For several days in a row, Bai Yan sneaked into Meng Hechuan's ward in the afternoon when Mrs. Meng left the hospital.
Avoid running into his parents.
Meng Hechuan was quite dissatisfied with this.
I don’t understand why Bai Yan is so scared of meeting her father and mother.
Bai Yan curled her lips. Although she was a new woman of the 21st century, she would still be nervous when meeting her future in-laws.
During the treatment in the hospital, Meng Hechuan did not lie to Bai Yan.
His body recovered faster than Bai Yan had imagined.
In less than a week, the bandages around his body were removed.
But he had burns on his back, and the doctor had specifically told him not to touch water.
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Bai Yan wipes his body every day.
However, as Meng Hechuan's body recovered, the two of them went from the simplest brushing against each other to almost accidentally firing their guns every time.
Master Meng got used to it and even felt that not being able to take a shower in the hospital was not a bad thing.
What I look forward to most is Bai Yan’s arrival every evening.
That afternoon, Mrs. Meng had to accompany Meng Shengkang to pay New Year's greetings, so she left early.
Meng Hechuan immediately asked Xiao Zhou to go to the exchange class to wait for Bai Yan.
As soon as she finished class, Xiao Zhou took her to the hospital.
Now that Meng Hechuan was able to get out of bed, when Bai Yan pushed the door open, he was standing with his back to the table by the window, fiddling with something.
"What are you doing?"
Meng Hechuan turned around, holding a bunch of yellow roses in his hand, which he got from somewhere.
Seeing Bai Yan handing it over, "This is for you."
"Do you like it?" There was some uncertainty in his tone.
Mr. Meng lived for twenty-seven years and never gave flowers to a lesbian.
It's just that he heard Mrs. Meng casually mention this morning that the orchids at home were blooming, and he was in a good mood when he saw it.
Meng Hechuan just remembered that his father had always been honest and frugal, and he never indulged in extravagance and waste on weekdays.
But he was particularly doting on his mother, a delicate lady.
Knowing that my mother liked Western things, there was always a record player, coffee, and woolen clothes in the house.
Meng Shengkang was also there today, and seeing his wife happy, he was naturally happy too. He said with his hands behind his back, "As long as you like it, I'll have someone find the best orchids for you every year."
The speaker had no intention, but Mr. Meng, the listener, took it to heart.
He then found Xiao Zhou and asked Xiao Zhou to go to the flower market to buy flowers.
When Xiao Zhou asked him what flowers he needed, Master Meng thought for a moment and said, "Yellow roses, sixteen."
Bai Yan happily took it, with a hint of anger in her eyes, "You are the patient, I should be the one giving you the flowers."
She looked around, took the enamel cup beside her, poured the water in it, and found a pair of scissors to cut the roots of the roses short.
Place carefully in the glass of water.
She even counted them specially, there were sixteen flowers in total, eight of which were placed in a large cup.
"Why did you buy yellow roses?" Bai Yan stood there adjusting the placement of the flowers, and the man stuck to her again like a rice cake.
"Red roses are vulgar." Meng Hechuan leaned against Bai Yan's back, his hands went around her waist from behind, and his thin lips lingered dishonestly on his favorite neck.
Master Meng really likes his A Yan.
It's so fragrant and soft, and I don't want to waste a moment of hugging you.
He even tore off the abstinence and reserve that he had worn for nearly thirty years, and revealed his most primitive desires in front of her.
What she talked about most every day was that after he was discharged from the hospital, she would go to the team to report her relationship, and she would bring Bai Yan home and marry her.
Even a slutty girl like Bai Yan was frightened by Mr. Meng's enthusiasm every time she came to the hospital.
She twisted her body to dodge, trying to distract the attacking Master Meng, "Then why sixteen?"
Shouldn't it be 11, or 9, or 999 roses?
What does sixteen flowers mean? How come she doesn't know?
Does the language of flowers vary in every era?
"Fifteen, vulgar." Master Meng took the time to open his lips and responded.
Bai Yan found it funny, but also felt something was wrong.
She turned around to face him, put her hands on the sides of his face, and piled up his cheek flesh to block it, "What does this mean?"
"Red roses are vulgar, fifteen red roses are vulgar?" She gradually figured it out and frowned, "Are you...jealous of the fifteen red roses Mr. Tan gave you?"
Meng Hechuan's expression suddenly changed.
Bai Yan's heart skipped a beat, realizing that she was stepping on someone's tail.
He removed Bai Yan's hand from his cheek and placed it on his lips to kiss her, "A Yan, you should be punished for openly mentioning another man in front of me."
He exerted force, pinched Bai Yan's waist and carried her onto the table.
With his hands on both sides, he surrounded her with an aggressive look in his eyes.
It was still evening outside and the sky had not yet completely darkened.
The window was half open, and Bai Yan could even see passers-by coming and going downstairs with her peripheral vision.
She pushed him, "Meng Hechuan, let me down."
"What did you call me?"
"Achuan, Achuan!" After the two confirmed their relationship, Master Meng seemed like a completely different person in front of her.
Bai Yan knew that for a big dog like him, she could only stroke his fur.
She begged for mercy in a gentle voice: "Please put me down first, in case someone sees me..."
"No."
"So what do you want?"
Bai Yan coaxed him and took the initiative to peck him on the lips.
Meng Hechuan went a step further and pinched her chin lightly with his palm, forcing Bai Yan to raise her head and entwine her lips with his.
"Bai Yan, it was you who said you wanted to call me Ah Chuan. It was you who seduced me first, and now you're thinking about another man. And you're still asking me what I want?"
A slight ambiguous sound was heard, and his fingers were very cold. When they touched Bai Yan, she couldn't help but cry out in coldness.
Delicate.
"Meng Hechuan, don't pretend to be angry and do whatever you want."
After being together for a long time, the two of them have basically done what they should do except for the last line of defense.
They were both young and it was their first time experiencing each other, so they quickly figured out every sensitive part of each other's body.
Meng Hechuan raised his hand lightly, and Bai Yan's rationality was about to drift away.
She tilted her head back, suppressed the moan in her throat, bit her lip and stared at the door of the ward.
The hospital door cannot be locked; doctors or nurses can push the door open at any time.
What would they do if someone saw them like this?
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Zhou is nearby."
He was shameless to the end, "I am angry. When Tan Hean gave you flowers, you arranged them well. When I gave you flowers, you put them in two cups."
"Not only that, you also call him Mr. Tan? Why don't you call me Mr. Meng?"
Hearing him picking on her, Bai Yan was helpless, "I was wrong, I won't yell at people randomly, you are the good-tempered Elder Meng, you can't get angry randomly..."
"That depends on who you are talking about. If you mention other men, I will be very angry." His breathing became a little louder. "Ayan, I need you to coax me to be fine."
Bai Yan blushed, she didn't believe that the "coaxing" Meng Hechuan said meant it literally.
This week, he was particularly difficult every time he was wiped!
But now people are at the mercy of others and Bai Yan is the meat.
In order to calm down the angry and difficult-to-coax brother, she sacrificed herself.
The two of them had a fight, and she was like someone fished out of the water.
Meng Hechuan wiped his wet fingers with a towel before helping her put on her clothes.
While he was examining her, Bai Yan took the time to glance at the towel.
That towel was used by her to wipe Meng Hechuan's face, and he just wiped his hands...
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