Kiss the wrong pregnant bride

Chapter 278 Regaining Consciousness

The bright sun was shining from the top of his head, and Shao Qipeng saw his young self standing blankly in front of a resplendent iron gate. From the balcony on the second floor, there was the sound of a piano, immature skills, intermittent notes, but he heard Be fascinated.

"Brother Qipeng." The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and after a sweet call, the girl with ponytails jumped from the room to the balcony, and was waving at him. The figure was bathed in it, as if it was about to melt. He saw himself stretching out his hand stupidly, but he couldn't touch her body no matter what.

"Xiao Xi..."

An inaudible murmur made Ling Xiaoxi, who had never closed his eyes in the past few days, suddenly brighten up. He looked at the man with open eyes on the hospital bed in surprise, and his eyes were filled with tears unconsciously: "Brother Qipeng!" .”

He finally woke up. After being in a coma for half a month, he finally woke up.

Shao Qipeng blinked blankly, as if he was trying to figure out where he was. The strength of his body seemed to be emptied, leaving only an uncontrollable body. There was a small choking sound in his ears, and he turned his head slowly. , a woman in a sterile suit, was holding his wrist tightly, crying bitterly.

Xiaoxi! ?

His eyes froze suddenly, it turned out to be a dream, fortunately, it was just a dream, and she was still by his side.

The panic in his heart disappeared without a trace the moment he saw her. Shao Qipeng struggled to turn over from the bed and sit up, but his hands couldn't exert strength. What's wrong with him?

"Don't move," Ling Xiaoxi rudely wiped away the tears on his face, and rang the alarm bell at the head of the bed. Soon, medical personnel came in one after another, doing a detailed physical examination for Shao Qipeng.

His pale face was still gentle, but a little more frail. A pair of affectionate eyes stared at her fixedly, as if he couldn't see enough.

Ling Xiaoxi has been holding his wrist tightly without letting go, watching the doctor's actions nervously.

"Can you see what it is?" The doctor raised two fingers and shook them in front of Shao Qipeng's eyes.

He nodded with difficulty, indicating that there was nothing wrong with him. The doctor was obviously relieved, with a happy smile on his face: "The patient has regained consciousness, and he will have a detailed physical examination tomorrow to see if the physical indicators have returned to normal." stage, if everything is normal, you can transfer to the general ward."

Hearing this, the big stone that Ling Xiaoxi raised in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Thank you." She hurriedly stood up from the chair and bowed to thank the doctor.

"This is my job." The doctor said with a smile, and left the ward with his medical team, leaving space for the two to spend alone.

Shao Qipeng relied on the oxygen mask to barely keep breathing, his throat was a little itchy, he quietly stared at the woman beside him, and being able to see her when he opened his eyes was enough for him.

"Is there anything uncomfortable about you?" Ling Xiaoxi asked cautiously, as if treating him like a fragile vase.

Shao Qipeng shook his head slightly, flipped his wrist with difficulty, grabbed her palm with his backhand, and drew circles on her palm with his index finger with difficulty.

'I'm fine, don't worry. '

Obviously he was so seriously injured, but after waking up, he only remembered to comfort himself...

Ling Xiaoxi's chest was astringent, and the tears on his face couldn't stop, they fell on the edge of the bed in a rustle, and wet the quilt under Shao Qipeng.

Still like to cry so much.

Shao Qipeng twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, and a gentle and elegant smile, as usual, bloomed on his pale cheeks, like a lotus flower slowly blooming, elegant and refined.

"Don't cry..." The fragmented voice from the oxygen mask made Ling Xiaoxi's breathing stagnate.

"Shut up, you are seriously injured, you must take a good rest." She sniffed, and gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Shao Qipeng. His gentleness, to her, was like a stabbing pain The sharp blade that hurt her heart, sometimes, Ling Xiaoxi really wished that Shao Qipeng could be cruel to herself, don't treat her so well, she no longer knows how to repay this love.

"I'm really afraid that once you fall asleep, you won't want to wake up again." Ling Xiaoxi choked up, her voice slightly hoarse.

Shao Qipeng frowned slightly, wouldn't she take good care of herself?

As if seeing his anger, Ling Xiaoxi twitched the corners of his mouth mechanically, trying to put on a relaxed look: "You are still in a coma, how could I take care of myself? Brother Qipeng, you must hurry up Recovery, didn’t you say it? In the future, you will travel to every city in the world with me, and I’m still waiting for you to fulfill your promise.”

As she said that, her heart began to turn acid again. How would she tell him that it was impossible for his legs to stand up again?

"Deng Deng Deng..." There was a sudden sound of messy footsteps in the aisle. With a cane, Shao Le hurried to the outside of the ward with the help of the butler, and looked at the awakened Shao Qipeng in surprise. His son finally woke up. coming.

The second Ling Xiaoxi saw him, he subconsciously let go of Shao Qipeng's hands, stood up from the chair awkwardly, and walked outside the room.

"Uncle." She lowered her head all the time, almost ashamed to face Shao Le.

