don't be nervous......"

……

Jing Tingge was obviously in a lot of pain, but he still couldn't help but want to laugh.

Look at her demonic husband, her sword eyebrows are wrinkled, the corners of her mouth are about to be pursed into an ice line, and her words are even more incoherent.

Big boss, your domineering cool drag at the negotiation table!

Arouse!

What a coward!

However, she felt that Ji Yicheng was simply handsome at this time!

Jing Qingge took a deep breath a little weakly, and gently lifted the corners of his lips, the overflowing voice was extremely low, and there was a trace of dumbness that was enough for him to hear clearly,

"It's obvious that you're nervous, but I'm not nervous."

She was telling the truth, and the nervousness was just a moment when she had a sudden stomachache at the awards ceremony, and as he said, he was by her side, guarding her, guarding their two babies.

What else is she afraid of?

As he spoke, Jing Qingge grinned and glanced at the two nurses next to him.

The shoulders of the two nurses, who had been pursing their lips and smiling since the beginning, were really shocked by the young president in front of them, who had been thinking about it all the time, it was completely an eighty-year-old lady's sense of déjà vu!

o(╯□╰)o……

……

Look, people are laughing at you.

Jing Tingge whispered, blinking his eyes slightly, and his long curled eyelashes were dyed a little tired.

Ji Yicheng still cares so much.

That's right, he's nervous!

I was so nervous that my back kept breaking out in a cold sweat, and the shirts inside were all soaked with sweat, for fear that something would happen to her.

This kind of mood was something he had never felt before, very panicked, very scared, and very ...... Confused, my mind was blank.

He didn't even know what to do!

But when he thought that she was in pain now, his face lost color in an instant, and the heartbeat in his chest accelerated violently, and he had to keep himself calm!

Don't panic!

Ji Yicheng gently wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and the rubbing under her fingertips made her feel the tenderness of being appeased.

His thin lips moved slightly, and a low, hoarse pouting came from his throat,

"Dump Bao'er, I'm distressed......"