I felt terrible and said hesitantly, "What's that look in your eyes?"
He grabbed my hand that was pointing everywhere, and his voice was even more hoarse and aggrieved than usual. "What do you think? I'm really angry!"
I am so familiar with this look. Whenever I say I am sleepy, he looks at me with this look, which makes me have to raise my hands in surrender every time.
So the doctor asked me what I wanted to do?
I simply can't stand this stuffy guy's silent coquettishness, okay!
Seeing my expression, which was difficult to describe, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Honey, do you know what the doctor said to me just now when he stopped me at the hospital?"
"What did you say?"
I wrinkled my face and replied, "Isn't it just the doctor's instructions on how to take care of my body before the surgery to help with the surgery?"
Who would have thought that this man would just purse his lips and look at me with a sly smile.
It was not until we returned to the villa and he held me with one hand and pulled the curtains in the bedroom in broad daylight that I understood what that naughty smile on his face meant.
It’s hard to imagine that the doctor just now would give such an outrageous medical advice!
Time passes by, leaving a mess behind.
I covered my tear-swollen eyes and didn't want to look at him.
He pulled my hand away and placed it on my chest. While massaging me with one hand, he said seriously, "The doctor said that repeated stimulation of the nerves will increase the chances of success. This treatment must be done three times a day!"
I was speechless and choked. I punched his chest and said dissatisfiedly, "You think this is eating? Besides, I'm not even hungry..."
He seemed to be smiling, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of my nose. When we met, the corners of his eyes smiled particularly passionately...
Before I knew it, the children who had gone to their interest classes had returned home, and he reluctantly picked me up from the bed and went downstairs.
When we got down to the first floor, I was placed on a soft recliner. Nan Nan and Chen Chen placed the painting they had learned today in front of me and excitedly told me about the contents of the painting.
They both said that their own family portrait was the best looking, and they almost started arguing. Little Q, who was lying at my feet with the same broken leg as me, watched this scene with the same expression of squinting eyes as its owner, watching the fun happily.
Nannan pointed at the mother in her own painting and said, "My mother is so beautiful, yours is so ugly!"
Chenchen, with his hands on his hips and an expression of "I don't care, I don't care," argued with his head held high, "My painting of Mom is a spiritual resemblance, do you understand? You only painted Mom's appearance, not her soul!"
As they were talking, the two people who were arguing fiercely turned the conversation to me and asked me who asked the better question?
I was stuck between the two of them, not knowing who to help. I looked at Zhou Bingchen for help, "Husband, please tell me, who draws better, the sister or the brother?"
Suddenly, an unfamiliar male voice sounded behind me, interrupting Zhou Binchen to answer my question.
"I think your mother, whether in body or soul, as long as she is the mother in your memory, she is the most beautiful mother in your heart!"
I looked in the direction of the sound and noticed the calm man who had been standing behind the children.
He stood under the dazzling chandelier, his strong facial features shrouded in the light with an unreal beauty, and he seemed to have a temperament that did not match his age and calm face, which made people take a second look at him.
"Who are you?"
I asked suspiciously.
The man not far away walked up to me slowly and stretched out his hand to me.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Yi Feng, the psychologist recommended by Professor Xu!"
The man moved closer, and as the shadow fell, I stared at the strange man in front of me and was momentarily dazed.
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