Mr. He’s Daily Affections

I'll go to the restaurant to make some porridge for Ziyi and drink it when she wakes up. Liu Minjun sighed.

He Jingyao nodded slightly: Go ahead, I'm here.

Liu Minjun glanced inside from the window, with a somewhat complicated look on his face.

She withdrew her gaze and turned towards the elevator.

He Jingyao pondered for a while, then opened the door of the ward and walked in.

Ziyi is still on an intravenous drip.

Pei Yuanchen sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand tightly, his thin lips pursed tightly, his face still expressionless.

Have you thought about it? He Jingyao said in a deep voice, If you have already made a decision, tell her early and let her give up.

Pei Yuanchen twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded gently: Okay.

Hearing this, He Jingyao's face showed a trace of anger: Do you really want to make such a decision? Is it because you feel that the He family is unable to protect you, or is it because of your so-called dignity that you are unwilling to accept the protection of the He family? ?”

Pei Yuanchen laughed hoarsely.

Do I look like the kind of person who takes dignity too seriously? There was a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

If things were that simple, why would he push this stupid woman away again and again.

He Jingyao frowned.

He looked at Ziyi on the hospital bed.

She was still asleep, her pale lips moving slightly.

He Jingyao reached out and touched Ziyi's forehead. The temperature under his palm was hot.

Take good care of her and tell her your decision after she recovers. He Jingyao said in a deep voice.

Pei Yuanchen's Adam's apple rolled and he nodded slightly.

He Jingyao turned around and left the ward, just as Liu Minjun walked out of the elevator holding a thermos bucket.

Jingyao, please go back first. The children are still young, and Zhixi will definitely not be able to take care of them by herself. She looked at He Jingyao and said, Ziyi has me here, you don't have to worry.

He Jingyao looked at the thermos bucket in her arms and suddenly said: You can put the thermos bucket in, and then I will take you back to your old house.

How can that be done? Who will take care of Ziyi when I leave? Liu Minjun was stunned.

He Jingyao raised his eyebrows: Isn't Pei Yuanchen here?

He... Liu Minjun was very dissatisfied, He doesn't even want Ziyi... How can I safely leave Ziyi to him!

But the person Ziyi wants to see more now is not you. He Jingyao curled his lips, Just give Ziyi one last chance.

Hearing this, Liu Minjun looked a little unhappy.

However, she also had to admit this fact. This girl only has Pei Yuanchen in her heart now.

Liu Minjun walked into the ward dejectedly, put down the thermos bucket, and said stiffly: Thank you for taking care of Ziyi. I'll see her again tomorrow.

Pei Yuanchen's eyes dimmed slightly and he nodded gently: Don't worry.

Liu Minjun looked at Ziyi and then at him. Although she was worried, thinking that the girl was still talking about Uncle Xiaobao after being burned like this, she could only turn around and leave.

…

Siming Hospital is a private aristocratic hospital with few patients. After midnight, it is even quieter and you can hear the needle drop.

Ziyi was still asleep.

In the middle, a nurse came in, changed her intravenous drip, and took her temperature.

How is it? Pei Yuanchen asked, his voice hoarse.

The nurse looked at the thermometer and said: 37.5...the temperature has dropped a lot, but it is estimated that the fever will not completely subside until tomorrow morning.

Well, thank you. Pei Yuanchen said in a low voice.

Not long after the nurse left, He Ziyi suddenly hummed softly.