Dongfang Che very sensibly took a few tissues and handed them to the old lady who was still crying. Her clear pupils flickered, as clear as natural crystals without a trace of impurities. Seeing this old lady crying so sadly
, and his heart clenched tightly.
The old lady looked at Dongfang Che who was very close with her eyes sparkling and actually stopped crying. She took the tissue from Dongfang Che with trembling hands and wiped the tears on her face. She had thousands of words in her heart that she wanted to say to him,
I really wanted to ask him how old he was and what his name was, but there seemed to be something stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word. His eyes were staring at him for a moment, as if he was afraid that he would disappear soon.
Like, it's so similar! He looks exactly like Yize when he was a child. Although his face is immature, the temperament on his body has already told her invisibly that this child is not simple, and he may even be better than Ren Yize in the future.
There was a rare glint in the old lady's dark eyes, as if she had returned to five years ago, full of energy, shrewdness and health.
Zhang Ma looked at Dongfang Che happily and smiled from ear to ear. Now that Madam has spiritual food, her body will definitely get better slowly. The Ren family should be full of laughter in the future, right?
The aroma wafted in the air, and the thick chicken soup overflowed the entire ward.
Dongfang Muyu, with the help of Ren Yize, half leaned against the bedside. Seeing this domineering man working on her very carefully, a corner of his heart felt like it was brushed gently by a feather, very lightly.
, very soft, but very throbbing. She really wanted to say thank you, but when she saw his affectionate and gentle eyes that seemed to devour her, she was too shy to speak.
"Mommy, come on, drink a glass of water first to moisten your throat."
Dongfang Che obediently poured a glass of water and handed it to Dongfang Muyu. He looked at her with clear eyes and carefully examined her face. Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips and he nodded with satisfaction.
"Thank you Che, Che Che is so good."
Dongfang Muyu showed a smile as quiet and beautiful as a lotus flower, and the warm light shone on her fair and tender face without makeup, which was almost translucent, making her look like an exquisite glazed doll, extremely beautiful.
Taking the water from Dongfang Che, after taking a few sips, Ren Yize, who was sitting next to her, asked softly: "Are you hungry? Grandma brought chicken soup, please drink some."
"Grandma?" Who is grandma?
Dongfang Muyu blinked in confusion, her slender black eyelashes fluttering in the wind like thin butterfly wings, making her pair of quiet beautiful eyes even more psychedelic and alluring.
Ren Yize's eyebrows softened even more. He smiled slightly and pointed at the old lady sitting on the sofa and said, "That's my grandma, your grandma, and Che's great-grandma. When you get better, I'll come back to you."
Let me tell you some things at home slowly."
The beautiful voice was full of soothing magic. Dongfang Muyu felt a warmth in her heart. She bit her lip and her face turned slightly red. He was talking about home? Was he just talking about home? He felt inexplicably expectant.
Ren Yize was holding a bowl of delicious chicken soup, stirring it gently and blowing hot air, preparing to feed it to Dongfang Muyu himself.
"Come on, open your mouth."
Ren Yize shook a spoonful and brought it to Dongfang Muyu's mouth, gesturing for her to drink it. His dark eyes as deep as midnight shone with infinite doting.
"Well, I can drink it myself."
Dongfang Muyu didn't dare to look directly into Ren Yize's tender black eyes. She lowered her head and murmured softly. Her whole face was extremely hot. It was so embarrassing! With so many people watching, she felt embarrassed. How could she be so open-minded?
OK, but I'm actually very hungry. The chicken soup looks delicious. It's such a difficult decision!
"No, I have to feed you to open your mouth."
Ren Yize was determined not to let go of such an opportunity for intimate contact. He must feed her with his own hands. He would fill in the five-year gap step by step and fulfill his true obligations as a husband.