Deep love, the president's strength favors his wife

Chapter 229 He Wasn't Afraid Of Death, But He Was Afraid Of Never Seeing Her Again

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Lu Qingying was stunned for a moment, her small mouth and eyes were wide open in astonishment, and she even forgot to cry.

"You don't remember me? How can you not remember me?" Another wave of sadness hit her heart.

"I don't even remember who I am." Chu Mohan pursed his lips and said again.

Lu Qingying's tears flooded again, she flattened her mouth, and said distressedly: "Don't be afraid, the doctor will definitely find a way to heal you."

Seeing her crying again, Chu Mohan felt that he was being self-defeating. He wanted to play tricks on her to make the atmosphere easier, but it made her cry even harder, and he couldn't help but raise the flag and surrender.

"Don't cry, I'm kidding you, you are my wife, I forget that no one can forget you." He gently put his arms around her body.

"Really? What's my name?" Lu Qingying didn't believe it.

"Your name is Lu Qingying, you are 24 years old, and your height is 168. Do you still want me to talk about your measurements?" He raised his eyebrows wickedly. For some reason, after seeing Lu Qingying, he felt that the wound did not hurt so much.

"Try it if you dare." Lu Qingying blushed and stared at him.

At this time, Shen Rang winked at Chu Moyan, and they quietly exited the ward together. At the door, Chu Moyan couldn't help but turn around, seeing Chu Mohan and Lu Qingying flirting and cursing as if no one was watching, his heart The scarred heart couldn't help but feel pain.

He looked away sadly, closed the door for them, and left with heavy steps.

It turns out that some things really cannot be forced.

In the ward.

Lu Qingying still didn't believe that Chu Mohan didn't have amnesia, she stretched out three fingers to him and asked, "How much is this?"

"Three." Chu Mohan smiled helplessly, pulled her raised hand down, curled up his lips badly, and said, "Your measurements are 34C, 24, 35, and your left breast There is a mole, believe me?"

"Bastard, who told you to lie to me." Lu Qingying stared at him angrily and shyly.

"Okay, I admit my mistake, can I?" He took her hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.

"Does it hurt?" She looked at the bleeding spot on the top of his head with distress.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all after seeing you."

"How can you hurt yourself?"

"Sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

"No next time."

"Okay, I promise you."

In the ward, it became warm and warm because of the woman's arrival.

That night, the man was lying on the hospital bed, and the woman was lying on the sofa beside them. They kept looking at each other affectionately, as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

In the morning, after seven o'clock.

Outside the window, the breeze blows, the shadows of the trees sway, everything gradually wakes up, the rising sun shines through the window into the ward, it is already winter, but the ward is filled with warmth.

Chu Mohan woke up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he met Lu Qingying's sleeping face. Because she slept on her side, her face was deformed, but it didn't affect her beauty at all. Very lovely taste.

Staring at such a beautiful her, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

Thinking of the injury last night, he was really a little scared.

He was not afraid of death, but afraid of never seeing her again.

Seeing her frowning slightly because of the glare of the light, he quickly got up, carefully closed the curtains, then squatted in front of her, and raised his hand to gently stroke her eyebrows.

She must have come to Baishi crying last night, and he couldn't help feeling very distressed for making her so worried.

He doesn't want her to cry, doesn't want her to be sad.

(End of this chapter)