Mama Qi sat up hard and looked at the two of them.
Ling Mufeng and Ye Zhiqiu were also a little surprised, and looked at Qi's mother at the same time.
"Auntie hopes that when the aunt is discharged from the hospital successfully, you will be able to see you two are very good. It is not easy to get together, so you must know to cherish it."
Ye Zhiqiu blushed when she said that, and lowered her head and said nothing.[
However, Ling Mufeng nodded complacently.
"Don't worry, auntie, I will definitely take good care of Zhiqiu."
Ye Zhiqiu did not answer, and the nurse came soon after, and then had a temperature test and a change of time.
Ye Zhiqiu and Ling Mufeng retreated and agreed to come back early tomorrow morning.
Walking outside the corridor, the two of them walked slowly, and Ling Mufeng was holding Ye Zhiqiu's hand.
With ten fingers connected, you can feel the other person's pulse.
Ye Zhiqiu felt sweaty in his palms, sticky and greasy, and felt weak and uncomfortable.
"Zhiqiu."
Ling Mufeng suddenly lowered his voice, Ye Zhiqiu was startled and looked at him in fear.
"What's wrong?"
"If you don't like holding hands with me, you can let go."
"No, no, no."
Although that's the case, Ling Mufeng could clearly feel that the cold sweat oozed out of her palm was increasing.
Ling Mufeng smiled bitterly: "I actually envy Qin Yishu."
When Ye Zhiqiu heard him mention this name that he didn't want to recall, he was suddenly shocked.
So is Ling Mufeng.
The name that had been lingering in his heart for many days finally came out.
"I envy him very much. He can hold your hand at will and hug and kiss you without any hesitation."
Ling Mufeng said, suddenly stopped and slowly moved her hand to his chest.[
"I envy him very much. He can carve deep traces in your heart. And for me, even if I am willing to give myself to me, I will not keep me in your heart."
When Ye Zhiqiu was frightened, he could feel the beating heart in his chest.