Her Overbearing Man

Leng Qianqian walks under the Cinnamomum camphora tree and looks up at the Cinnamomum camphora tree. The dense, complicated and chaotic branches and leaves seal the sky. It looks like the whole world has turned green. It seems that people can't see the edge at a glance.

Wearing a striped skirt and a bunch of wrapped lilies with dew in her hand, she walked into a large white building step by step.

This is a large comprehensive hospital, which is divided into several ward buildings. Next to the ICU floor, which is built by Leng, is a nursing home.

Because they all belong to the same hospital industry, although each building is classified, the courtyard on the first floor is still shared.

In fact, there are few people who are interested in visiting the garden on the first floor in ICU.

Most of the time, the garden is dedicated to the elderly in the nursing home and the children in the children's department.

Leng Qianqian took the elevator up the stairs, and then walked quickly to the ward with "intensive care unit" written in F Mandarin on the doorplate.

She pushed the door open and went in. The middle-aged female nurse with beautiful blonde hair was dutifully at the bedside. Maybe she was tired. She sat by the bedside, her eyes closed, her head nodding down.

She didn't even hear the sound of Leng Qianqian's door opening.

Leng Qianqian walked to the window and opened the window with only a small crack.

Downstairs, an old man hung the birdcage on a branch. The clear and graceful calls of the birds seemed so beautiful in the early morning. There were people walking in the garden hand in hand, looking like an old couple.

Thin fog in the gap between the trees slowly spread, the rising sun to the tree branches golden yellow, dark green leaves are also shining soft gold.

This is a very beautiful and peaceful picture, but Leng Qianqian just stands by the window and takes a quick look, then turns to the bathroom.

She took care of Leng Jian by herself. Although she invited someone, she was still not at ease. She just asked the other party to help her with some simple things. Most of the time, she did it herself.

It can be said that Miss Leng Qianqian is so old that she has never really served others. Leng Jian should be the first person, and only this person can let her down her pride and dignity.

Although it is an intensive care unit, but because Leng Qianqian is willing to spend money, Leng Jianzhu is the kind of ward with the best and largest specifications.

There is a separate bathroom and a small bedroom, which is convenient for caretakers to rest, but Leng Qianqian has hardly slept several times.

Since Leng Jian was in a coma, she almost never really had a good sleep. As soon as she fell asleep, she would dream that Leng Jian was in all kinds of danger, so she usually stayed by Leng Jian's side, which could be regarded as reassuring.

She washed herself and changed into a simple dress. Then she came to Leng Jian again. She took out some of the lilies in the vase, arranged the lilies she had brought, and put them in. The pure white bouquet with a little crystal water vapor was more and more beautiful in the sun.

Then let the nurse who has been sober up busy, she is here to guard.

Leng Qianqian takes out a can of well packaged tea from the cupboard next to Lengjian. With the hot water she has just cooked, she takes out a set of tea sets from other places and starts to make tea.

Leng family is an old family.

It was only in Leng Qianqian's grandfather's time, when the war was raging and the country won, that the best time was just around the corner, but the great turmoil of that decade happened again.

Even families like Leng's have suffered a lot.

Fortunately, at that time, Leng Hao's grandfather, the grandfather of Leng Yang's brother and sister, was resourceful. Part of Jiang's property was handed over to the state, and some of it was scattered. At least he preserved the foundation of Leng's family, and then he took his family to the countryside.

Maybe it's because of the cold family's knowledge and interest. Even at the most chaotic time, the cold family didn't encounter too much difficulties. Although it was a little difficult from the beginning, they still had part of the cold family's property and had more opportunities than others.

It was also at that time that everyone in the Leng family learned to cultivate their moral character. Even if they couldn't, they had to be forced to learn to suppress their anger.

Therefore, the children of the cold family, no matter what their status is, should be selected from the six arts of the gentleman to cultivate themselves.

Leng Qianqian learned calligraphy, but at the same time, because her grandmother was very good to her at that time, she learned to make tea from her.

Since then, Leng Qianqian has been used to making tea or practicing calligraphy when she feels uncomfortable.

When you meet someone you hate, you can make tea and practice calligraphy.

Over time, these habits have been formed.

Like now, although she tried to enlighten herself, she did it to protect Leng Jian, but there was still a barrier in her heart, and she couldn't get over it.

She puts the tea set on the short table opposite Leng Jian. Leng Qianqian sits down, takes a deep breath with her eyes closed, calms her impetuous heart, and then opens her eyes.

At this time, her temperament had an inexplicable change.

Without the usual arrogance and indifference, it becomes peaceful and quiet.

A cup of tea has just been brewed. In the sun, the white mist floats gently, and the small particles in the air finally dissipate in the air.

At this time, the sun has begun to hit the window, through the layers of buildings above, fell in this building is not located in the bustling area of the general hospital.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning slowly spread, like the beautiful silk sunshine, through the morning, with clear and moving light, slowly diffuse in the ward.

The golden sunlight came in from the window of the room which was opened by Leng Qianqian.

Lilies by the window, Rattan Baskets, bread, water bottles, and even the bag of drawing paper on the windowsill are rolled with a gold lace by the sun, which looks priceless.

That golden line, warm light into the room, the whole room into gold.

Even Leng Qianqian herself was wrapped in the golden sun, with a touch of warmth. The sun dyed her hair and her eyes with golden light, without the former indifference.

Leng Qianqian suddenly looks at Leng Jian who is asleep.

Leng Qianqian went to Lengjian's bedside, and her white fingers, who had just touched the hot water and still had a trace of warm water vapor, stroked his cheek, soft and delicate.