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

Although Ye Wenming had a larger number of people, the two men who were guarding Zhuo Qianyun's ward did not give in at all.

After all, the death orders they received should not allow some people to disturb Zhuo Qianyun, and among the "some people", Ye Wenming is.

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

The situation between the two sides is about to break out.

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

When the two men guarding the ward saw Zhuo Qianyun come out, they hurriedly said, "Miss Zhuo, please rest assured. If you don't want to see this Mr. Ye, he will never get into the ward anyway."

Since they stay here, they naturally have the ability to avoid people entering.

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

Ye Wenming is different from the last time she saw him. Even though he was still wearing a suit and ties, his jaw was covered in a sloppy beard, his hair looked a little messy, his whole face looked very haggard, and even his eyes seemed to have a hint of redness.

This is completely different from the rigorous and solemn appearance he looks like in daily life.

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

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

His heart suddenly shrank, and he felt like his eyes were stinging.

The wound on her forehead was hurt by forcefully kowtowing.

At that time, she was pressed to the ground and kowtowed, and that order was still what he gave! In an instant, he just wished that the humiliation and pain would fall on him.

Why did he 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, do you still want to take me to kowtow to Kong Ziyin to apologize?"

Ye Wenming's body trembled suddenly and staggered for a moment, as if he was even a little unstable in the standing.

A trace of pain flashed through those narrow and deep eyes. Now, her words can easily knock him to hell.

"No...no." His voice was dry and he said almost in a humble tone, "Qianyun, I'm here to apologize to you. I know, I was wrong, it was ridiculously wrong. I shouldn't believe Kong Ziyin's words, and I shouldn't treat you like that..."

"Ye Wenming, I don't want to hear what you say about apologizing, there is no need!" Zhuo Qianyun interrupted Ye Wenming, "It's too late now. My mother and Xiao Yan are asleep. I don't want to wake them up, nor do I want to see you again."

She looked at him with a sense of disgust.

But when she was about to turn back to the ward, he suddenly rushed up and was about to pull her.

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

So in the end, what Ye Wenming grabbed was Zhuo Qianyun's hem.

But even though he was just the hem of the clothes, he still pinched it tightly, as if he was holding the last glimmer of hope, "Qianyun, please, can you listen to me say a few words?"

The hoarse voice seemed to be begging.

Zhuo Qianyun was stunned for a moment, with a little confusion in her eyes, but then she turned into a cold and disgusting way, "No need, there is nothing to say between us."
Chapter completed!