The numbers in the elevator slowly rose from the first floor. Peter felt that the man next to him was taking deep breaths. His expression was like a student calling to check his college entrance examination scores. "Don't be so nervous, I'm really awake this time." Peter didn't.
I couldn't bear to tease him anymore. It was too hard for him to wait for this day.
Jiang Haoran looked up at the floor numbers and asked calmly: "Did you see it?"
"Yeah. But you have to be mentally prepared. She is awake, but there seems to be a little problem here." Peter said, pointing to his head.
Jiang Haoran had a question mark on his face: "What?"
Peter patted his arm, smiled and reassured: "After all, he suffered a brain injury and slept for so long. Some of the sequelae are purely normal."
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he heard the noise coming from Gong Yueyue's ward. One of the voices made Jiang Haoran's eyes heat up. Long time no see, my love. "Go away, who are you? Don't touch me!" Even if
What this voice said was surprising to everyone.
Arriving at the door of the ward, Jiang Haoran's first glance was with Gong Yueyue, who was standing in front of the hospital bed, dancing and trying to push her parents away. But to everyone's surprise, she suddenly became quiet. She was originally frightened.
His anxious eyes became calmer and softer. He pushed Jiang Haoran with his arm and said with a smile, "She seems to only recognize you."
Jiang Haoran didn't say a word, just walked towards her step by step, and everyone around him consciously stepped aside. The neon lights outside the window shone on his face, making his outline flicker, and his eyes were filled with words that could not be expressed in words.
The words described the joy and deep affection. She stared at him blankly, motionless as if she was possessed by a spell. When they were only one step away, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
He also refused to let go.
The person in her arms may be because she is still confused after recovering from a serious illness; maybe it is because she has never been hugged like this; maybe it is Jiang Haoran's eyes that are irresistible; maybe it is his warmth and heartbeat that disturb her mind.
She was in a trance. In short, she was hugged by him for a long time obediently and quietly, until her legs became sore, and then she gradually woke up and started to resist and struggle in vain: "Ah - don't touch me! Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao, where are you?"
, come and save Yiyi——"
Her voice was muffled in Jiang Haoran's chest, and it sounded muffled, but he could still hear most of it. Brother Zhao? Who the hell is this bastard? Even Jiang Haoran, who is quite cultivated and magnanimous, can't help it at this moment.
There was a murmur.
"Pan Zhuqing, are you crazy? Don't hug me -"
This person surnamed Pan... what the hell is going on? Could it be that her brain is really funny? Who cares, just wake up... and then slowly clean up and train her. He doesn't want her to be crazy and talk nonsense anymore.
He simply held her face and sealed her lips with a long-lasting kiss.
Poor Miss Yang Yiyi, who was reborn in another life, on the first day she opened her eyes, she was inexplicably deprived of her first embrace and first kiss that she had treasured for more than ten years.
Rabindranath Tagore once said: "The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and flying birds. One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea." But maybe one day, God will give her a pair of wings and let her transform into a flying fish and fly side by side with him.
Between heaven and earth, who says it’s impossible?
Xing'er went to the kitchen to get snacks, and happened to meet Xiaomei who was walking out with a lunch box. She remembered that she seemed so busy that she hadn't sat down to eat yet. "Xiaomei, why don't you go to eat?"
Xiaomei said: "I'll feed the lady and then go."
"Okay, then I'll leave you some of your favorite jujube paste rice dumplings."
"Well, thank you Xing'er."
Xiaomei can't stand others being nice to her. A heart-warming word or a trivial concern can make her nose sore and her eyes warm. Therefore, Gong Yueyue has always treated her like a best friend and a family member, and even more so in exchange for her.
A sincere heart.
Seeing Gong Yueyue and Zhao Changyuan come through ups and downs all the way, and now they are in such a miserable state, with one seriously ill in bed and the other missing, her heartache is no better than that of Tian Hai. But she also knows her own abilities very well.
Weak, the only thing we can do is to do what Zhao Changyuan asked before leaving, never leave Gong Yueyue and take good care of her.
She pushed the door into the house with the lunch box, mixed the food into pieces and put it into Gong Yueyue's mouth, feeding her one bite after another. Suddenly she noticed something unusual - Gong Yueyue was actually chewing the food in her mouth.
"Miss, miss..." She thought she had made a mistake, so she fed him a few more mouthfuls... Finally, she dropped the lunch box and ran out of the house as fast as she could.
The generals, lords, wives and ladies who were eating sullenly in the dining hall were all startled by Xiaomei who rushed in like a whirlwind. Pan Zhuqing, who was sitting in the seat near the door, asked: "What's wrong? Is it your lady?"
Is there something wrong?"
Xiaomei held the door open, and it was hard to say anything excited: "Miss, she...she seems to be awake!"
When everyone rushed to Gong Yueyue's bed, she had indeed woken up. Her eyes were squinting helplessly, and her little hands scratched her arms and legs from time to time, as if she had just woken up and got out of bed.
Aunt Six wanted to make sure she was really awake, so she squeezed in front of her and leaned over to ask her: "Yueyue, are you awake? Do you recognize me?"
"Aunt Six..." She smiled and muttered two words vaguely.
Du Ruotong also grabbed her hand excitedly and asked, "What about me? Do you remember me?"
