Before Li's father finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Jinzhe
"I'm tired"
Mr. Li paused for a moment, said to have a good rest and walked out.
It's not that he doesn't know that Li Jinzhe hates him in his heart, but so what, that's the fact
It can only be said that God’s will plays tricks on people
Li Jinzhe put down the document in his hand, and his mind was quickly filled with An Ning's smiling face.
Why such a desperate job?
That's because he will think of her as soon as he stops.
This was more unbearable than the physical pain.
I don’t know if she is still crying or if she can eat well.
Her stomach is not very good and cannot withstand the torture
Gu Yang opened the door and came in, looking at Li Jinzhe with a sad look on his face.
He pretended not to see it and said casually: "You and An Ning are so destined that we even made an appointment to be hospitalized."
Li Jinzhe's pupils suddenly dilated, anger and worry rising in his eyes
Gu Yang looked at Li Jinzhe who was full of murderous intent, slightly shrinking his neck, and then said: "The doctor said, An Ning"
"roll!"
Li Jinzhe threw a folder over. As a result of Gu Yang's dexterity, his smile was full of ridicule, and he walked out.
night
Li Jinzhe casually pulled out the needle from his hand, lifted up the quilt and walked out
After finding An Ning's room, Li Jinzhe stood outside the door and looked inside through the small glass on the door.
In fact, it is not clear
There are only weak street lights in the corridor
And An Ning's ward was completely dark.
Then there was a little bit of light, and Li Jinzhe could only see the rough outline of the person.
Even if it's an outline, he can't take his eyes off it
Watching dreamily, picturing her sleeping appearance in my mind
She has a cold constitution and her hands and feet are always cold
Even if it's almost summer, it can't get warm
At that time, she always liked to put her feet between his calves for warmth.
So their sleeping position was that she was completely in his arms, with her back to him and her body arched. Their legs and feet were entangled, like vines, inseparable.
She also likes to throw up the quilt randomly, freezing herself to death. Like a small animal, when she feels there is a warm object around her, she will spontaneously move closer and closer.
I don’t know what position she is sleeping in now. I don’t know if she has lifted the quilt to freeze herself.