Ningning is the name of Gu Ye’s adopted daughter.
Hearing this, Gu Ye's brows did not relax, but the look he gave Jiang Yue became even more fierce, and there was even a hint of disgust.
Jiang Yue shrank her neck guiltily and looked away, not looking at Gu Ye.
It's no wonder that Jiang Yue felt guilty. After her original self married Gu Ye, she never took care of Ningning at all. Her original self didn't like children, and she disliked Gu Ye's children even more. She was usually not nice to Ningning.
The original person was really stupid and bad. This time when she came to the provincial capital to recognize her relatives, she actually gave Ningning alcohol, got the three-year-old girl drunk, and then ran away.
So the original body did not dare to go back after being driven out of the Ji family. She was afraid that Gu Ye would come to settle the score with her. Unexpectedly, Gu Ye actually came to find her and happened to appear to save her when she fell into the lake.
Gu Ye was silent for a moment, then he said in a deep voice: "Stay here for one night! We'll see how things go tomorrow!"
Jiang Yue could feel that Gu Ye's attitude towards her was very cold, but she still puffed her cheeks and said, "But Gu Ye, it's too noisy here, I can't rest well here!"
Jiang Yue is afraid of death, but she is more afraid of noise.
This is an eight-person ward. Apart from her, the other beds are occupied. There are more than a dozen people including patients and their families. There is no curtain between the beds, so there is really no privacy at all.
Moreover, those people kept staring at her and Gu Ye, making Jiang Yue feel uncomfortable.
Gu Ye looked up and saw that there were too many people in the ward and it was very noisy, just like a vegetable market. It was definitely not a place to rest and recuperate.
"Wait for me a moment!" Gu Ye got up and went out.
Jiang Yue watched Gu Ye's tall and straight figure disappear outside the door, and then she heard someone talking to her.
"Girl, who is that soldier comrade to you?"
The person who spoke had an accent. She was a young woman who lived in the bed next to Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue smiled and said, "It's my husband!"
"Husband? What?" the woman wondered.
"A husband is a husband." Jiang Yue pursed her lips. She caught a glimpse of a figure outside the door and paused. She smiled and said, "He is my man!"
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