250 Raids: There's a girl next door

"I'm going to see my brother, Sister Feifei, don't be sad anymore, eat more, my little..." Pei Ruomian touched Cheng Ningyou's belly.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly became alert, and looked at Cheng Changke involuntarily, and there was still a trace of timidity in those bright eyes.

It's an anecdote, if Ms. Wan Qianqian knows that her daughter has timidity in her eyes, she will definitely find it fresh.

She has never been afraid of anyone since she was used to it since she was a child.

He listens to Pei Moshen the most and clings to him the most. He also eats his brother's tofu often.

"I'm leaving first, and I'll see you at night, don't worry about my brother, take care of yourself, my little..."

Pei Ruomian braked in time again, rolled his eyes, and saw Cheng Changke's face darkened, forget it, stop talking, if you talk too much, you will get confused.

If you don't let her mention it, she won't mention it. It's no big deal.

The wound on Cheng Ningyou's body seemed to be gnawed by countless little bugs in the middle of the night, and it hurt so badly.

She got up and saw Cheng Changke fell asleep on the sofa, got off the bed lightly, and walked out of the room step by step.

At night, the hospital may be very quiet. People say that the hospital is very dark and scary at night, because many people have died.

Cheng Changke told her that Pei Mochen had transferred to the ward, and she was on the first floor with her. When he found his ward, he stood at the door, without hesitation, reached out and gently opened the door of the ward.

I don't know who is on duty to take care of him, I miss him so much, I hope the old lady is gone.

He entered the room lightly, and when he entered the door, he saw Pei Moshen lying on his side on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and he felt relieved a lot.

I still have a drip in my hand.

Glancing at the sofa, Lu Anyi fell asleep with her hands on her forehead.

She walked up to her lightly, carefully put her down to sleep, and picked up a piece of clothing on the sofa to cover her body.

Afterwards, he walked to Pei Mochen's bedside. His face was not as pale as when he was lying in the intensive care unit during the day.

He took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, "Does it still hurt?"

Let go of his hand, go around to the other side of the bed, lift his quilt, and want to see the wound on his back.

Little by little, he lifted the quilt and then his clothes.

His hands trembled slightly, and he only glanced at it. The wound was covered with medicine and gauze.

Then, she walked around in front of him again, squatted down, put her hands on the bed, her chin on the back of her hands, and focused her eyes on his face.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm the one who hurt you."

As she spoke, tears fell, she reached out to wipe her tears, opened her mouth and said sorry again and again.

Crying and crying, her tone was choked up, until she gasped for breath, her body trembled.

Raising his hand, he took Pei Mochen's hand again, and pressed his palm tightly against his face, "I miss you, wake up and talk to me, or you don't need to talk, just look at me and say OK?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I hurt you, but don't keep silent. You've been sleeping for so long. If you don't wake up, I feel that I have committed a lot of sins."

Xiaozui lost himself more and more as he talked, tears dripped onto Pei Mochen's wrist and slid down his arm.

The person on the bed moved his eyebrows, his dry white lips curled weakly, and said in a weak tone, "It's so hypocritical..."

When Cheng Ningyou heard the words, his eyes lit up, tears were rippling in his eyes, sparkling, "Are you awake?"

Wiping his eyes carelessly with the back of his hand, he smiled joyfully.

"I haven't woken up yet, I don't have the strength to open my eyes, and I have no motivation."