Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4590 I'll wait for you for three years (14)

Han Yurou thought, since this is already the worst outcome, it won't be worse than it is now.

No hope means maybe there will be a turning point.

With a turning point, there is expectation.

……

This day, Saturday, early morning.

Han Yurou ran to Lao San's shop for breakfast early, and Lao San was also happy to make morning tea for her himself.

The sky is full of sunshine, and the morning wind carries the mist of morning mist.

It's already summer.

Han Yurou wore a long white dress, with a silver pearl hairpin clipped by her ear, shedding the sophistication at work and becoming more casual and elegant.

Lao San's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the breakfast patterns in his shop are also increasing.

While eating rose cake, Han Yurou suddenly received a call from the hospital.

"Miss Han, Mr. Rong is awake, can you come over as soon as possible?"

"Bang", Han Yurou's phone fell on the table.

When she came back to her senses, she quickly picked up her mobile phone and ran out of the morning teahouse.

The third child shouted anxiously from behind: "Han Yurou, where are you going?!"

Han Yurou couldn't hear the voice of the third child, only the words "Mr. Rong woke up" repeated in her ears.

Did he finally wake up?

If he doesn't wake up again, it will be another year.

Her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat. She was panting and ran straight to the hospital.

Fortunately, it is very close to the hospital.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Han Yurou's face was covered with beads of sweat, profusely sweating.

Rong Jincheng was sitting by the bed, skinny, with pale lips, and his usually bright eyes were sunken at this moment, and the fundus of his eyes was dull, but when he saw her, his eyes were obviously more lively.

One sat by the bed and the other stood by the door.

The four eyes met, as if the years had changed, and a century had passed.

Han Yurou couldn't suppress the fluctuation in his heart, he really had to wake up.

She read and heard correctly, he really has to wake up!
"Rong Jincheng!" She yelled and ran towards him, "You finally woke up?! If you don't wake up again, no one will care about you."

Rong Jincheng raised his head, his slender eyelashes trembling, his eyes were as usual, but he didn't speak.

"Speak, why don't you speak? You don't recognize me?" Han Yurou knelt down and looked at him.

Now Rong Jincheng is thin and tired, his face is haggard, and there is a blue stubble protruding from his chin.

His hands were curled up on his lap, his fingers were curled up, as if he was at a loss.

"You don't recognize me?" Han Yurou froze for a moment.

Did he not recognize her?
She knew that the bullet hit his brain and had a certain impact on the brain nerves. Although he is awake now, is his brain affected and he doesn't recognize her?
Rong Jincheng blinked and looked at her.

"You really don't know me?" Han Yurou asked unwillingly, "I'm Han Yurou, think about it, I'm Han Yurou, this is New York, you were injured and lay in bed for half a year."

She shook his hand, trying to jog his memory.

It was very quiet in the ward.

The wind from the air conditioner was blowing slowly.

Han Yurou hadn't recovered from the joy and sorrow, she stared at Rong Jincheng intently.

I don't know what it feels like...

If he forgot everything, he would not remember her.

Love and hate entanglement, I don't remember.

Finally, Rong Jincheng opened his mouth slowly, his thin lips parted slightly, and there was an innocent black light in his eyes: "Are... are you my wife?"

(End of this chapter)