Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

She's gone.

At this time, a soft voice sounded in my ear, "Ah Ming."

Ye Ming was frozen. He quickly lowered his eyes. He Bing didn't open his eyes, but the slender feather like the wings of a butterfly was trembling and moving.

Ticking, a hot tear fell on her little face.

He Bing slowly opened his eyes and looked up at him. She suddenly saw the man in tears.

She was stunned and quickly recalled the corners of her lips. The girl's soft voice with a touch of jiaochen and joy, "fool, I didn't sleep. Although my body hurts, I want to close my eyes and sleep for a while. In this way, it doesn't hurt, but I still don't sleep, because... I can't give up."

Then she raised her little hand and slowly climbed up the contour of his handsome and vicissitudes of life with her soft finger abdomen. "I can't bear to sleep. I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'm asleep. What should my Ah Ming do?"

She's asleep. What should her Ah Ming do?

Her Ah Ming was like a soldier. It was a long night. He fought alone for too long. He won the dawn for many people, too many people, and he could only stand in the dark, become a shadow and an unknown story.

He hesitated so much in front of his own happiness. The country and her were at both ends of his palm. He always put himself last.

If she sleeps, who will love him in the future?

How can she be willing to leave him alone in the world?

Now her whole body hurts, shaking and numb, but she told herself, he Bing, stick to it a little more for Ye Ming.

Ye Ming lifted up his thin lips. He showed a loving smile in his tears. The hot tears fell on her little face. He stretched out his big palm to wipe her until he wiped her out of a little cat's face.

He said hoarsely, "Bingbing, when you're good, we'll get married. In the future, our family will listen to you. You decide whether it's big or small. So do I. I'll decide for you."

He Bing stroked his dry lips softly, "that's settled. You can't cheat. In the future, I'm the boss."

Ye Ming nodded and nodded hard. The neon lights outside the window shuttled through the window into his neat short hair and plated him with a layer of Phnom Penh, "well, good!"

......

In the hospital.

He Bing was pushed into the operating room. Ye Ming also wanted to rush in, but the doctor stopped him, "Sir, please stay."

Ye Ming quickly reached out and grabbed the doctor's arm.

The man's hand was strong. With such a gentle drag, the doctor's face turned white with pain. Coupled with the gloomy pressure of Ye Ming's tall horse, the doctor stuttered, "first... Sir, what do you want to do?"

Ye Ming looked at the door of the operating room in front of him, "we must save her, we must!"

When the doctor went in, the door of the operating room closed with a bang, and the dazzling red light was on. Ye Ming stood in the corridor, his thick back against the wall, his hands in his trouser pockets, one knee bent, and the thin bangs in front of his forehead covered his dark eyes. He was so quiet that there was no sound.

He's waiting.

The only thing he can do is wait.

The operation lasted 12 hours. The nurses went in and out and took six bags of plasma. The cold and frosty night outside gradually dispersed and ushered in the dawn of another day.

At this time, with a click, the door of the operating room opened and the tired doctor came out.