Leng Yan stopped being angry with her and covered her with a quilt. He stroked her cold cheek with his slender fingertips, his movements were gentle, his eyes were deep and he whispered: "Have a good rest."
Zhong Qing was startled, and all her actions suddenly stopped.
Her clear, big eyes looked at him in confusion.
Leng Yan is so familiar.
Could it be that he...
After Leng Yan finished speaking, he turned around and planned to walk out of the ward.
Zhong Qing suddenly thought of something, and a deep feeling of reluctance suddenly eroded her heart. She immediately lifted the quilt and stared at his back, suddenly feeling more and more aggrieved.
"Leng Yan."
She couldn't wait to speak out.
The man paused in his steps and turned around to stare at her.
He seemed to be waiting for her next words.
Zhongqing's eyes flickered, and even she herself didn't know why she did such a sudden move, but when she learned the truth from Tang Wei's mouth, she learned the truth about three years ago.
The feelings that she had deliberately buried deep in her heart came out again.
It drove her even more reluctant to let go.
"Anything else?"
Leng Yan frowned, and before she could respond, he subconsciously wanted to press the call bell.
Zhongqing opened it immediately and wanted to get out of bed with bare feet.
"Mom, you can't just get out of bed and walk around."
Hearing Zhong Xi's words, Leng Yan looked back, frowned immediately, walked over in a few strides, picked her up directly, turned around, and placed her on the hospital bed.
Sternly: "You can't worry less. I told you not to do it, but you still do it!"
Zhongqing bit her lip, "I..."
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"What are you doing?" For her, he had always been unable to do anything to her. Leng Yan sighed, his eyes surging: "Do you know, you are torturing me?"
God knows how much forbearance he must have to allow himself to be deliberately indifferent to her, not letting himself show a trace of emotion, so as not to let her find out anything.
But, now...
Zhong Qing's slender arms were always hooked around his neck. He bent over, bending indulgently. The two of them were very close, and their breaths were filled with each other's breath.
Facing each other, the passion of the past is surging.
Leng Yan's eyes were very dark: "If you don't let me go, I don't guarantee what I will do to you next. Don't forget, your son is still here!"
Hearing his voice, Zhong Qing suddenly came back to her senses and quickly let go of her hand. Only later did she realize what she had done, and her cheeks turned red.
Lying peacefully on the hospital bed | no longer moving.
"Stop making trouble and have a good rest here!"
His voice is very soft.
It seemed as if he was afraid of scaring her.
"Leng Yan, who am I?"
His inquisitive eyes fell on him.
A very strong premonition told her.
Has he regained his memory?!
How could Leng Yan not know what she was thinking? He raised his lower lip and said meaningfully: "You are..."
Meal on purpose.
Zhong Qing clenched her hands tightly and stared at him nervously.
"Are you the woman from my past?"
Leng Yan deliberately teased her.
Zhong Qing was startled, then turned away angrily: "Forget it, let's go!"
A duplicitous woman.
Leng Yan didn't expose it and let her continue to misunderstand.
This memory loss is not a bad thing.
It's like a blank sheet of paper redrawing their future.
However, I still don't want her to be sad.
"I'll be out for a while and I'll be back soon!"
The grievance and haze in Zhongqing's heart finally disappeared because of his words, but she still said stubbornly: "I don't want to see you!"
Staring at her angry look, Leng Yan's eyes showed traces of laughter, and he left in deliberate silence.
Zhong Qing bit her lip, feeling puzzled.
What is the relationship between him and her now?
"Mom, you value sex over children!"
Seeing that Zhong Qing was completely ignoring him, Zhong Xi puffed up his cheeks and became unhappy.