Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

It was quiet in such a large ward.

Qiao xiaonuo is still resting. Mo Fenglin sits by the bed, holding his head in one hand, as if thinking.

Standing in front of the French window is Lu Yan.

He arrived earlier than Lu Mian. It seems that he has been standing for a while.

Hearing the footsteps, the two men turned their heads to look at her at the same time. Lu Mian carried a heat preservation food box and asked softly, "hasn't your sister woke up yet?"

"I woke up once. After taking medicine for a headache, I fell asleep again."

Mo Fenglin's subtle explanation.

Lu Mian and Lu Yan looked at each other. She put the insulated food box on the bedside table and her eyes fell on Qiao xiaonuo's face.

Lying on the hospital bed, she looked pale and breathed steadily, but her eyebrows were still gently closed.

There seems to be an irresistible melancholy.

Lu Mian doesn't know what happened to her. When she saw Chu City, she was obviously stimulated.

He glanced at Mo Fenglin without trace. Although he loved his sister very much, fake is fake and can never be true.

He accompanied his sister with the name and identity of Chu City, acted as her boyfriend, and enjoyed the rights brought to him by the relationship of boyfriend.

But what about the real Chu City?

Far away in a foreign country, I can't even see my sister. What's more sad is that my sister forgot him.

Easily, let another person play his identity and stay with her.

Personally, Lu Mian is biased towards Chu city.

She was an outsider who saw everything from the beginning. It has been a year since Chu Cheng was hospitalized.

At first, she was shocked and surprised to learn that Chu city had been sacrificed.

After the accident, there was only deep pity and sympathy.

"Yuanyuan, do you have anything to say?"

To the eyes of Shangmo Fenglin, Lu Mian flustered staggered his eyes, "No."

Mo Fenglin nodded. He looked complex and worried. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Lu Mian came to the French window and stood with Lu Yan. Lu Yan glanced at her, "sister, are you worried?"

"... No."

"It's a lie. You can see it at a glance."

"I said no, No." Lu Mian clapped his outstretched hand and looked irritable. "Don't ask, little boy."

A baby boy?

Who are you talking about?

Lu Yan pinched her face discontentedly and protested, "Lu Yuanyuan, who do you say is a little child?"

"Xiaoman, let go!"

"You apologize."

"You let go first..."

In the noisy voices of his sister and brother, Qiao xiaonuo woke up. When he opened his eyes, his mind was still a little confused.

I don't know where I am.

A few seconds later, she heard Mo Fenglin's voice, concerned and nervous, "little glutinous rice, how do you feel?"

She slowly looked around, saw the worried look on his face, and smiled at him, "I'm fine."

"Sister."

Lu Yan and Lu Mian stopped making noise at the same time and rushed over.

"Sister, are you okay?" Lu Yan stretched out his hand and explored her forehead. "Does the head still hurt?"

Lu Mian also asked, "sister, your head doesn't hurt?"

"I'm fine. You two don't have to worry."

"How can you not worry." Lu Mian whispered and was about to go on. He realized that Mo Fenglin was still here. Some words were really inconvenient to say.

So I had to shut up for a while.

Lu Yan changed the topic, "are you hungry, sister? Here is a specially prepared Soup for you and dinner. Let's have it together. "