Liu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the diamond ring on her finger, and suddenly felt that her finger was not so heavy anymore.
All the heartache in my heart disappeared.
I even felt that the diamond ring on my finger was more dazzling than when I saw it just now.
It's really beautiful.
Yan Yan smiled and said in surprise, "Really? Exquisite imitation? Uncle, you mean you bought it on Taobao, right?"
Song Ling nodded imperceptibly, "Yeah."
Liu Zhiyuan happily stood up from the hospital bed, jumped forward, hugged the uncle, and hooked her legs around his strong waist.
"Great, uncle, you're amazing. I just read that magazine yesterday, and you bought me the same thing on Taobao in the same afternoon. By the way, which courier was it? At that speed? SF Express? SF Express also has to be delivered the next day, right?"
Song Ling quickly held her soft little body in his arms, "Same-city logistics."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, I forgot about intra-city logistics. I'm so touched. You're so good at picking up girls, I'm so happy..."
Song Ling looked at her ecstatic expression, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.
He looked around with a deep gaze, and after making sure that she was not uncomfortable because of such a violent action, a hint of pampering flashed in his eyes.
Liu Zhiyuan hugged the uncle's neck, wrapped her legs tightly around him, and happily raised her hands and waved them in the air.
"Uncle, look at my diamond ring. It's really beautiful."
"Uncle, look at me again. I feel like I'm going to die of happiness..."
She made a fuss, but he just held her little body, looked at her silently, and raised his lips.
After a while, she finally felt a little tired.
She pestered the uncle to lie with her for a while. She lay on his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. Suddenly, she asked impulsively, "Uncle, you are so nice to me. Why do you like me so much?"
This question made Song Ling pause in his action of stroking her hair, and his chest trembled slightly.
After Liu Zhiyuan asked this question, she also felt that it was a bit too artificial.
She smiled sheepishly.
"Well, you don't have to answer this question. After all, this question is a bit too sudden. It's normal for you to like me or not."
Song Ling turned his eyes and looked at her.
"I'm so cute, it's normal for you to like me. We've only been married for a month, it's normal for you not to like me."
Liu Zhiyuan explained it so playfully.
Song Ling thought her noisy personality was quite special.
Liu Zhiyuan rubbed against the uncle's arms for a while, then turned over and pressed on the uncle's chest, supporting her chin with one hand and magnifying it.
"Uncle, I will make you like me. The kind of like that you can't stop loving. The kind that you will miss if you can't see me for a day, no, an hour."
Song Ling raised his lips and touched her long hair, "Eat breakfast."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled happily.
The painting styles in different wards of the same hospital are obviously different.
The ward here was filled with laughter and joy, while the air in Duan Zichen's ward was filled with depression.
Since waking up that night, Duan Zichen has had a low fever and looks very bad due to the wound infection.
When Pei Xiaoxiao pushed the door open, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
When he saw that the person coming was Pei Xiaoxiao, he closed his eyes tiredly, because that little figure kept appearing in his mind.
"Zi Chen, I cooked porridge for you. Would you like to try it?" She put down the thermal box.
Duan Zichen closed his eyes, didn't look at her, and said coldly: "Get lost!"
Pei Xiaoxiao's smile was a little unnatural. After taking a deep breath, she smiled gently like a spring breeze.
"Zichen, don't lose your temper easily. I know patients will be in a bad mood if they lie like this for a long time. The weather outside is very nice today, have some porridge. Later, can I take you for a walk?"
Duan Zichen still ignored her and treated her as air.
He had been doing this to her all week.
Many times, the attitude is even worse than it is now.
But Pei Xiaoxiao didn’t know what was going on.
Pei Xiaoxiao didn't mind his attitude. She unscrewed the thermal box and poured out two bowls of fragrant porridge.
One bowl for Zichen and one bowl for Li Shuzhen.
Li Shuzhen had been with her every night before, so she did everything she could to take care of Li Shuzhen.
But now Li Shuzhen has gone home to change clothes.
She picked up one of the bowls of porridge and stirred it gently with a spoon, letting the aroma of the porridge drift into the ward.
She stirred it for a while, then handed it to Zichen's lips.
She said softly, "Come, eat a little. Try to see if my cooking skills have deteriorated. If you eat more, your body will recover quickly, so you can be discharged earlier..."
Before she could finish her words, Duan Zichen impatiently slapped the porridge in his hand to the ground, and the fragrant porridge spilled all over the floor, still steaming.
Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes were red with grievance, but she bit her lip and whispered, "Zichen, is it not to your liking? If you don't like porridge, I can bring something else tomorrow. Don't lose your temper, your health is important."
At this moment, she was humble.
Lin Jinrong stood at the door and tried to persuade her again and again, but Pei Xiaoxiao was too stubborn and refused to give up.
She really couldn't do anything but feel heartbroken, sigh, and feel helpless.
Duan Zichen in the ward was very unhappy.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to ask how Liu Zhiyuan was doing.
At that time, Li Shuzhen angrily told him that Liu Zhiyuan was fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and since then he has been looking forward to Liu Zhiyuan's visit.
They were taken to the hospital together, probably to the same hospital.
He saved her and was injured so badly, she should come to see him.
However, he waited a week.
No, today is the eighth day.
She never visited him once.
He knew that Liu Zhiyuan still couldn't forgive him.
It happened that Pei Xiaoxiao, the person he least wanted to see, came to the hospital every day and walked back and forth in front of him, which really annoyed him.
Pei Xiaoxiao silently squatted down and picked up the bowl on the ground. She didn't feel any resentment, but there was a hint of grievance in her tone. "Zichen, do you want to eat something else? I'll go buy it for you later."
Duan Zichen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of fatigue and disgust, his words were cold,
"Pei Xiaoxiao, how many times do I have to tell you before you understand? There's no way between you and me. The last thing I want to see right now is you. Why can't you listen?"
Pei Xiaoxiao stopped cleaning the bowl and gritted her teeth, "I'm your fiancée. I should come to see you and take care of you."
Duan Zichen helplessly held his forehead and gritted his teeth, "Pei Xiaoxiao, leave! Leave now!"
He suddenly screamed, Pei Xiaoxiao's hands trembled, and the fragments scratched the back of her hand, causing a bloody wound.
She took a deep breath in pain and looked at Zichen with tears in her eyes, "Zichen, don't be so mean to me..."
Duan Zichen couldn't stand it any longer.
"Pei Xiaoxiao, you don't even have self-respect? The more humble you are, the less I want to see you. I don't have any feelings for you at all, don't you understand?"
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