Baby, you are my priceless cute wife

Night Weiyang said and looked up at Nie Xinyu. But at the moment of touching Nie Xinyu's eyes, ye Weiyang was stunned.

Nie Xinyu's eyes are very complex, with heartache, confusion and disappointment. On weekdays, always smiling eyes, no smile, like dusty stars, lonely and lonely.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "if this kind of eyes are also pretended, it can only prove that your acting skills are like a duck to water."

Nie Xinyu only saw that ye Weiyang's lips moved, but he couldn't hear what she said. He couldn't help stretching his body and asked, "what did you say?"

"Nothing." At the end of the night, he looked up, recovered the appearance of light clouds and wind, and said, "your body hasn't recovered yet. You should close your mouth and have more rest."

"But I'm afraid you're bored."

The white eyed son said, "I wish you would let me be quiet for a while, and I can have a rest!"

"Well," said Nie Xinyu, with a lonely expression, "well, sit in your chair and have a rest. If you're bored, come and chat with me."

At the end of the night:

Did the man make a mistake? Did he forget who was the one in the hospital?

But forget it. He likes to play like this. Let him go!

Turning his head, he looked out of the window and closed his eyes gently, but his ears still listened to Nie Xinyu's every move.

Looking at the alert woman, Nie Xinyu smiled helplessly, then twisted his head and looked at the center of the night, as if to print her eyebrows and eyes in his mind.

Outside the ward, a man and a woman passed by slowly. The woman wrapped around the man's arm and looked shy.

"Chu Xun, I just have some stomachache. I'll just come to the hospital alone. You really don't have to accompany me."

Chu Xun's expression remained unchanged for thousands of years and said faintly, "you promised to take care of you. You're not feeling well. How can you come to see a doctor alone?"

"But..." Emma said with an awkward expression, "I'm a woman's little problem. It's inconvenient for you to follow."

Chu Xun was still expressionless and said, "if it's inconvenient for you, I'll wait for you outside."

"That's good," Emma pointed to the front. "I'll check over there. Chu Xun, wait for me here. I'll come here to find you later."

With a slight nod, Chu Xun sat on the plastic chair and looked down at the mail in his mobile phone.

Seeing that chuxun had no doubt, Emma turned and left and went into the consulting room in front of her.

"Nie Xinyu, you've had enough!"

The woman's angry roar of discontent stunned Chu Xun, almost instinctively raised his head and looked at the opposite ward.

Yeweiyang?! Why is she here?

At the moment of seeing the night, Chu Xun couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

He knew that he should hate yeweiyang because she killed Chu Han. But what's the matter with the missing at the bottom of my heart? Have you ever been in contact with yeweiyang before? If not, it is impossible to have this special feeling. But if so, why is there no picture related to the center of the night in the memory?

Frowning tightly, Chu Xun's heart was very contradictory. He knew he should leave here, but his eyes were like a hook and couldn't be moved at all.

Night Weiyang stood up from his chair. Chu Xun was worried that night Weiyang would see himself, so he sat next to him. He was ang, then frowned and looked at the powerful woman.

At the moment, yeweiyang was holding his hands on his hips, staring at Nie Xinyu angrily and said, "can you move your eyes away from me!"

Nie Xinyu smiled at the night and said, "how do you know I'm looking at you."

Ye Weiyang looked fierce and said angrily, "you're burning a hole in me. Don't you think I can't feel it!"

"I'm just looking at you secretly. It won't work."

"No, turn around now, close your eyes and sleep!"

Being rejected by his sweetheart, Nie Xinyu was a little sad, but he didn't give up and suggested, "but I can't sleep. Tell me a story."

"Tell the story of you big head!" The night Weiyang roared without image, made no secret of the ridicule at the bottom of his eyes, and said, "do you think you are still a child? Ning Ning and Huanhuan don't listen to the story and go to bed! "

"Perhaps because you are ill, you will feel particularly vulnerable in your heart." Facing the Hedong lion in front of him, Nie Xinyu certainly won't be hard. His eyes changed and said sadly, "when I was a child, I wanted someone to tell me a story and coax me to sleep. But it hasn't been realized for so many years. "

"When I watched you drive away alone, I thought I was dead. Although I was not afraid, it was a pity to think about it, because I still had a lot of things to do. One of them was to listen to others tell me bedtime stories. Now, I'm alive again, but no one is willing to help me fulfill this wish... "

When Nie Xinyu said this, he was like an abandoned dog on the street. All the words he refused were on his lips, and ye Weiyang finally swallowed them back.

He sat back in his chair, put his arms around his chest, and said impatiently, "tell a story, don't you? What story do you want to hear?"

Seeing that ye Weiyang had promised himself, Nie Xinyu was as happy as a child. He looked at her with bright eyes and said, "everything is good, as long as it's what you say!"

She coughed softly, stretched out her hand and rolled her sleeve. She looked vicious, as if she was not telling a story, but looking for someone to fight.

"Cough, once upon a time, there was a killer..."

"Is this killer you?"

Staring at Nie Xinyu, ye Weiyang said rudely, "no!"

After taking a deep breath, ye Weiyang continued to make up a story: "this killer is very brave, nicknamed Pink Leopard..."

With one hand behind his head, Nie Xinyu looked comfortable and asked, "listen to this name, it should be a woman."

"... yes. Pink leopards kill countless people, never afraid. One day, when she was on a mission, she suddenly received a phone call, and a strange voice suddenly came out of the phone... "

"Weiyang, we are now telling bedtime stories. Your story is so terrible that I'm afraid I can't sleep."

He took a deep breath again. Yeweiyang tried to control his emotions, then changed his style and said, "there was a loving voice on the phone. Ask..."

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Ye Weiyang carefully. Nie Xinyu listened very carefully, as if he had completely integrated into Ye Weiyang's lame story.

Seeing the audience's cooperation, ye Weiyang slowly became serious, and he seemed to have entered the world of compilation.

Slowly, Nie Xinyu's eyelids became more and more heavy, and he leaned against the pillow to sleep. Seeing this, ye Weiyang drank water first, thinking that telling stories was also a very tiring thing, and then helped Nie Xinyu cover the cup.