Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

The canonized saint was still asleep, and his short hair fell on his forehead, making him look a lot softer.

Under the cold eyebrows, there is a tall nose that is as tall as others, and the **** lips that were slightly pressed in the past, because of the deep sleep, it seems that the lip line is also softer.

Luo Yangyang looked at the short stubble pierced from his skin, and looked at him quietly, without even moving his eyes.

She remembered that he went to rescue her in that dilapidated and humid factory room.

Then, she seemed to faint.

Now this large room with a simple style does not look like a ward, but rather like a home bedroom.

From time to time, there was pain in the right shoulder, and the wound was treated.

So, has the canonization been with her since the accident until now?

He seemed to be aware that someone was staring at him, the canonization in his light sleep opened a pair of eyes faintly.

In the black pupils, as soon as the Fengsheng opened his eyes, he saw Luo Yangyang, who was covered with blue silk, and his face was as white as jade quietly condensing him.

Looking at Luo Yangyang, who was so well-behaved, with a pure face, so pure and intoxicating, so pure and intriguing, Feng Sheng's heart moved, and her cold eyes were stained with fascination.

"Awake?" Fengsheng also condensed her so quietly, his low voice was a little lazy because he had just woke up.

"Yeah." Luo Yangyang responded softly.

When the vocal cords vibrated gently, she realized that her throat was very dry and she had difficulty swallowing saliva.

"Is it thirsty? I'll pour you water." Fengsheng seems to have discovered this problem.

Or maybe it was Chun Yu Cheng who had confessed to him, he opened the quilt as he said, and stood up.

"..." Luo Yangyang lying on the bed, his eyes moved with the canonization.

He walked to the bedside table to help her pour a glass of boiling water, mixed it with cold boiled water, and then carefully took a straw and put it into the glass.

"Come on, drink some water, and your throat will feel better." Feng Sheng sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a glass cup in one hand and a straw in the other, and handed the straw to Luo Yangyang's lips.

"..." Xu is not used to being so careful and thoughtful in the canonization. Luo Yangyang looked at him several times before opening his mouth and holding the straw.

Luo Yangyang slowly sucked the warm water in the cup, the Fengsheng watched her drink but did not speak.

The quiet needle fall in the huge bedroom can be heard, but the atmosphere is harmonious and not embarrassing at all.

After Luo Yangyang drank a full glass of water in one breath, the canonization asked again: "Are you still drinking?"

"..." Luo Yangyang gently shook his head.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Sheng placed the empty water cup on the bedside table, Luo Yangyang who was reluctant to leave with a pair of black eyes.

"..." Luo Yangyang shook his head again.

The two people who lie down and sit down, do not avoid or hide, just stare straight at each other.

After each of them was silent for a few seconds, the canonized gaze fell on the quilt she was covering.

"Does it hurt?" Her shoulders were covered with bandages under the blanket.

When the canonization asked her, Luo Yangyang obviously felt the pain of the wound. Her face was calm, and her pale lips lightly opened: "It hurts."

"Yang Yang." Feng Sheng frowned cold eyebrows, and the pity in his cold eyes became even worse.

He stretched his hand to her cheek, Chun Yu Cheng's medical skills were not bad, the redness and swelling on her face had disappeared.

However, her face was still pale after losing too much blood.

"I want to sit up." Luo Yangyang's wound was on her right shoulder, and her right arm would be involved in the wound. She raised her left arm and gently grabbed the canonized hand that touched her face.

Fengsheng frowned more tightly, and wanted to persuade her to lie down, but he still moved gently and carefully helped her up.

"Canonization." After sitting up on the bed, Luo Yangyang's little hand stroked the canonized face.

"Yeah." Feng Sheng looked at her foolishly.

Rubbing the beard scum on the corner of his mouth with her fingers, Luo Yangyang felt for the first time that the canonization face looked so pleasing to the eye: "You are my boyfriend, right?"