As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong and said slowly: "I'm sorry."

Whether intentional or not, he will be fully responsible.

Ye Jiaqi didn't speak. She was so painful that she couldn't say a word. She had dense sweat beads oozing out of her forehead, and even behind her sweat.

She closed her eyes and hid in Qiao Sinian's arms, motionless.

The car was speeding in the night.

Qiao Sinian raised his hand and lifted the wet hair on her forehead for her. In the faint light, he saw a pale face as pale as paper.

There is no way I can feel happy and jumping on weekdays.

Why did he extinguish the optimistic, cheerful and lively Ye Jiaqi...

She still looked like she was smiling in her mind, especially when he accompanied her to have a prenatal check-up. She was so happy throughout the whole process, she would laugh at him, and she would deliberately call him "husband" in front of the doctor.

He dared not think about what would happen if her child was gone.

Ye Jiaqi pursed his lips tightly, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his head.

"Persevere, it's almost here. It's okay, it'll be fine." Qiao Sinian hugged her tightly.

The street lights on the side of the road lights up and extend to a very long distance.

In the church not far away, the bell rang, "dang" and "dang"...

It's twelve o'clock.

Her birthday is over.

Such a summer night is peaceful and quiet.

Ye Jiaqi's ears gradually became silent, and there was only Qiao Sinian's rapid breathing.

Sweat beads oozing from Qiao Sinian's forehead.

"Old Yang, drive quickly!" Qiao Sinian roared.

“Yes, President.”

It didn't take long, and the car turned into the hospital.

As soon as he got off the car, Qiao Sinian rushed in with Ye Jiaqi in his arms.

The doctor and nurse on duty at night took Ye Jiaqi from Qiao Sinian and pushed her into the operating room.

The operating room door is closed.

Inside and outside, it seems like two worlds.

Qiao Sinian looked at the closed door, her eyes dazed and her pupils shrank.

Lao Yang followed Qiao Sinian, and he was just a driver and couldn't make any decisions for Qiao Sinian.

He didn't even know why the president went to Ye Jiaqi in the middle of the night, and they...

"Old Yang... Her child will be fine, right?" Qiao Sinian turned his head helplessly and looked at Lao Yang behind him, feeling of weakness and fatigue all over his body.

In the business world, he was at ease and could do anything, but at this moment, he was like a child who was uneasy and did something wrong, and he could only watch Ye Jiaqi enter the operating room.

Lao Yang had never experienced such a thing, so he had to comfort him: "President, it will be fine, it's just a red color."

"Really?" Qiao Sinian grabbed Lao Yang's shoulder and his eyes were shining. "You didn't lie to me, are you?"

"I..." Lao Yang swallowed with difficulty, "I didn't lie to you."

At this moment, Lao Yang thought that he could only comfort Qiao Sinian.

There are not many people in the hospital corridor, especially in such late nights, where there is silence everywhere.

Qiao Sinian walked around uneasyly, never so hesitated, helpless, or hesitated.

His heavy footsteps rang in the corridor, one by one, and it was particularly lonely in this silence...

His figure was stretched out by the light, tall and full of loneliness, which was longer than the long night...

The heart is beating and painful, and the touch is strong and deep.
Chapter completed!