He covered himself with the quilt and yawned, and soon, Murong Rong fell into a deep sleep.
Until he was woken up by Yinzai in the evening.
"Still sleeping? It's time to eat."
Yinzai pulled her up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and saw the long and heavy prosthetic legs on her body, his brows knitted together.
Murong was afraid that he would see something strange, so he pulled the quilt to cover him up and smiled dryly at him.
Yinzai was angry and helpless at the same time, "Next time you go back to the room, take this thing out. If you wear it for a long time, the blood circulation in your legs will not be smooth, and you will really become a cripple."
Murong Rong originally wanted to return him, but he was already a disabled person. Fortunately, he immediately remembered that he was mute and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
However, what Yin Zai said makes sense. After a good sleep, his head is no longer sleepy, but his legs are numb and sore. If he uses this prosthetic leg for a few more days, he might actually get blood stasis there and become a cripple.
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What should I do?
Yinzai took the comb from the bedside, combed her long hair neatly, and said, "I won't sleep in this room. If you need to call someone if you need to live alone, please call the bedside phone."
Murong's dark eyes looked at him, was it true or not? He didn't live here, so why was his scent all over the bed?
However, it just so happened that as soon as she closed the door, she could take off the prosthetic leg and feel at ease.
Thinking of this, Murong Rong couldn't help but curl her lips quietly.
His head suddenly hurt, and Yinzai knocked on the forehead, "You heartless woman."
Murong Rong was stunned, how could he hit someone?
Why is she so heartless?
While thinking about her, Yinzai had picked her up, put her on the wheelchair, and straightened out her clothes.
Murong Rong began to feel depressed again. After so many years of not seeing each other, how could he become so good at taking care of others?
Ouyang Xiyu disciplined him really well.
After turning her wheelchair in the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth, Yinzai pushed her to the restaurant.
The dinner was very light, but mostly her favorite dishes.
After D'Antoni asked the servants to finish serving the dishes, when he left, he smiled at Murong Rong and said, "My wife has had a good night's sleep. She feels much better and her face is rosy."
Only then did Murong Rong remember that she had forgotten to apply powder.
Looking at Yin Zai in a blink of an eye, he didn't seem to hear, and was holding vegetables with his head down.
Murong Rong was also busy picking up rice with her head down.
After eating, the servant pushed her back to her room.
Murong Rong locked the door and couldn't wait to untie the prosthetic leg.
My legs were sore and numb that I couldn't even stand up.
After kneading for a while, I finally felt it.
I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, opened half of the curtains, and saw the setting sun hanging on the top of the mountain, bathing the entire garden in orange light.
On the horse farm in the distance, several white horses were walking leisurely. The green grass and lush hills were all covered with the golden afterglow.
I pulled up a chair and sat in front of the window with my chin on my head. The evening breeze was blowing and the scenery was beautiful.
It would be great if at this time, I could take Yuan'er and Mu'er with me to sit and watch the sunset, laughing and talking about joys and sorrows.
It was dark at night, so Murong Rong closed the window and turned on the light. After taking a shower, he sat in the living room and watched TV.
After ten o'clock at night, she turned off the lights and TV, sat on the sofa and closed her eyes for a while.
When I woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the morning. At this time, all the servants in the garden were fast asleep.
She put on convenient clothes and only wore a pair of socks. When she opened the door, everything was quiet except for a few dim wall lamps on the wall.
Murong Rong walked to the study on the second floor. The lights in the study were still on. Is Yin Zai still working?
The door was ajar, so she walked over, pushed it gently, and hid in the darkness.
Yinzai was sitting on the sofa behind the desk, leaning his head on the back of the chair and falling asleep, breathing deeply and continuously.
Murong Rong made sure that he was fast asleep and walked in quietly.
His desk is extremely large, more than twice as big as an ordinary desk.
There are thick documents placed on it. There are documents from each department, each branch, and each group. Both approved and unapproved documents are piled up like a hill. Such a big table can hardly accommodate those documents.
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Murong Rong looked at his tired face and felt how heavy the burden on him was.
I used to blame him for being cold, heartless, and unreasonable. Now that I have experienced so many things, I understand that sitting in his position cannot allow him to be emotional. Even a small soft-heartedness may cause phantom flames.