Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 840 Discharge
On the same day, both parents of Zhou Ling and Murong Yao were present, and Mr. Zhou followed him to the hospital no matter what he said. He insisted on thanking Murong Yao in person, thanking him for risking his life to save his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, she is your granddaughter, and I am also your grandson-in-law." Murong Yao's voice was very soft, but it was full of endless affection.

Old man Zhou patted his hand with tears in his eyes, unable to say a word, just kept nodding his head.

Murong Yao's injuries had already healed, but he was still in a coma. Now that he woke up, he planned to leave the hospital immediately without too much delay.

Zhou Ling didn't stop him, but ran to the doctor to ask about Murong Yao's health.

"Your husband's health is fine, but...his hands...may not be able to lift heavy things in the future. It hurt the tendons in his wrists, so it's lucky to keep those hands." The attending physician also she said.

Zhou Ling didn't care about these things, she didn't even think about what to ask Murong Yao to do, after hearing what the doctor said, she went through the discharge procedures.

Sitting in the car, Murong Qian looked at the waking elder brother, and felt that he seemed to be a different person, but he couldn't detect what was wrong.

"Brother, do you feel that life is bright now?" He tilted his head and looked at Murong Yao, the co-pilot.

The latter glanced at him sideways, smiled and said nothing.

That smile seemed to carry all the light of hope, with endless gentleness.

It was Murong Zhi who drove the car. The commercial vehicle was very large, and it took the two families to Murong Yao's own villa.

There is thick snow accumulated on the road, which is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the sound of squeaking can be clearly captured the moment the car drives by.

The entire city of H was covered in silver, and the white snow clothes were chilly, but they couldn't stop Murong Yao's passionate heart in the slightest.

After returning to the villa, the family hired a part-time worker to clean the room before they came back.

"Parents, grandpa, you can live here today, I will cook." Zhou Ling said to both parents.

"Is this... convenient?" Zhou's mother was naturally willing, but she was afraid of disturbing the young couple.

Murong Yao smiled at this moment, and said: "No inconvenience, there are many rooms upstairs, you can stay here all the time, let's celebrate the New Year together this year."

"Since the grandson-in-law has said everything, then grandpa will not refuse." Mr. Zhou smiled very brightly.

Seeing them enjoying themselves happily, Zhou Ling smiled, put the suitcase behind the entrance, and went straight to work in the kitchen.

In the living room, Murong Zhi was sitting and playing chess with Zhou's father and Mr. Zhou, while Ru Moran and Zhou's mother were chatting, and occasionally looked at Murong Yao and Zhou Ling.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at, Murong Yao got up and went to the kitchen. The busy figure in the kitchen fell into his eyes, like the most beautiful scroll in the world, and he had spent three lifetimes in exchange for this feeling. ...Let him not calm down for a long time.

"Ling'er." There was a bit of tremor in his hoarse voice.

Zhou Ling's observation skills are very keen, and when he turned his head, his eyes were tense: "Is there any discomfort? Hands or shoulders?"

When he was admitted to the hospital, besides his lungs, his hands and shoulders were the most seriously injured. Not to mention his bones were exposed, the wound was infected during the explosion.

Murong Yao looked down at the nervous woman, he stretched out his hands to hug her, and rested his chin on Zhou Ling's shoulder.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

Three lifetimes...

(End of this chapter)