The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 1415

Several bodyguards following Ye Wenming stepped forward.

Although Ye Wenming had more people, the two men guarding Zhuo Qianyun's ward did not budge.

After all, they had received strict orders not to let certain people disturb Zhuo Qianyun and Ye Wenming was among those ‘certain people’.

"We're sorry to do this!" said the two men.

Both parties were on the brink of a fight breaking out.

Just then, the door of the ward suddenly opened and Zhuo Qianyun stepped out.

When the two men guarding the ward saw Zhuo Qianyun appear, they hurriedly said, "Miss Zhuo, don't worry. If you don't want to see Mr. Ye, he won't be able to break into the ward no matter what today."

Since they had been selected to keep guard here, they had what it took to keep people out.

Zhuo Qianyun looked up and her eyes fell on Ye Wenming.

Ye Wenming was different from the last time she saw him. Although he was still impeccably dressed, he had a scruffy jaw and his hair looked a little messy. His face looked very haggard, and even his eyes seemed to have a tinge of redness in them.

It was a far cry from his usual solemn appearance.

Ye Wenming looked almost greedily at the woman not far away. She was dressed in a hospital gown. She wore her long hair down, making her cheeks look thinner than ever.

There was a scab on her forehead that looked a little red. It looked more obvious under the hallway lights.

His heart suddenly contracted, and his eyes felt as though they were stinging.

The wound on her forehead... was probably caused by the forced groveling at that time.

Even the way she looked at him was filled with disgust.

However, he suddenly rushed up to her and nearly grabbed her when she turned around to go back to the ward.

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

In the end, what Ye Wenming grasped was only the hem of Zhuo Qianyun's clothes.

However, even if it was only the hem of her clothes, he still grasped it tightly as if he was holding the last glimmer of hope. "Qianyun, please. Will you listen to me for a while?"

With his hoarse voice, he seemed to be begging.

Zhuo Qianyun was stunned, and there seemed to be some doubt in her eyes. However, it soon turned into cold disgust. "No thanks. There's nothing to talk about between us."