Shao Le didn't even look at her once, bypassed her, and went straight to the room. When he passed by, a gust of breeze rushed towards him. Ling Xiaoxi smiled self-deprecatingly, she asked for it.

Standing outside the house, seeing Shao Le's joyful and excited look, she felt more and more guilty. She resisted the urge to cry, turned her head and left the aisle, and hid alone at the stairs of the safe passage, physically exhausted. against a gray wall.

He woke up, but, sooner or later, he would know what a painful price he had paid to save himself.

Thinking about it this way, Ling Xiaoxi didn't even have the courage to face Shao Qipeng again. He raised his head slightly, looked at the gray ceiling, and felt heavy in his heart, as if a big stone had been piled up, oppressed and painful.

She poked her fingers into the pocket of the hospital gown and took out a pack of cigarettes. During this time, whenever she was taking care of Shao Qipeng, she always felt very heavy. She could only rely on nicotine to regain her composure. With a sound, a ball of flames sprang up, and she stood quietly in a secluded corner at the entrance of the corridor alone, puffing out clouds and mist, and the hazy white smoke blurred her dim face.

Soon, Zuo Ruoxin also received the good news that Shao Qipeng had woken up. She dressed up in high heels, hoping to show her most beautiful side in front of him.

The bodyguards still stood quietly in the aisle, like a door god.

Cigarettes were burned one after another, Ling Xiaoxi's confused mood gradually calmed down, escaping was not an option, hadn't she already made the preparations to take care of him for the rest of her life?

Taking a deep breath, she washed her face in the bathroom. As soon as she raised her head, she saw the familiar but unfamiliar face in the mirror.

I don't know when it started, but there was no smile on her face anymore, only full of exhaustion and burnout. When she got closer, she seemed to see that there were even a few very shallow crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes lightly with his fingers, a bitter smile appeared on his pale lips: "So I'm already old?"

Even though she is not yet 30 years old, why does she feel that half her life has already passed?

This heart is so old that it can no longer bear any load.

After tidying up her appearance carefully, Ling Xiaoxi returned to the ward again. As soon as she stepped into the aisle, she caught a glimpse of Shao Le and Zuo Ruoxin chatting and laughing in the ward just as she stepped into the aisle. His smile suddenly darkened, as if he saw something dirty, his eyes were indifferent and unfamiliar.

In memory, the uncle who would hug her and make her laugh seems to have disappeared.

Shao Qipeng seemed to be aware of the unusual solemn atmosphere between the two of them, he raised his hand with difficulty, and hooked his fingers towards Ling Xiaoxi who was standing outside the glass window.

No matter how much Shao Le hated her, he would not disregard his son's wishes, but it was difficult to put on a good look on his face.

Ling Xiaoxi returned to the ward with a heavy heart, walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and smiled brightly at Shao Qipeng.

"Xiaoxi, are you tired of taking care of Qipeng these two days? I haven't seen you eat much, do you want to eat some now? Qipeng is awake, you can't wear yourself down."

Zuo Ruoxin said with a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Ling Xiaoxi thoughtfully smoothed the wrinkled sheets for Shao Qipeng, then followed her and left the room.

Shao Qipeng stared straight at her back, the nostalgia and affection in his eyes were hardly concealed.

"You are becoming more and more self-willed. Last time for her, you did not hesitate to ruin the reputation of the Shao family. This time, for her again, you almost lost your life. Shao Qipeng, in your eyes, only Can you see her alone?" Shao Le asked in a deep voice, his face was full of disappointment and pain.

He no longer wants to experience the feeling of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person away. He can no longer welcome the feeling of standing outside the operating room and waiting for someone to announce the news.

Shao Qipeng glanced at him guiltily. He knew how disappointed his father was by what he had done, but what should we do?When facing her, everything he did could only be done instinctively, without even thinking, the body just did it spontaneously.

How would he tell his father in such a mood?

"Forget it," Shao Le gave up wearily, "I, an old man, can't take care of young people's affairs. I only have one request. No matter what, don't make fun of your life. I don't want the next time I get a hospital. phone number, but the funeral home, understand?"

The stubborn old man finally chose to compromise and give in to his son.

He only has such a child, if he loses him, what's the use of guarding such a huge foundation?

Shao Qipeng's eyes trembled, and there was a faint flash of water. He never thought that his father would let go and let him continue to be self-willed.

"Daddy..." He opened and closed his lips, and he called out with difficulty.

"It's alright, alright, rest well, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it after you recover." Shao Le didn't want to force him, and when he left, he glanced at his legs wrapped in gauze with pity.

Ling Xiaoxi followed Zuo Ruoxin and left the building of the inpatient department. The two stopped in the garden. There was a lush green lawn, and occasionally pedestrians passed by. Remnants, the air is extremely fresh.

"Brother has not been very good these two days." Zuo Ruoxin gritted her teeth with her back to Ling Xiaoxi.

Her pale face was slightly startled, she lowered her head, and after a long silence, she quietly said: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me."

Although the words were spoken lightly, there was a slight pain in the left chest that spread along the blood.