His Long Love

"Even if you want her to get worse." The light words of Ji Wanzhou floated over and could not hear any emotion. "The doctor said that everything should follow her as much as possible, otherwise the patient would easily have self doubt, which was not conducive to the recovery of the disease."

It's rare for Ji Wanzhou to say so much.

Meng Qingge's steps are not stopped, as if he did not hear what Ji Wanzhou said just now.

When she came to the back garden, she helped Xu Xiaohui to go home by car. Unexpectedly, Xu Xiaohui didn't want to go home and had to live here, so she had to agree.

Xu Xiaohui lives in the master bedroom on the third floor. However, she refuses to let Meng Qingge go. Meng Qingge has to sleep with her.

At night, listening to Xu Xiaohui's calm breath, Meng Qingge tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. So she put on her nightgown and went to the back garden, sitting on the swing thinking about things.

Clearly mother got senile dementia, why is now a little bit psychotic feeling? For example, she didn't want to go home and cry like a three-year-old.

But Ji Wanzhou said that he could take it home.

No, I have to ask clearly, but when I look at the time on my mobile phone, it is already 12 o'clock in the morning, so I have to call the doctor again tomorrow.

When Meng Qingge went up to the second floor, he was picked up by Ji Wanzhou, and he was shocked and said, "let go."

The eye son of season evening boat is dark, the corner of the mouth hooks out a few minutes smile, "I say not to put?"

Meng Qingge knew that if he could hold on, he would hold him back to the master bedroom on the second floor. It was another toss, so he sighed, "I'm very tired."

I heard that she was tired in her tone. It was not like pretending. Ji Wanzhou still took her back to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Mr. Ji, I'm very tired." Meng Qingge did not expect or was held by him, frowned, "I want to sleep."

"Sleep here." Season evening boat put her gently on the big round bed, "with me, I don't touch you, rest assured."

Meng Qingge didn't believe his lies, so he sat up from the bed, but he laid him down again.

But, Meng Qingge is also too lazy to argue with him again, the quilt pulled to sleep in the past, after all, she is really tired.

Night without a dream, Ji Wanzhou really did not touch her.

On the second day, Meng Qingge had a relatively small number of scenes. He finished shooting at noon. Thinking that there were still some things in Ji Yao's apartment, he was ready to move out.

After I went to the apartment, I didn't hear anything this time. I took out the key from my bag and opened the door.

Ji Yao noticed that someone came in and thought it was Ji Mengyao. After all, Ji Mengyao was the only one who came here, so he called out, "honey?"

Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows. It seemed that Ji Yao was at home. She thought there was no one at home, so she began to pack up her things.

Ji Yao came out to see that it was Meng Qingge. The whole person was stunned, and then he hurried to her.

"Qingge, you are back!" Ji Yao didn't expect that she would come back again. He was very happy. "I knew you would forgive me. I knew you would come back!"

He thought she came back to forgive him? What's the international joke? Meng Qingge's eyes with a mockery, the corners of the mouth gently hook, only quietly pick up things, do not speak.

Ji Yao looks at Meng Qingge and puts all her things in the suitcase. Then he realizes that something is wrong. Meng Qingge doesn't want to forgive him, but to really leave him!

"Qingge! Don't do that, you listen to me! " Ji Yao turns around Meng Qingge, but he doesn't dare to stop her packing up. "I'm really confused for a moment. I'm drunk and take Feng Shumo as you. I'm a man..."

"Are you a man?" Meng Qingge picked up the hands of things to pause, a smile, "so on their own adoptive mother?"

"I was so confused that I drank too much, just once, really!" Ji Yao explained in a hurry, "it's really just once!"

"Once?" Meng Qingge looked at Ji Yao coldly, "OK, I'll ask you again, what's wrong with this picture."

Meng Qingge takes out his mobile phone from his pocket, opens his wechat chat record with Wang Meilin, turns to the photo, opens it, and hands it to Ji Yao.