Le Zhu was in the special care unit. Three senior nurses took turns watching her heart every day, and they prohibited her from exercising or doing any dangerous actions. Even her diet was strictly controlled to ensure nutritional balance in preparation for the subsequent heart surgery.
Even when An Jingxing and Tang Qianrong arrived at the hospital, they rested in a separate ward next to Lezhu.
The ward had the unique smell of disinfectant in hospitals, and Lezhu's visiting hours were set even for biological parents, so when they came over, they stayed in the ward for more than half an hour before going to the next door.
Le Zhen was taken by the nanny at home, but because the hospital had too much disinfectant, he was not brought here.
This is not an ordinary hospital. The individual wards are also very gorgeously decorated. It can be considered a small open-plan family. Not only does it have an open-plan kitchen, but the bathroom is as big as a bedroom. The bathroom is made of transparent glass, and the hospital bed is in the back room.
Looking at such a ward, she estimated that staying in this house for a day would be more expensive than a hotel.
When Tang Qianrong returned to the room, he took the computer and handled official business on the table in the living room. An Jingxing listened to what he was giving instructions to the person on the computer in Italian. His speech was slow, indifferent and self-possessed, and his tone seemed to be low and gentle.
The cello sounds very nice.
She raised her lips slightly and entered the bathroom first with a change of clothes. After taking a bath, she happened to see Tang Qianrong closing his notebook and sitting at the dining table, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was very tired.
Seeing Tang Qianrong like this, she felt a little sorry for him inexplicably. He rushed back in such a hurry today and came to the hospital as soon as possible. After that, he went to settle Raphael's matter for herself without taking any rest. After that, he came back and worked non-stop.
work……
Even if you are a man, your body cannot bear this.
With his heart moving slightly, An Jingxing walked quietly behind Tang Qianrong on tiptoes, looked at his slightly frowning eyebrows, reached out and touched his temples on both sides, rubbing them gently.
When she was at school, she often saw teachers occasionally doing this when they were extremely tired. She didn't know if it had any effect, she just wanted to make him feel better.
Tang Qianrong had heard An Jingxing's footsteps long ago, but he didn't move. After a while, he felt a familiar scent of shower gel surround him, and his heart felt slightly itchy. The next moment, a pair of soft little hands were on his
He gently massaged his temples.
This kind of treatment made him feel more comfortable than a masseur in the world's top club. His frown slightly relaxed, he reached out to hold the little hand on his temple, and pulled her in with a gentle pull.
In one's own arms.
The man's embrace was still so familiar and warm, but she was still wearing a bathrobe. He gently pulled and pulled her, and the large area of snow-white skin on her chest was clearly visible.
She blushed and quickly wrapped her chest tightly. When she raised her head, she met Tang Qianrong's deep eyes with a slight smile.
She felt the temperature on her cheeks getting hotter and hotter. She looked away and was about to speak when a voice sounded above her head.
"You have become so well-behaved now. Where is the ghostly energy that caused you to do bad things before?"
An Jingxing knew that he was talking about Monica and had not allowed him to interfere before, but she never thought that all this could be hidden from his eyes, so she could only shrink her neck and said nothing.
She knew that Tang Qianrong had no intention of letting her go just like that.
"I heard that you dare to find someone to impersonate me? Well? An Jingxing, you are really brave!"
