Oh, this city girl looks... My heart beats fast when she smiles at him. Just by looking at her appearance, I can tell that her cooking must be very delicious!
"Don't worry, comrade. He's just been taken in for a checkup." He pointed to his head. Those who didn't know would think Wang Daniu was saying Junhui was mentally ill.
Wang Daniu was still showing off, but what he didn't know was that if his direct supervisor knew that he dared to accept this meal, he would knock his head off.
"Okay, leave it here for now. I just have to go upstairs. Come back when I leave. Thank you."
"Hey? Comrade, what's your name?"
"Bi Yue."
Junhui was lying in the operating room with the instrument covering his entire head.
He closed his eyes with a smile on his lips. Even if he was disfigured, he was sure that the girl he liked would not despise him!
…
The moment Bi Yue appeared, his dark eyes instantly fell on Bi Yue's face, his gaze as thick as ink.
Chu Yifeng sat in a wheelchair with his back straight. His black sweater made him look energetic and strong.
There was a hint of anticipation and joy in the deep voice:
"Here I come."
"Well. How is it? Are you going to be discharged?" Passing by the wheelchair and the hospital bed, only Bi Yue herself knew that her mood at this moment was different from when she first entered Ward 102.
Fortunately, she looked calm as she opened her lunch box.
Chu Yifeng slid the wheelchair to Bi Yue's side. He raised his head and continued to look at Bi Yue's little face without any cover: "Are you still having a fever? How about an injection?" He asked in a negotiating tone.
Yes, discuss.
Chu Yifeng figured it out.
This world will not prepare just the partner you imagine for you.
There are adjustments and pains, but in this life, what we live by is just that little bit of “I am happy”! What we live by is just that little bit of true love!
Bi Yue's face turned slightly red. She felt that Chu Yifeng seemed to have a fever. His expression and tone made her heart tremble.
…
Bi Tielin stood outside the courtyard, frowning at the big lock. "Did they all go to the restaurant?"
There was snow on both his hands and his coat. Bi Tielin was sitting on the top of the wall, stretching his arms and struggling to pull the box.
Meanwhile, Liang Xiaoxiao was lying in the large bathtub, singing Teresa Teng's songs... (To be continued.)
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