At this moment, several bodyguards following Ye Wenming stepped forward.

Although there were more people on Ye Wenming's side, the two men guarding Zhuo Qianyun's ward did not give in at all.

After all, the death order they received prohibited certain people from disturbing Zhuo Qianyun, and among the "certain people" was Ye Wenming.

"Then I can only offend you!" said the two men.

The situation on both sides is on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, suddenly, the door of the ward opened, and Zhuo Qianyun walked out.

When the two men guarding the ward saw Zhuo Qianyun coming out, they quickly said, "Miss Zhuo, please don't worry. If you don't want to see Mr. Ye, there is no way he can break into the ward today."

Since they are guarding here, they naturally have the ability to prevent others from entering.

Zhuo Qianyun raised her eyes and her eyes fell on Ye Wenming.

Ye Wenming now was different from the last time she saw him. Even though he was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, he had a beard on his chin, his hair looked a little messy, and his whole face looked very haggard.

Even his eyes seemed to be a little red.

This kind of him is completely different from his usual serious and solemn appearance.

At this moment, Ye Wenming looked at the woman not far away almost greedily. She was wearing a hospital gown and her long hair was hanging down, making her cheeks become thinner.

There was a scab on her forehead, which looked a little dark red. It looked so obvious under the light of the corridor.

His heart suddenly shrank, and he felt as if his eyes were being stung.

The injury on her forehead was probably caused by... being forced to kowtow.

At that time, she was being pushed to the ground and kowtowing, and that order was still given by him! In an instant, he just wished that the humiliation and pain would all fall on him.

Why did he just watch her suffer humiliation at that time?

Why did he ignore her pain and despair at that time!

The cold female voice sounded in his ears, "Ye Wenming, why, you came here so late, and you still want to drag me to kowtow to Kong Ziyin to apologize?"

Ye Wenming's body trembled suddenly, staggered a bit, and seemed to be a little unsteady even when standing.

There was a flash of pain in those narrow and deep eyes. Now, her words could easily knock him into hell.

"No...no." He said in a dry voice, almost in a humble tone, "Qianyun, I'm here to apologize to you. I know that I was wrong. I was terribly wrong. I

I shouldn’t believe Kong Ziyin’s words, I shouldn’t treat you like that..."

"Ye Wenming, I don't want to hear what you said to apologize. There's no need!" Zhuo Qianyun interrupted Ye Wenming, "It's very late now. My mother and Xiaoyan have fallen asleep. I don't want to wake them up, either.

Don’t want to see you again.”

The way she looked at him was even full of disgust.

But when she was about to turn around and go back to the ward, he suddenly rushed forward and was about to grab her.

But the two people guarding the ward stepped forward and stopped Ye Wenming.

So in the end, what Ye Wenming caught was just the hem of Zhuo Qianyun's clothes.

But even though it was just the hem of his clothes, he still held it tightly, as if he was holding on to the last glimmer of hope, "Qianyun, please, please listen to me and say a few words, okay?"

That hoarse voice seemed to be begging.

Zhuo Qianyun was stunned for a moment, her eyes seemed a little confused, but then they turned cold and disgusted, "No, there is nothing left to say between us."
Chapter completed!