Good Morning, Dear

Mo Li's health is actually very poor.

The sequelae of the head trauma tormented him for years. He either took medicine to relieve pain or drank alcohol to anesthetize him. The doctor told him to pay attention to rest. He either had insomnia or woke up in the middle of the night.

In the past four years, he hasn't slept a complete sleep. If he can sleep four hours at a time, he must be praised.

He can live to the present, all rely on one word, support.

Today, I'm tired... I'm too tired to move, so I want to cheat... I can't wake up. I know she's calling him. He just can't wake up. His eyelids are as heavy as a mountain, so he can't lift them. Head still hurts, heart piercing pain, so painful that I want to take my head off and kick it as a ball

Want to say, can't say.

I want to cry, but I can't make a sound.

Want to curl up and relax, and listen to her cry: "don't move, don't move, don't move, you have to run the needle again, and you have to tie it again."

He didn't dare to move again, not afraid of needles, but afraid that she was too worried.

He has annoyed her and worried her. She probably won't want him again.

However, Yao Yao, pain, cold... Shivering with cold, his upper and lower teeth knocking "Da Da" loud

"What's the matter?" Cheng Qingyao knelt down. He had covered two big quilts. The air conditioner had been heated to 30 degrees. She and the doctor were sweating all over, but he was still shivering. Did he want to light a fire to burn himself so that he wouldn't be cold?

Zhang Yangfei has contacted his private doctor. The private doctor called her and she asked the doctor invited by the hotel to answer. The two communicated that the root cause of the problem was not excessive blood loss, but the old injury to the head.

Give him the pain first!

The doctor didn't have painkillers and went to the hospital to buy them. Cheng Qingyao was alone in the hotel, staring at the potion and massaging his head. When he said he had a headache, she gave him a massage.

He said, "no painkillers can compare with your hands. If you help me massage, I will soon have no pain and sleep well." at that time, their feelings were still very good. There was no scandal of beauty and no secret of the gold Lord's life experience.

At that time, she wanted to live well with him, make up for him and prevent him from suffering from this headache. As long as he hurts, she presses him and sleeps with him. As long as he is well, she can do anything.

However, it backfired. They walked askew.

There was no him on her road, and there was no her in his world... Tears fell and fell on his face. His eyelashes trembled, there was water, and it rained?

Cheng Qingyao cried uncontrollably. She felt very uncomfortable. It was really uncomfortable. The past was unbearable to look back. It was painful to think of any detail. I really hated him when I left. When I arrived in England, I really missed him. When I returned home, I didn't want to continue with him. After being kissed by him, she changed her mind again.

Tell yourself that she still loves him!

If possible, she still wants to continue with him, so that she can have a complete home.

But what the hell is Miss Ji? What the hell is Miss Lin? Clearly agreed not to care about him, but now she has such heartache. What the hell?

She felt painful and uncomfortable. She was angry. She stretched out her hand and punched him: "I'm going crazy. I'm going to be tortured and crazy by you. What do you say I should do? What should I do?" her head often hurts when she was injured for the first time. How does the head hurt the second time? To what extent can he have such a high fever? in

It's going crazy!

It's going crazy!

All her principles were abandoned, and she lingered between hesitation and contradiction... He also worked hard, couldn't wake up, couldn't wake up, but turned over and threw up by the bed... Retch, couldn't spit out anything, and was tired of sweating

It's also a good thing!

Sweating, the fever on her body obviously subsided, and her eyes could also be opened. Looking at her, she seemed to know or not. She looked at her stupidly. After looking at her for a long time, she stretched out her hand and wiped the tears on her face with her fingertips: "Yao Yao, don't cry, don't hurt, I'm used to it."

"Wow", Cheng Qingyao quit and sat on the ground crying with her knees in her arms. What do you mean, she's used to it? What is used to?

When the doctor came back from buying medicine, he heard the crying and thought something had happened. He was so frightened that he called a man to break in. I saw him lying on the bed panting, sweating, and his fever subsided. The whole person was fine. There was no problem at all. Why did she cry?

"Scared? Or something happened?" the doctor helped her from the ground to the sofa, and then put the paper towel on her to make her cry enough. Then he hurriedly turned around to help Mo Li and injected the liquid medicine into the hose to relieve the pain first.

After all, check Mo Li's blood pressure and blood rhythm: "blood pressure is a little low. In addition to headache, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Stomachache." when he answered the doctor's words, his eyes looked at Cheng Qingyao, so far and so vague. The clear cry was in his ears, but people always felt that they were not around him. Just like when I was sick before, I could always hear her crying in my ear... Don't leave, don't die, I don't want you to die... When I opened my eyes, I could see her in front of me, but when I reached out and touched her, she disappeared

"Painkillers can stop the stomach..."

Before the doctor finished, he shook his head and said weakly, "I'm hungry... I want to eat... Porridge..."

"Oh, good." the doctor called the service desk to send white porridge, and then asked Cheng Qingyao to wash his face. Don't cry anymore: "it's all right. It's already good. When his private doctor comes, his situation will be better than now. It's all right, don't worry!"

Cheng Qingyao felt that he was really useless. As soon as all kinds of decisions came to him, they all became a kind of decision. Back off, let go. She sobbed into the bathroom and came out with red eyes when she didn't cry at all.

The porridge had been delivered. The doctor held it in his hand and fed it to him. He just didn't open his mouth. The doctor is not stupid. He knows he is waiting for her. Otherwise, why does he keep looking at her? Why does she keep crying?

Obviously, they have an affair. It's estimated that they quarreled. In the cold war!

Call her over: "you feed him. His liquid is almost finished. I have to get a bottle of salt water from the car."

"OK." Cheng Qingyao walked over, took the bowl, sat on the edge of the bed and scooped out a spoon to feed him. Originally, she had stopped crying, but in the twinkling of an eye, when she saw his pale face, she couldn't help but feel sad. Her eyes were red, tears gushed up, slid down her face, quickly turned her head, wiped it with the back of her hand and didn't let him see it.

How can he not see?

Afraid of her crying, he didn't dare to sleep. He was afraid of falling asleep and couldn't wake up. He kept staring... Hey, there are drugs for headache and stomach pain. Is there any medicine for heart pain? Reaching out to hold her hand, I found that she carried a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. If she held it high, no one could make it.

Sigh!

feel sad!

Swallowing the white porridge she sent him, the more he ate, the less he tasted... He wanted to eat her rice and shredded meat noodles. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't taste it: "Cheng Qingyao, I am single and have a three-year-old son who is ten minutes older than Niannian. In terms of situation, we are almost the same. In terms of mind, I want to give my children a complete home like you. Nan Youjin is unreliable, and his friends are even unreliable. You should not consider me before you date them. I will certainly treat you as if you have already seen Niannian..."