Chapter 88 It's a pity, she's already the daughter of Commander Lou.
The hospital bed wasn't big, and it was a bit crowded for two people to lie down.
Nie Zhengyun lay down a little to the side, and the little dumpling nestled in his arm as if they were old friends.
Mao Mao opened her backpack and took out candy from inside.
"Uncle, are you feeling any better today? Are you still in pain?"
Nie Zhengyun said, "Thanks to Miss Lou, I'm much better now."
"I brought you some chocolate today. My aunt just bought it for me."
Thank you.
Nie Zhengyun felt the little dumpling moving around beside him, like a little puppy nuzzling him enthusiastically, radiating warmth.
He lowered his eyes and saw her harmonica in her open backpack.
Nie Zhengyun said gently, "I heard Miss Lou playing the harmonica just now."
When he heard music coming from the next ward, he knew that a young girl had arrived.
I started to look forward to it as soon as I heard the music.
"Mmm," Mao Mao said, "Third brother said that if you listen to music, you'll get better faster."
"I see."
Nie Zhengyun asked with a smile, "I'm also injured. Miss Lou, could you play a tune for me?"
Mao Mao held her harmonica and thought for a moment, then shook her head: "My brother is sleeping, it will wake him up."
"Is that so? What a pity." Nie Zhengyun said regretfully, "Miss Lou plays the harmonica so beautifully, but unfortunately I was next door and couldn't hear it very clearly. I wonder when I'll be able to enjoy it."
The subordinate standing nearby: "..."
The subordinate looked over in silence.
strangeness.
Their leader was shot in the shoulder, not the ear, right?
On the first day of hospitalization, wasn't it because you thought the sound was unpleasant that you asked him to stop it?
But these words clearly pleased Mao Mao greatly.
She smiled sweetly, dimples appearing on her cheeks, tilted her head back, and looked at the kind uncle with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Uncle, do you really think I play it very well?"
Nie Zhengyun: "Of course."
"Then... I'll play it for you next time!" Mao Mao grabbed her harmonica, happily swinging her little feet and twirling them in the air: "When my brother doesn't sleep next time, I'll play it for you!"
But she would only come to visit her neighbor after her brother had gone to sleep.
Nie Zhengyun did not expose him.
He said in a gentle tone, "Okay, then it's a date. Miss Lou, please don't forget our agreement."
No way!
Mao Mao raised her short little finger, and Nie Zhengyun smiled slightly, then extended his own little finger and hooked it with hers.
A three-year-old's hands are very small, with a few cute little dimples on the back of their hands. When they make a fist, it's just a soft, fluffy ball, and it feels like it has no bones, just flesh, which can be easily wrapped in the palm of your hand.
Holding this lump of flesh, Nie Zhengyun couldn't help but chuckle.
"Miss Lou, besides chocolate, what else did you bring me today?"
"There's more, there's more."
Mao Mao continued rummaging through her backpack and took out a green frog.
Nie Zhengyun: "A frog?"
These are Mao Mao's toys.
It's a green tin frog with a wind-up spring at the back. Once wound up, the frog hops forward. Mom bought it for Mao Mao, and Mao Mao loves playing with it.
Mao Mao handed the frog to him: "Uncle, this is for you to play with."
Nie Zhengyun: "How do you play this?"
"Uncle, I'll teach you."
Mao Mao climbed off the hospital bed again.
She leaned her lower body out, slid down to the ground, and squatted down.
She wound up the frog, and it hopped forward. She chased after it, and quickly caught it.
"Uncle, that's how you play."
Nie Zhengyun leaned against the hospital bed and said cooperatively, "I see."
Mao Mao ran back holding the frog: "Uncle, you can play too."
Nie Zhengyun: "..."
The subordinate turned his back on himself.
Nie Zhengyun hesitated for a moment, then gladly accepted the little girl's kindness, wound up the frog's back, and then chased after it just like the little girl.
The shoulder injury didn't affect his mobility much; he was still agile when chasing the clumsy frog and caught it easily.
He had a great time playing with a wind-up frog that was fun for toddlers but too boring for adults, and spent most of the afternoon with the little girl.
The subordinate faces the wall, eyes down, mind at ease.
A row of children's toys, such as wind-up frogs, were displayed on the windowsill.
It was all brought by that little girl these past few days.
She remembered what the kind uncle had said about being afraid of pain and loneliness, so in addition to bringing candy, she also brought a lot of her own toys to share with him so that he wouldn't be too bored during his hospital stay.
Completely disregarding how childish those toys are for an adult.
His subordinate stared blankly at the patterns on the wall, his fierce face twitching slightly.
The day before yesterday, he even saw their Master Nie playing cat's cradle with that little kid!
This is Master Nie, the top leader of the Green Gang, a man who wields absolute power in the gray areas of Haicheng!
What magic does this little baby possess?
The little girl's innocent laughter echoed in the ward until the ward door was opened from the outside with a "click".
Nie Zhengyun swiftly grabbed the tin frog that had jumped into the air, stood up straight, and looked towards the door.
Lou Heming, dressed in a white lab coat, held the doorknob and looked gently at his younger sister lying on the ground: "Mao Mao, Asui is awake and looking for you."
Mao Mao quickly scrambled to her feet: "I'm here!"
She turned back and waved to the kind uncle: "Goodbye, uncle. I'll come see you again tomorrow."
Nie Zhengyun smiled and nodded: "Goodbye, Miss Lou."
As she ran out, Lou Heming stopped her by pressing her shoulder.
Lou Heming bent down and patted the dust off her skirt before watching his sister run into the next ward. He didn't rush to chase after her, but put his hands in his pockets and looked at Nie Zhengyun inside the room.
"Mr. Nie," Lou Heming said politely, "you should be discharged from the hospital."
Nie Zhengyun stood there, holding the frog, and said with a faint smile, "So fast? My injuries haven't fully healed yet."
“Your gunshot wound is in your shoulder, it didn’t hit any vital organs, it’s not serious, you should have been discharged yesterday.” Lou Heming: “Hospital beds are in short supply, Mr. Nie, please don’t waste medical resources.”
Most importantly, stop luring his sister over to play.
Nie Zhengyun looked regretful: "Okay."
"Please convey my gratitude to Miss Lou for taking care of me these past few days."
Lou Heming: "That's natural."
Only after Lou Heming turned and moved away did he gradually lose the faint smile on his face.
When he smiles, he resembles a gentle and harmless scholar; only when his smile fades does he reveal the ruthless demeanor of someone who commands respect in Haicheng.
"Great Success".
Nie Zhengyun gave the order: "Discharge me from the hospital."
"Didn't you say yesterday that you weren't feeling well and wanted to stay a few more days?"
"Since the Second Young Master has come in person to kick me out, it's not appropriate for me to stay any longer."
"Miss Lou..."
"You also think she's cute?"
"...Miss Lou is very cute."
Nie Zhengyun glanced at the tin frog in his hand and said with some regret, "It's a pity she's Lou Wenshan's daughter."
"..."
Nie Zhengyun took a chocolate ball out of her hospital gown pocket, peeled off the foil wrapper, and put it in her mouth.
The sweet taste melts on the tip of my tongue, just like every day before.
Nie Zhengyun: "Pack your things, and don't forget to bring the gift Miss Lou gave me."
"……yes."
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