His Sunny Wife

Xia xiaonuan nodded, wiped the tears on her face and said with trembling: "thank you Thank you... "

The little nurse patted her on the head, handed her a tissue and turned away.

Xia xiaonuan looks at the door of the operating room and turns grief into joy. He wipes the tears on his face with a paper towel. But the tears still flow down, and he doesn't know whether he is happy or sad.

She lingered at the door of the operating room with a smile and tears on her face. Like a child, a little at a loss.

Namo, you're ok You're OK, great That's great!

As long as you're OK, let me do anything As long as you're OK, I'll be fine

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outside the intensive care unit.

Xia xiaonuan wears a blue isolation suit and pushes the door open.

This is a serious disease monitoring room. The doctor said that although the patient was out of danger temporarily, the patient's intracranial hematocele has been cleared, but it still needs to be observed for a period of time.

Next to him were some cold instruments. His bed was by the window, lying on the bed in his sick clothes with bandages on his head.

The sound of "Di Di" instrument came from the air, mixed with the sound of "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh.

She felt as if there was a thread pulling her feet and walking slowly towards him.

His face was pale and thin, and his lips were bloodless.

She looked at him in front of her and suddenly felt strange.

Nanmo in my memory is not like this. In the past, every time she had a cold and a fever, she would stay by the bed, take care of her, bring her tea and water, and tell her jokes.

She always felt that Nanmo was like a superman. Whenever she needed him, he would stay by her peak.

But never thought that one day, he would fall down, just like now, lying in bed, let her come to visit.

But time has changed. She and he are no longer the carefree children. They have grown up. Time has changed their faces and changed too many things.

She sat by the bed, watching him quietly, with a greedy glance across his cheek, eyebrows, eyes, nose, even lips and chin.

At this moment, she can finally look at him without fear.

Since they met again, they have changed from strangers at the beginning to friends and confidants And then they became enemies.

All this is because of July 7, because he thinks about it day and night, unforgettable.

She held out her hand and put it on his frowned brow. Even in a coma, he was still unhappy. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she could guess it.

Nangong Yaoling left. She received a call from Zhong Li. She thought Nangong Yaoling had come to the hospital. Now it seems that Nangong Yaoling didn't know that Shaochen had an accident.

In this way, Nangong Yaoling probably went to find Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue finally made a move and hurt Nan Mo severely. Then she turned and threw herself into another arms and gave her a thorough revenge.

Xia xiaonuan reaches out and grabs Liang Shaochen's hand.

The palm of his hand is warm. She uses her fingertips to make some mischievous lines in his palm, just like when she was a child, she likes to draw in his palm.

Sometimes he draws a smiling face with a pen and willfully forbids him to wash it off; sometimes he draws a watch on his wrist, sometimes he draws a few stars on his fingertips.

Nanmo is not willing to use her pretty finger as a drawing board. She also draws her with a pen.