Yao Zhi covered Han Yun with a quilt and checked his body temperature again.

She was relieved only when everything was normal.

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

"It's okay, I'll wake up and be safe." Rong Jincheng's tone became stronger in the last few words.

"I hope he wakes up early and can handle the company's affairs well. Jin Cheng, thanks to your help, I know nothing about business matters and only know that capital turnover is difficult, but 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 will feel sorry for it myself. What's more, five million is nothing, I can give it."

"Jin Cheng, I feel relieved if a man like you likes Yurou. You look very compatible with Yurou, really."

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

"Hope there is one day."

Yao Zhi didn't dare to say too much.

Han Yun is now in a serious condition, and it is still a question whether he can be safe.

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

As he got closer, he saw Han Yun's face clearly.

The man is old and has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"I'll be with Mr. Han for a meeting." Rong Jincheng's eyes showed a sad expression.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Thank you, Mrs. Han."

Yao Zhi was one hundred satisfied with Rong Jincheng. Now, she also wanted to catch Rong Jincheng's last straw.

Qiao Sinian and the others were destined to be unable to catch them, but they did not expect that God would send Rong Jincheng.

Maybe God is helping the Han family.

Thinking of this, the brightness shines in Yao Zhi's eyes.

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

As soon as Yao Zhi left, Rong Jincheng sat down beside the bed. His bright eyes were filled with a cold luster, like a hungry wolf, looking down on his prey.

All around, it was quiet.

There was no curtain in the inner room, only a wall light shining quietly on the bed, which was too quiet.

Drop by drop, flowed into Han Yun's body from the tube, and the middle-aged man on the hospital bed lay calmly, unconsciously.

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

The wound was probably just stitched.

His big hand was placed unbiasedly at Han Yun's wound, through the thin blue hospital gown.

Han Yun still had no movement.

"I have been living a prosperous life for so many years, and I'm quite happy, right?" Rong Jincheng lowered his voice, leaned down and whispered in the man's ear.

While speaking, his palms used force to hold Han Yun's wound.

"You are happy, but the person you ruined is not happy."

"You probably haven't tasted the feeling of going from normal to mental illness. I really want you to taste it."

"Han Yun, your biological daughter is in my hands. Well, I'm going to travel and go on my bed every day. When I was in the bed, she liked me to play with her. She screamed loudly and was very rude." Rong Jincheng's lips curled upward curves.

"I feel sorry for my daughter? Don't worry, I will give you a chance to feel sorry for me. One day I will throw her back to the Han family. Oh, don't worry, I will give her a lot of money, a lot of money."
Chapter completed!