Reborn into the careful liver of a paranoid boss

Chapter 975 She Will Get Over It
The noble and arrogant Fu Yehan has long lost his calmness and composure in the past. Because of the dust and dust along the way, his hair is a little disheveled, his face is cold, and his suit and leather shoes, which are always clean and smooth, are slightly wrinkled.

But even so, it still did not compromise his handsomeness.

The chest seemed to be pressed with a thousand catties of cotton, and it was a little stuffy and stuffy. Fu Yehan raised his hand and tugged at his neckline.

He had torn off two or three buttons of the dark black delicate suit, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing his strong, wheat-colored chest with a charming and eye-catching color.

The inadvertent demeanor reveals the nobility and elegance spontaneously formed by the rich and powerful in the capital.

"Mrs. Jiren has his own destiny and will be safe and sound."

Not knowing whether she was comforting Fu Yehan or herself, the worried Chen Hong walked up and down the door of the guest room, muttering to herself.

The color of Fu Yehan's eyes darkened, and the dark eyes were filled with torrents and undercurrents, the complex luster was ups and downs, faintly appearing, he stared intently at the direction of the guest room.

Fu Yehan has always planned everything, and he can be calm and calm in the face of anything, and his face is wrong. However, at the moment when Su Shihan gave birth, he felt a little uncertain.

The sharp brows were also full of worry.

Even though he knew that Su Shihan was struggling with all his strength on the verge of life and death, but with his hands and eyes open to the sky, he could do nothing but wait and pray.

Once again, that deep sense of powerlessness hit him.

Fu Yehan didn't know how long he had been standing, his legs began to turn sour and a little numb, but he didn't care at all, and his heart fell on Su Shihan.

Later, the sound in the guest room gradually weakened until there was no sound at all.

At this time, Fu Yehan's whole body was even more tense, like a clockwork chain, his nerves were tense, and he did not dare to relax at all.

The door of the guest room was gradually pushed open.

A doctor wearing a mask came out slowly.

The nurses behind him stood on the left and right, still holding the little baby in their arms.

Fu Yehan hurriedly took two steps forward, without even looking at the child, the person he cared about was Su Shihan.

With his fists clenched tightly and his eyes scarlet, Fu Yehan's usually indifferent voice trembled slightly: "My wife...how is she?"

When the doctor saw Fu Yehan's state, he couldn't help being surprised and astonished, and it took only a moment for him to understand and understand.

Sure enough, Fu Yehan, the dignified president of the Fu Group, holds Su Shihan, the daughter of the Su Group, in the palm of his hand and loves him to the bone. This is not groundless, but a so-called fact.

"The wife and children are all right."

Although the process was a bit difficult, but Mrs. Fu was finally pulled back from the gate of hell, and the doctors and nurses couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The doctor took off his mask, and his voice was flat, mixed with respect and respect, as well as clear joy: "Congratulations, Mr. Fu, you are going to be a father."

"I knew she'd make it through."

Su Shihan survived the hurdle of giving birth, it was nothing serious, until this moment, Fu Yehan's rigid and stagnant thinking slowly eased.

Perhaps after standing for a long time, Fu Yehan unnaturally staggered a few steps as he walked into the guest room.

Seeing Su Shihan lying on the bed dying, the darkness in his eyes became more intense, overwhelming, rolling towards him with overwhelming momentum, almost swallowing him.

(End of this chapter)