Jin Ye took Tong Yiqing's hand, brought it to the door, and let go.
Tong Yiqing groped her way into the toilet and closed the door with a bang.
"Don't peek, or I'll kill you."
"I am a good citizen, so you can rest assured."
Jin Ye is in a particularly good mood today.
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After coming out of the toilet, Tong Yiqing had calmed down.
After washing up, he had breakfast again and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."
Although Tong Yiqing couldn't see it, Jin Ye still nodded habitually and held her white and soft little hand again.
After being held by his hand several times, Tong Yiqing gradually got used to it.
Jin Ye's hands are very warm. In winter, his hands are like a heating furnace, bringing her warmth and safety all the time.
Since the gunshot wound on Jin Ye's knee has not yet healed, he still walks with a limp.
He led Tong Yiqing out of the room, went downstairs and passed through the hall. After exiting the hall door, He Xiang had been waiting by the car for a long time.
Seeing Jin Ye and Tong Yiqing come out and open the car door, Jin Ye protected Tong Yiqing to get in the car first, then he got in the car and closed the door.
Seeing that the two of them were seated, He Xiang, who had already entered the car and was sitting in the driver's seat, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and the pure black RV disappeared in the distance.
"Ye, will it be painful to transplant the cornea?"
Tong Yiqing is not afraid of anything, what she fears most is pain.
"It doesn't hurt. I took an anesthesia injection, took a nap, and when I woke up, the operation was completed."
Jin Ye held her little hand tightly.
"It really doesn't hurt?" Tong Yiqing didn't believe it.
"It doesn't hurt." Jin Ye was not impatient at all, nor did he think she was wordy.
"Master, she is your future wife. You have to watch her carefully and don't lose her."
He Xiang, who was driving the car, said something meaningful.
Jin Ye naturally understood the meaning of his words and nodded slightly.
"Ye, who is he?"
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Tong Yiqing was curious.
This voice was very calm, with a hint of age. This person should be over 50 years old.
"He is my housekeeper, just call him Uncle He."
Jinye patiently introduces.
"Hello, Uncle He."
Like a good girl, Tong Yiqing greeted He Xiang with a sweet smile.