"I'm going to see my brother. Sister Feifei, don't be sad anymore and eat more, I'm little..." Pei Ruomian touched Cheng Ning's worried lower abdomen.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly became alert and looked at Cheng Shengke involuntarily. There was even a hint of timidity in his bright eyes.
It's strange. If Ms. Qianqianqian knew that her daughter could be timid, she would definitely find it strange.
She has never been afraid of anyone since she was a child.
He listens to Pei Mochen the most and sticks to him the most. He also eats his brother's tofu often. If he doesn't, he will eat it.
"I'll leave first and come to see you in the evening. Don't worry about my brother. Take good care of yourself. I'm little..."
Pei Ruomian braked in time again, rolled his eyes, and saw Cheng Shenke's face was dark, forget it, stop talking, it would be confusing if he talked too much.
If you don't ask her to mention it, she won't. What's the big deal?
In the middle of the night, Cheng Ning worried about the wound on his body as if countless little bugs had awakened and were gnawing at it, causing excruciating pain.
She got up and saw Cheng Shenke asleep on the sofa. She got out of bed lightly and walked out of the room step by step.
The hospital is probably very quiet at night. People say that the hospital is very dark and scary at night because many people have died.
Cheng Shenke told her that Pei Mochen had been transferred to the ward. He was on the first floor with her. He found his ward and stood at the door. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently opened the door of the ward.
I don’t know who is on duty to take care of him. I miss him so much and hope the old lady is gone.
He entered the room quietly, and when he entered the door, he saw Pei Mochen lying on his side on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and he felt a lot calmer.
I still have an IV drip on my hand.
Glancing at the sofa, Lu Anyi fell asleep with her hand on her forehead.
She walked to her gently, carefully put her down to sleep, and picked up a piece of clothing on the sofa to cover her body.
Then he walked to Pei Mochen's bedside. His face was not as pale as when he was lying in the intensive care unit during the day.
She took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed him, "Does it still hurt?"
Let go of his hand, go around to the other side of the bed, lift his quilt, and want to see the wound on his back.
Lifting the quilt little by little, he then took off his clothes.
His hands were trembling slightly, and he just took a look. The wound was covered with medicine and gauze.
Then, she walked around to the front of him, squatted down, put her hands on the bed, rested her chin on the back of her hands, and focused her eyes on his face.
"sorry."
"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble."
As she spoke, tears fell down. She stretched out her hand to wipe her tears and opened her mouth to say sorry again.
As I cried, my voice was choked with sobs, and my body was trembling as I sucked in air.
He raised his hand, took Pei Mochen's hand again, and pressed his palm tightly against his face, "I miss you. Please wake up and talk to me. You don't have to speak. Just look at me and say
OK?"
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I caused you to get hurt. But don't say anything. You've been sleeping for so long and you don't wake up. I feel like I'm guilty."
The more the little mouth talked, the more selfless he became. Tears dripped onto Pei Moden's wrist and slid down his arm.
The person on the bed moved his eyebrows, his dry white lips curled weakly, and said in a weak tone, "It's so pretentious..."
When Cheng Ningyou heard this, her eyes lit up, tears rippling in her eyes, sparkling, "Are you awake?"
He wiped his eyes carelessly with the back of his hand and laughed happily.
"I haven't woken up yet, I don't have the energy to open my eyes, I have no motivation."