The smile on her lips became thicker, but her voice was a little hoarse and her speech was a little slow: "Young Master...Mrs...."
Fu Yun didn't say anything. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. The joy in his eyes was about to overflow. Gong Yueyue guessed that she had traveled thousands of miles to come here to Guan Kucheng for her own sake. She felt warm and grateful in her heart, and connected with her.
Looking at each other, everything is in silence.
Xiaomei seemed the most out-of-control, and Tian Hai's hand was almost crushed by her: "I'm really awake, I'm really awake, our young lady is so up to date!"
Gong Yueyue's eyes gradually became clear as her brain cells became active. Scanning the people in front of her, she saw Bad Young Master, Pan Zhuqing, Yang Jinyi, He Yong, and even Yin Liang... but she still didn't see what she wanted to see most at the moment.
people.
"Where is your husband?" She looked at Tian Hai and asked. Everyone was stunned at the moment, and no one knew what to do for a moment.
Pan Zhuqing turned around and walked to the door of the house, and told Fang Zhiwen who was waiting outside the house: "She can't stand the stimulation now. You go over and deal with it first, but you have to be careful." The implication is, "Don't be too close, I will be jealous."
of."
"Oh." Fang Zhiwen responded, lowered his head and walked in. For some reason, he was a little afraid of Pan Zhuqing. He always felt that he was full of bad ideas, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be unable to see through anything. Unlike his younger brother Pan Jingyuan, although he was not very warm towards others.
, at least it seems fair and aboveboard at first glance.
Fang Zhiwen walked to the bedside, and Gong Yueyue's eyes suddenly lit up, and a fragile but beautiful smile finally bloomed on her face full of doubts. She had lost the entire world that belonged to her, but fortunately, she still had him here - hers
Zhao Changyuan.
Although Gong Yueyue was sick and weak, the shrewd and cunning look in her eyes still made the impostor Fang Zhiwen feel guilty. "Are you... hungry?" After all, he was still a **** unmarried chick, and he really didn't know how to be a husband.
, what should I say at this time, I had to find a topic casually.
Gong Yueyue couldn't help but laughed dryly: "A little bit." Could it be that the pretty boy has watched TVB TV series? He knows the classic lines in those dramas - "Are you hungry? Do you want me to give you a bowl of noodles?"
Today, from Pan Zhuqing's behavior, tone and eyes, he could vaguely sense that that guy did have some dirty thoughts about the Marshal's wife.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhiwen complained secretly. He wanted the money, but he was not willing to lose his life. Who knows what good things would come out of him if he accidentally offended Pan Zhuqing.
Gong Yueyue also noticed the worry on his face, squeezed his hand and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
He couldn't help but turn around and look at Pan Zhuqing, who was indeed looking at him with a dark expression. He asked pitifully with his eyes for help. Pan Zhuqing blinked heavily and nodded slightly. Then he turned back again, took out his hand and picked up the
Spoon said to Gong Yueyue: "I'll feed you."
Due to inexperience and nervousness, Gong Yueyue turned into a big painted face on the first spoonful.
Yang Jinyi and He Yong, two old men, couldn't help but burst out laughing. Several girls also pinched their thighs to hold back their laughter. The evil young man could only hold his forehead with a black line on his face. However, Xiaomei reacted quickly enough and stepped forward to take his place.
Fang Zhiwen came to the rescue and said, "I'm afraid I'm too excited and my hands are shaking, so let me do it."
Fang Zhiwen silently gave Xiaomei 10086 likes in his heart. He handed over the bowl and spoon and wanted to escape, but Gong Yueyue grabbed her by her robe and said, "You are not allowed to leave." Why did this pretty face look so weird? She muttered to herself, without knowing it on her cheeks.
Suddenly it started to swell.
He saw the dissatisfaction on her face and thought that if she made her angry, something might happen and she would have to be coaxed by him. He didn't know how to coax women. So he quickly sat down by the bed and said, "I won't leave."
, don’t leave.”
The people watching behind him laughed slightly again. Some people thought that if Zhao Changyuan witnessed this scene, he would have to tear the face of the pretty boy named Fang into pieces and hang them on the tower for public display.
"Well, actually, my mother... my wife was able to wake up this time... thanks to the medicine that Mr. Pan worked so hard to find." Although Fang Zhiwen has no education, he has some cleverness in dealing with people. He has two meanings in saying this.
The first was to beg Pan Zhuqing for mercy, and the second was to divert Gong Yueyue's attention elsewhere. But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Gong Yueyue's husband had gone into danger to save her, and now his life or death was uncertain, and he immediately secretly
He scolded himself for being such an idiot. When he looked up, he found that everyone except Pan Zhuqing was condemning him with their eyes.
Gong Yueyue, who didn't understand why, certainly didn't understand what he said. She immediately raised her neck and looked in the direction of Pan Zhuqing. The other party looked at her quietly, with a gentle smile on her lips.
She was slightly startled, and there was an unbearable sadness in her heart. Pan Zhuqing's face, with a kind smile, was so similar to the Jiang Haoran she had just seen in her dream!
"Thank you..." she murmured.
Pan Zhuqing took two steps closer to her and asked with concern: "Are you still uncomfortable in any way?"
She said: "My head is a little dizzy."
Pan Zhuqing laughed again: "You slept for too long." (To be continued)