"Feifei... congratulations. But... I may not let go of my love for you so quickly. I need... time. And, I want... I want to care about you like a friend, okay? I won't disturb you.
, and I won’t let you be burdened. I just want to...eat the dog food of you and Xiao Ling." Leng Qianjun said, there was no bitterness on that perfect face, and it was full of innocence and innocence.
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Ye Feifei was confused by such an expression and didn't know how to reply. Leng Qianjun, why are you so infatuated? It's very heartbreaking to be so infatuated.
"If... you can't accept it, I... I can disappear in front of you. I... can never disturb you. I, I can..." Leng Qianjun's voice became deeper and deeper.
It can be heard that he is very unsure of himself, that he has expectations, sadness, and... that kind of unspeakable pain in his heart.
Faced with such Leng Qianjun, Ye Feifei finally said: "My...husband Xiao Ling is jealous."
Leng Qianjun nodded bitterly, and then said: "Then I will communicate with Xiao Ling. If...he is willing, I can become his friend."
After saying that, Leng Qianjun stopped talking.
Ye Feifei even began to feel sorry for Leng Qianjun. This man was so stupid.
Seeing that Ye Feifei was silent, Leng Qianjun straightened up and said gently: "Feifei, you rest first and I'll go back to the ward. Xiao Ling should be here soon. I'll meet him alone then."
After saying that, Leng Qianjun turned around and left, clutching his chest.
Ye Feifei looked at Leng Qianjun's back and sighed. After all, she had failed Leng Qianjun's obsession. If she could, she really hoped to turn back time and let her go back to the beginning. She should have been killed at the beginning.
This man's love for her.
If there was no initial crush, there would be no current inability to let go.
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Afterwards, Ye Feifei ate something, took some nutritional injections, and fell asleep under August's care.
When she woke up again, it was already the next morning, and Xiao Ling was sitting beside the hospital bed. The man had black eyes, which made Ye Feifei feel distressed. She raised her hand and asked in a dry voice: "Have you been sitting for a long time?
"
Xiao Ling frowned when he heard Ye Feifei's hoarse voice. He poured a glass of water and carefully brought it to Ye Feifei's lips. After watching Ye Feifei drink it, he said, "It didn't take long. How do you feel?"
Ye Feifei grabbed Xiao Ling's hand and said delicately: "No, I miss you so much."
Hearing the girl's words, Xiao Ling stood up, leaned forward and kissed Ye Feifei's forehead, then held her little face and said with doting eyes: "I miss you too."
"Well, how much do you want?" Ye Feifei coquettishly said.
"I really want to!" Xiao Ling replied.
"How much do you want it?" Ye Feifei asked again.
Xiao Ling smiled and was about to speak.
"Ouch, my dears, if I give you dog food again, I will feed you to death." August on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore.
This couple, I didn’t see him on the sofa. They were almost exhausted from eating dog food.
Xiao Ling was in a good mood, so he did not show a cold face to August. He glanced at August with a little arrogance, and then said: "My wife is pregnant."
August pinched his eyebrows. He had expected Xiao Ling's style of painting, "Okay, okay, your wife is pregnant! But she is my artist, and I raise her like a daughter. Big boss, you can't abuse me too much."
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Xiao Ling: "!!!"
How come there are two of us who always want his wife to be his daughter!
Seeing Xiao Ling's slightly frowned brows, Ye Feifei raised the corners of her mouth.