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Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Almighty daughter and handsome blow up the latest chapter!Qi Yusen also said: "Yes, when the race is over, the company will make every effort to build a new generation of racing drivers. If she dares to offend Qingqing again, I will not be merciful."

Mu Jingheng said: "Don't be so pessimistic. Lou Yufei's overall strength is not as good as Feilai, and may not be the first. Moreover, what if the car god suddenly appears on the track this time to turn the tide? After all, he was last time. It's all here."

Several people's expressions eased a bit after hearing the words, but their hanging hearts did not fall.

After all, no one would really pin their hopes on an uncertain person.

As Qiao Qing and Hao Chengjian’s medical team completed their preparations, a medical staff came out and said, “Please don’t make a loud noise. The operation will begin soon.”

After hearing this, several people hurriedly focused their attention on Qi Yunyan's operation.

The operation started at ten o'clock in the morning.

Several people kept guarding the door, and no one left.

In the beginning, everyone was waiting with hope and longing.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, when the stomach began to growl, several people were a little anxious.

Qi Yuyang said: "I forgot to ask my little girl, how long does his operation take?"

The others looked at the door of the operating room with serious expressions and ignored him.

Waiting until four o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Jingheng was hungry and hungry, and weakly suggested: "Otherwise, let's have a meal first?"

Qi Yuyang also touched his stomach, but still glared at him, "What to eat? The little girl hasn't eaten except for breakfast until now, and she's still undergoing surgery in it. If you didn't do anything, you knew it. !"

Mu Jingheng: "..."

By eight o'clock in the evening, a few people looked at their watches every few seconds, and the anxiety on their faces was clearly visible.

At this moment, a medical staff walked out of it.

Several people gathered together to move forward.

The medical staff said: "At present, the operation is going well, but it takes too long. Miss Qiao said that you should eat, rest and rest."

After speaking, the medical staff walked in again.

But after she explained this, none of them left.

By ten o'clock in the evening, Qi Yusen glanced at his watch and said, "Yu Yang, you go back to eat and sleep."

Mu Jingheng echoed: "Yes, you have to play tomorrow."

Qi Yuyang looked tangled, "Little sister and second brother haven't come out yet."

Qi Yusen's tone was slight, "Go to dinner and sleep, prepare for tomorrow's game, here are us."

"...Well then." Qi Yuyang left with a gloomy expression.

A few people still stood silently outside the door of the operating room, feeling like they were roasting on a fire.

Waiting until two o'clock at night, the door of the operating room opened again and Qiao Qing walked out of it.

Seeing Qiao Qing's appearance, Qi Yusen's heart was shocked, Jun Yexuan's pupils shrank, and a burst of uncontrollable distress spread between the two of them.

I saw that the refreshing little girl on weekdays was full of sweat on her face, and even her hair was soaked in sweat.

Qiao Qing looked at Qi Yusen and smiled as if gossiping: "Brother, all right."

As soon as her voice fell, her legs softened.

At the moment before falling to the ground, Jun Yexuan was hugged by Jun Yexuan who was rushing over.

Jun Yexuan's face was tense, and he lifted the person sideways, and walked to the main building.

Qi Yusen turned around and kept following up.

Mu Jingheng looked at the door of the operating room that was opened later, his lips twitched.

Didn't anyone care about the one on the operating table?

Qi Jiaerlang is so pitiful.

Jun Yexuan held Qiao Qing along the way to her bedroom, Qiao Qing had already fallen asleep.

"Order someone to prepare some liquid food for Qingqing."

After Jun Yexuan gave his instructions, he stretched out his hand and began to untie Qiao Qing's clothes.

Five shifts