The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Yang Yunhai stood there motionless, looking at the girl who was still in a coma on the hospital bed.

Is something wrong with her?

I always look happy when I see her on weekdays.

But from her being held in his arms, even though she was unconscious, he still felt sadness and discomfort from her.

Xiao Bing Zhang Ran didn't think of it. He was just curious to verify whether he was wrong, and then he saw a scarf on the snow.

Forgive him for coming to know it was a scarf.

When he saw the scarf, he made sure he didn't look at the dazzle, because the girl he saw before had such things.

However, the reaction of their captain was much faster than that of him.

He jumped into the pit and took the girl out.

In other words, this girl's life is really big. If it weren't for this scarf on it, who would know that she would fall into the pit.

But a good little girl, if she doesn't take it well at home in snowy days and run to the mountains, isn't she afraid?

Zhang Ran can't understand Gu Lingling's mind, but Yang Yunhai knows.

He clearly remembered that Gu Lingling's mother was buried in the mountain. He just couldn't figure out why she went to see her mother at this time?

Is today a special day?

Yang Yunhai was thinking in his heart, and he saw the girl lying on the bed frowning and talking constantly.

"Zhao Yu, what's the matter with her?" Yang Yunhai hurriedly called Zhao Yu and asked.

"No, it's supposed to wake up." Zhao Yu lifted Gu Lingling's eyelids and examined her again. "Is she stimulated today?"

That's why I've been unconscious?

Zhao Yu is going to be speechless. Can the child still live well?

The last time he came to the hospital, he had already reminded him to be open-minded and not to worry about everything.

Well, the girl didn't listen at all.

Zhao Yutong doesn't like people who don't follow the doctor's advice, such as the ice sculpture standing next to him.

Who can I show my black face to?

"How do I know?" Yang Yunhai went back with a dark face.

What's the look in Zhao Yu's eyes?

"When will she wake up?"

"You're here to watch carefully. Call me whenever you have anything." Ask him when he will wake up, and he doesn't know now.

"Wake up and relax this girl. Don't carve your face with ice. Who can't faint again after seeing you like this?" Zhao Yu patted Yang Yunhai on the shoulder and left decisively to check other rooms.

Yang Yunhai, "..."

What skill is relief? He doesn't seem to be able to.

"Well..."

At this time, Gu Lingling frowned on the bed and snorted miserably.

"Girl, Gu Lingling." Yang Yunhai put his big palm on her small face and gently rubbed her frown with his calloused thumb. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everything will pass."

It seemed that Gu Lingling was comforted, or his voice was too safe. As expected, Gu Lingling's eyebrows did not frown again.

Yang Yunhai just wanted to pull away his hand, when he saw the girl's eyebrows seemed to frown again.

He put his calloused palm on her cheek.

Like a obedient and clever cat, the girl gently pressed her cheek on her palm.

It seems that in this way, we can transfer his strength to ourselves.

Yang Yunhai just sat there straight.

And his other hand was stuck on his face by the girl.

This feeling... Is a little subtle

For a moment, Yang Yunhai didn't know how to describe it?