Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

Han Jingshu looked at the gauze on Nangong Cheng's face, some angry, more helpless.

"He hasn't woke up yet. I heard from his attending doctor that his foot injury is inflamed. You can rest assured. His life is hard. He can't die. " Han Jingshu stood up and pressed her friend on the pillow again.

"I'm not worried. No matter what it is, I have to thank him, or I can still lie here. Well... I want to leave the hospital. Take me back. The last place I want Cong in my life is here, Shu Shu... "Nangong Cheng shook Han Jingshu's hand and prayed with a face.

"But... But your fever hasn't subsided."

"Has our relationship always been the best?"

Han Jingshu nodded and finally frowned and agreed.

Han Jingshu looked at the rainstorm outside the window and slapped the glass.

"Chengcheng, tomorrow morning, the rain is too heavy now. Listen to me. I'll get you something to eat. " Han Jingshu then went out, leaving Nangong Cheng curled up and looked at the dark night sky.

He's fine. He's fine. Nangong Cheng also hates that her heart is always so soft, but Ji Liangchuan doesn't seem to be so bad to herself.

Should she forgive him?

Should I?

Nangong Cheng closed her eyes, and all in her mind was the scene of Ji Liangchuan holding her tightly in her arms, which was vivid and lingering. It was like being possessed by a devil, and his desperate look flashed in his head.

"I'll go and see President Ji." Han Jingshu said, and the bodyguard let her in.

Han Jingshu stood in front of Ji Liangchuan's bed. He slept well. But there was a trace of gloom in his eyebrows. He was so vigilant even when he slept. How sincere could he be to Nangong Cheng?

Han Jingshu looked at the records in the record book. It seemed that he was seriously injured this time. Even so, she didn't think he was pathetic, but hateful.

Ji Liangchuan never woke up. Han Jingshu looked again and measured her temperature. Her fever had subsided.

"Take good care of it. Mr. Ji will wake up soon." Han Jingshu told the bodyguard.

"Thank you!"

Han Jingshu warmed up the porridge. When she went back, she found that nangongcheng had fallen asleep. She sat down gently, looked at her pale face, shook her head, turned off the light and went back to the lounge to have a rest.

It rained all night until six o'clock.

"Sir, you finally wake up. Is that uncomfortable? I'll call a doctor... "

"No, push me to the second lady's ward!"

The bodyguard hesitated and agreed.

The scratch on Ji Liangchuan's face looked ferocious, which did not reflect his original domineering and fierce.

The bodyguard pushed Ji Liangchuan to nangongcheng's ward. Nangongcheng was still asleep and slipped on the ground all her life.

The bodyguard looked and hurriedly picked up the quilt and covered Nangong Cheng. Ji Liangchuan's face looked good.

The porridge on the table has long been cold.

Ji Liangchuan's sight was always on Nangong Cheng. The bodyguard behind him soon went out, retreated and guarded the door.

Ji Liangchuan held Nangong Cheng's cold hand, and his hair scattered on his face, covering the scars on his face.

"How can I treat you so that you can... Let you..."

Nangong Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ji Liangchuan's scratched face.