After the hidden marriage day, she sprinkled sugar again

Chapter 295 Who allowed you to write a suicide note?
Anseong Hospital.

The warm autumn afternoon sun was shining on the pure and white hospital bed. Mu Wan sat reclined, quietly looking at the white paper in front of her, and rustled some handwriting.

"Qing'er, let's see what delicious food I brought you."

Gong Lichuan pushed the door in with a lunch box in his hand, his voice was warm and smooth, completely different from his usual self.

Hearing the sound, Mu Wan panicked for a moment.

She then hid the paper under the pillow, and forced a smile, "Brother Li Chuan."

Gong Lichuan noticed her little movements.

He frowned slightly, and his eyes gradually changed from warm to deep, as if he was looking into something.

"Qing'er, what are you writing?"

"Write a song."

Mu Wanqing raised her small face, showing a sweet and bright smile, and her pink lips were slightly drawn, shining with brilliance.

She told Gong Lichuan that she wanted pen and paper to write songs.

But Gong Lichuan frowned slightly, and cast a glance at the pillow behind the girl in doubt, his eyes were cool.

"Really?" Gong Lichuan approached Mu Wan gracefully and sat gracefully by her bed.

He took out the lunch box and lifted the lid, and the aroma of handmade dumplings and steam came to his face together, making his mouth water.

"Dumplings?" Mu Wanqing's eyes light up slightly.

In the past few days, Gong Lichuan only allowed her to eat liquid food, so three meals a day were all kinds of porridge.

Mu Wanqing had missed other delicacies for a long time.

"Try it." Gong Lichuan chuckled, then took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and handed it to him.

Mu Wanqing shook her head, "I'll do it myself."

She took the dumpling, took a bite happily, the juice overflowed a little, and she was so excited that she wanted to go to heaven.

"It's been a good time." Mu Wanqing pouted, "Brother Li Chuan, can I stop drinking porridge from now on?"

She doesn't want to drink porridge anymore...

Even if there are 360 ​​tricks, no matter how delicious it is, I don’t want to drink porridge anymore.

"You have to listen to the doctor, huh?" Gong Lichuan looked at her helplessly and dotingly, and rubbed her head.

Mu Wanqing pouted dissatisfiedly.

She took another dumpling and stuffed it into her small mouth. After eating, she still held the lunch box and refused to let go.

Hey, we're going to have porridge for dinner again...

"When your body recovers, I'll take you to eat delicious food from all over the world. We can eat whatever we want." Gong Lichuan pinched the lunch box and exerted a little force, "Be obedient."

Mu Wanqing reluctantly let go.

The empty lunch box was taken away by Gong Lichuan and thrown into a plastic bag.

He got up and left the ward to throw out the trash, Mu Wanqing immediately turned around and took out the white paper from under the pillow.

She was about to change to a more secret place, but Gong Lichuan disposed of the garbage very quickly, and at this moment, he turned back suddenly and snatched the paper from her hand unexpectedly.

"Brother Li Chuan!"

Mu Wanqing clutched the bed sheet under her body tightly, feeling a little nervous.

Gong Lichuan looked down at the words on the white paper, his brows became tighter and tighter, and a little anger gradually floated between his brows.

"What is this?" He asked coldly.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head, aggrievedly grabbing the bed sheet like pulling hair, as if she wanted to remove the thread.

Without hesitation, Gong Lichuan rolled the white paper into a paper ball, raised his hand and threw it downstairs from the window. He said coldly, "Who allowed you to write the suicide note?"

Mu Wanqing's eyes darkened slightly.

Her slender and curly eyelashes trembled twice, she bit her lower lip lightly, "Sooner or later...you have to write."

Take advantage of her strength now.

What if it's too late?
(End of this chapter)