CEO's Forced Love

Perhaps because of the participation of authoritative experts in cardiac surgery, Jian Huan's heart is no longer as heavy as before.

Let the nursing aunt go back to rest first. She sat on the chair outside the emergency room and waited.

Jane Huan looked at the red light, took a deep breath, folded her hands and clenched them firmly.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared beside her.

Jian Huan saw Huo moting standing in front of him with his mobile phone and asked subconsciously, "why haven't you left yet?"

In fact, she meant nothing else, purely out of concern.

But as the saying goes, the speaker was not interested and the listener was interested, Huo Mo Ting's soft handsome face suddenly cooled down.

Jian Huan is not a fool. It is not clear that the arrival of those experts is related to Huo moting. The time of their appearance is too close, and those hospitals are wearing military uniforms, and Huo moting's father is the head of the general staff.

Seeing Huo Mo Ting's bad face, Jian Huan had to stand up, "I don't mean anything else, just care..."

When the words came to her mouth, she found that the words were incorrect and stuck there awkwardly for a moment.

Huo Mo Ting bypassed her and sat down with his back against the chair. He closed his eyes and rested. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He sat in the innermost chair with a porch lamp on his head. His face was half trapped in the light of light yellow. His short black hair was a little messy, his deep eye socket, the perfect arc of his jaw and the sharp outline seemed particularly charming at night.

In the extreme overlapping light of light and dark, the eyes suddenly opened slowly, facing up, and Jane Huan stared at his eyes.

The bottomless look made Jane Huan a little flustered and hurriedly moved her eyes to look elsewhere.

She didn't look back until the pressure disappeared, and he had closed his eyes again.

Jane Huan hesitated for a while before returning to her seat, but found Huo moting sitting next to her.

It would be too deliberate to move now

Although he went too far for what he did that morning, Jian Huan had already given up his little prejudice when he thought of saving his grandmother. Such a man should be very good if he was just a friend.

The corridor was quiet, and all the anxiety left her body little by little with the passage of time.

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When the emergency room door was opened, the sky began to shine.

The attending doctor took off his mask and smiled at Jian Huan relaxed: "the operation was very successful!"

Although Jian Huan didn't cry for joy, the whole person softened. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, as if she remembered something. She turned her head and said to the man who had been with her: "thank you."

Huo Mo Ting opened his eyes faintly and gave her a squint. There was no other superfluous expression.

Then, the military doctors came out one after another. After * surgery, they were tired on their faces.

Until the academician Lu came out, the man around Jane Huan got up and walked forward.

Academician Lu didn't say much, but looked over Huo moting to Jian Huan, smiled, shook his head, patted Huo moting on the shoulder, and then greeted other hospitals behind him and left.

In fact, Jane Huan guessed right. The young doctor who had been seeing her before was the son of academician Lu.

When passing Jane Huan, he deliberately stopped and winked at her, "when did you come to the courtyard? Remember to come to my house."

Before Jane Huan could figure out the meaning of his sentence, Grandma had pushed it out of the emergency room.

"Grandma!" Jane Huan rushed to the bed and whispered.

The old man's face was very bad. He felt angry and stingy. It was like hearing Jane Huan's call and hard to open his eyes. After focusing his eyes, he didn't look at Jane Huan for the first time, but looked behind her. His mouth under the oxygen mask moved.

"Grandma, what are you talking about?" Jane Huan put her ear to her.

"Jing... Yan..." grandma muttered in her throat. Jian Huan only heard these two words clearly.

She looked back along her grandmother's line of sight and saw not Yan Jingshen, but Huo moting standing behind her.

The old man wanted to raise his hand, looked at Huo Mo Ting, and kept saying something. Jian Huan was distressed and hurriedly held her hand, "grandma, just tell me what you want, and I'll help you do it."

"Jing... Jing..." Grandma's eyes stubbornly fell on Huo Mo ting.

Hearing this, Jian Huan had to believe that the old man recognized the wrong person, but it's no wonder that Yan Jingshen hasn't returned to Liyang for many years. What the old man still retains in his memory is the boy wearing a T-shirt cowboy, and when he is old, it's inevitable to see things differently.

When the nurse pushed grandma into the ward and saw Huo moting leaving, Jane Huan grabbed his hand in a hurry.

The palm with thin cocoon is dry, very warm, slender fingers and good shape.

Huo Mo Ting looked down at the cool little hand holding him tightly, and then raised his eyes to Jian Huan.

Jane Huan took back her hand and looked at the old man in the ward. She knew that the idea was shameful, but she still wanted to try. She clenched her teeth and put all her eggs in Huo Mo Ting's dark eyes: "can you do me a favor?"

Huo Mo Ting half narrowed his eyes, put his hands in the bag and looked at her.