Good Morning, Dear

Cheng Qingyao went to the bathroom to make up.

When it came out, the foundation covered up the palm prints and covered the swelling.

At first glance, the assistant doctor can't see anything unusual, but a closer look can see that the left face is a little bigger than the right face.

"A little older, I'm not afraid. I'll turn to him for a while, only let him see his right face, not his left face." Cheng Qingyao praised his wit.

Go back to the ward.

The breath of the ward.

No one speaks, no voice, quiet people can hear each other breathing.

The Dean sat on the sofa with Mo Jianling and duanmuyun. They were cold. Mo Qinglian sat by the bed, expressionless, holding Mo Li's hand.

Mo Li's face was very bad, angry, resentful and tired. He pursed his lips and looked at her coldly. She was very embarrassed. She wanted to laugh at the corners of her mouth but couldn't laugh. First, she nodded to them and said, "Hello, uncle and aunt."

"Good!"

"What's good? I said, I don't want to see you again, and I don't want to see you again."

In front of Mo Li, Mo Jianling still wanted to give her some face. She didn't turn a blind eye to her like she was outside just now. Duanmuyun doesn't care who's face. She doesn't like it or doesn't like it. She never feels wronged.

At the same time, Mo Li frowned.

She said? When did she tell Cheng Qingyao? Just now? Before?

She just learned about his injury today? Cheng Qingyao refused to come downstairs just now because she had met and talked with her?

She narrows her eyes vigilantly and looks at Cheng Qingyao with sharp eyes. Her eyes are not red, swollen or crying. There is no change up and down and before, that is... There is a layer of light makeup on her face

light makeup?

What do you mean by light makeup?

In order to see them, I made up my makeup to make a good impression on them? Release Mo Qinglian's hand, he sat up with his arms. Mo Qinglian's hand was released and began to poke his face with his fingers and his left face.

Mo Li seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand. He shouted, "Yao Yao, I'm thirsty and want to drink water."

"OK!" Cheng Qingyao was staring at him with a guilty heart and walked sideways. Just two steps away, Duan Muyun picked up the water cup on the tea table and fell to the ground with a crisp sound and split: "go out, Cheng Qingyao, I let you go out. I told you not to get close to my son and don't hurt my son."

Mo Li frowned in disgust, but did not intervene. He stared at Cheng Qingyao to see how she would deal with it.

Cheng Qingyao chooses to be patient, clenches her fist and urges herself not to be angry, and continues to move forward.

Mo Qinglian is still enjoying herself. Her fingers keep poking Mo Li's face, one after another.

"..." duanmuyun is angry. Cheng Qingyao dares to ignore her and Mo Qinglian dares to turn his elbow out to sue for Cheng Qingyao. She was so angry that she grabbed the teapot and threw it on the ground again. Mo Jianling slowed down when she wanted to stop it: "Cheng Qingyao, are you deaf or dumb, or have you reached the point where you can live without shame? My words are so clear, don't you understand? Do you still want to stay here? What do you want from Mo Li? Car, house, or ticket..."

Cheng Qingyao couldn't bear it. She had enough and stood by the bed and fought back ruthlessly: "I don't want any tickets for the car or house. I just want Mo Li. Mo Li is your son and my husband. It's reasonable and legal for me to stay here to take care of my husband. If you can't accept it, please go out first. This is the ward. The patient needs a rest."

"You let me out??? You let me out??? Cheng Qingyao, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know what I'm talking about. Mrs. Mo, you're not only too noisy, but also don't respect the patient. Staying here will only affect Mo Li's rest. Please go out and go out."

"You, you, you... You go out, you go out, I won't quarrel again."

"I can go out, but the problem is who Moli wants to see more between me and you? I don't think he wants to see you now. In other words, if you stay here, you will either quarrel or nag endlessly. No matter what kind of phenomenon, you will affect his mood and affect his physical recovery. Sorry, I'm a little direct, but that's the reality."

"You... You... You..." Duan Muyun was out of breath. Her face turned blue and white and looked at Mo Jianling. He didn't help Cheng Qingyao or her. He handled the things he chose. Look at the Dean again. The Dean just didn't speak.

Look again.

Mo Li is laughing. Looking at Cheng Qingyao smiling, the unhappy look just now disappears... What's the situation? Is this still his husband or his son? Why don't you help her? Why do you indulge Cheng Qingyao to make her lose face?

Duanmuyun refused, refused, refused, stood up and asked with a fierce and cold expression: "I will not hurt him if I affect him. It is you, Cheng Qingyao, who nearly lost his life and lay here to suffer!"

"I don't deny that this is my fault, and I try my best to make up for it. I've been watching it for a few days. Now and in the future, I'll still do it until he recovers and leaves the hospital."

"He doesn't want you to keep..."

"He is not rare. It's not your has the final say..."

"Cheng Qingyao..."

"Mrs. Mo, let me remind you again that this is the ward. Your noise and noise will affect the patient's rest. Mo Li is your son. You should hope that he will recover and leave the hospital as soon as possible!"

"I..."

"Dean." Mo Li was very satisfied with Cheng Qingyao's performance. He interrupted Duan Muyun and asked the Dean, "when does our hospital open to the outside world? Unlimited visiting time? How long do I have to receive before I can lie down and rest?"

The Dean pretended to be very embarrassed and asked Mo Jianling awkwardly: "Mr. Mo, Dr. Mo's condition has stabilized. If you have a good rest, you can recover and leave the hospital in another week. There are a lot of people coming to see him today. You see, he is really tired. Otherwise, come here first today and come to see him tomorrow?"

"Yes." Mo Jianling was not as wordy as duanmuyun. He promised. He came to see Mo Li today. In fact, he wanted to find out. Depending on how things develop, Cheng Qingyao is more powerful than he thought and has more influence on Mo Li than he thought.

It's not bad to have influence on Mo Li, but it depends on how to use this influence!

He got up and walked out. Seeing duanmuyun still didn't go, he came back to take her back and reminded her with good words: "Mo Li needs to rest. You mother should also know how to love your son. Let's talk about anything after you leave the hospital. Lianer, let's go. When your brother leaves the hospital, let your brother take your sister-in-law home for a group meal, ok..."