Kiss You, Sweetheart

Then he and she exchanged places and stood in the direction of the traffic.

Demi's heart can't help but feel a little warm. At this time is the pedestrian green light, there will be no car after, but he is still considerate to protect her. These movements are subtle, but It is often these small movements that show concern.

After crossing the road, song Zhixin's hand naturally grasped her little hand and wrapped it in his palm. Demi wondered why his hands were not cold in the cold wind?

Six years ago, when she met him in summer, she never felt the warmth of his hand in winter.

It turned out that it was so warm.

At that time, the two did not seem to be so after dinner, holding hands, peaceful walk. Looking back now, six years ago, she had few days with him.

I don't know if song Zhixin is also looking back on the way to the ward. He didn't say a word, and his eyes are a little deep. Demi also quietly let him hold, quietly take the elevator, into the VIP ward area.

The elevator of the hospital is slow and crowded, but there are five floors, each floor has people in and out, and they are all patients. Song Zhixin holds Demi in his arms and uses his body to keep away from the touch of those people.

Demi can't help peeking at him. Song Zhixin's face is calm, as if these things are common among them.

The elevator finally stops on the fifth floor. Song Zhixin escorts Demi out of the elevator. A faint aroma comes to them, and a passing nurse smiles at them.

Demiton stepped down and said softly, "here we are."

With that, he twisted his waist and left song Zhixin's arms. He nodded to the bench beside him: "you can sit there and wait for me."

Song Zhixin

He didn't listen to Demi's arrangement. He walked to the smoking room beside him. His voice was also imperative: "give you a piece of time."

Demi: --

What? Is she going to take care of her father!

Staring at someone's arrogant background, Demi goes to Zheng Baogang's ward. Demi felt guilty for the late delivery of the meal. If song Zhixin hadn't pestered her once, she would have brought the meal to Zheng Baogang at least an hour in advance.

At this time, Zheng Baogang is sitting at the edge of the bed drinking water, Aunt Wang accompanied by. Seeing Demi, she said with a smile, "Miss Zheng, here you are."

Demi nodded and walked towards Zheng Baogang in a hurry. She opened the thermos on the bedside table and said, "Dad, you must be hungry. I'm a little unfamiliar with the surrounding environment, so I put it off in the supermarket for a while. "

She had to lie a little.

"Fortunately, at home, it's the same point to eat." Zheng Baogang said with a smile.

As soon as Demi opened the lunch box, he said, "it smells like your mother's cooking."

"Then you eat more." Demi picked up the meal and handed it to Zheng Baogang. "Dad, I'll send the meal early tomorrow. Tell me what you want to eat. I'll cook it for you."

"All good, all good." Zheng Baogang said contentedly.

Demi sat by and accompanied Zheng Baogang to dinner. She had forgotten the time song Zhixin said for a cigarette.

The two talked a lot about family customs.

Zheng Baogang thought of something and said, "by the way, your mother and brother will come this weekend.