Nana Ming is also under special attack today

When the nurse helped me into the wheelchair, Mr. Nanami arrived.

I patted the handle of the wheelchair and greeted Mr. Qihai: "Look, Mr. Qihai!"

The wheel was turned forward and backward by me: "See if I am particularly strong!"

Mr. Nanami took over the pushing hands from the nurse and pressed my shoulder: "Ms. Takishima,? Although your injury is not serious, please remember that you are a patient whose feet cannot move."

"This gentleman,? How can you say that about Ah Yue."

Before I could refute, the nurse sister looked over reproachfully: "This is the first time little Ayue has suffered such an injury. At first, I was so painful that I shed tears. It will take several days to get off the ground and walk with a cane. How can I say no?" Seriously,? I feel so distressed that I want to hold her in my arms every day, are you serious about taking care of Ah Yue?"

Seriously!And why bring Mr. Qihai!

I signaled to the nurse sister with my eyes, she squatted in front of me, rubbed my face with both hands: "Anyway, listen to me, you are right, Ah Yue sit down obediently, why don't you call me immediately."

I recalled the experience of being soured by her rubbing my face yesterday, so I gave up rebutting, nodded silently, and got another pat on the head.

"Miss Takishima is very likable." Mr. Nanami bowed slightly to the nurse sister, and said after pushing me into the elevator.

"The nurse sister is a very warm-hearted girl?" I explained to him shyly, "She is just too considerate of patients as a medical worker,? She doesn't mean anything against you."

"It's already quite troublesome for you to come to accompany me."

"Really?" Mr. Qihai pondered, "Then, I may have to go back to the company in the next two days, so Ms. Takishima won't feel guilty for troubling me."

"Eh?" I turned my head abruptly, and then twisted back while clutching my neck.

That's right? Mr. Nanami has to work, so it's normal if he doesn't come to see me.

But if the husband comes, I'm actually not that bothered... After all, I can ask him to eat desserts for free forever as compensation.

Although people in the financial industry should not have to worry about the cost of one or two breads.

I wrung my fingers and said sleepily, "Mr. Qihai, just go and get busy."

"Don't worry about me," I added.

The person behind smiled and poked my ponytail with his finger: "Miss Takishima is a little too easy to deceive."

This deceitful guy put his hand on my neck and squeezed it gently: "Don't turn your head suddenly, don't you have cramps?"

"No."

I shrank my shoulders a bit, and almost got Mr. Qihai's hand stuck between his head and shoulders, and I wanted to tell him seriously not to lie all the time, but the words I said became: "Then Mr. Qihai will come again? "

"If necessary."

"Need!" I replied immediately.

Noticing that his voice was a bit loud, he seemed too excited in the elevator room with only two people, so he cleared his throat and returned to normal volume: "I don't want to be alone, I want to chat with Mr. Nanami."

Mr. Qihai looked down at me and smiled: "Okay."

"After all, Ms. Takino's injury is so severe that she will cry and need to be hugged by a nurse. It's normal to be bored in the hospital."

I blushed when he teased me: "Mr. Qihai, stop talking."

"F-Furthermore, I really don't need a husband to hug me." I hummed in a voice he couldn't hear.

"What did you say?"

"Didn't say anything, slightly."

While we were talking, the elevator door opened, and people hurriedly walked back and forth through the lobby. Mr. Nanami led me straight to the "garden behind the hospital" he called. There were several people of our age standing in the corner of the garden with great interest. Chatting casually, next to them were several patients in hospital gowns.

An old man leaned on a cane and sat by the tree altar, tilting his head and chatting slowly with his grandma who was basking in the sun in a wheelchair. When a stray cat rubbed against his feet, he stretched out his hand to scratch its long, soft white fur.

"When I left yesterday, I saw hydrangeas blooming on the promenade behind."

Mr. Qihai pushed me around them. When I turned my head, I noticed that Mr. Qihai was also looking at the old people sitting together with tenderness.

Sir, like me, do you think this couple looks so warm and touching?

The cat was chasing his trouser legs, and Mr. Nanami walked forward with a slow pace. I put my elbows on the handle of the wheelchair and looked at the cat and the elderly couple who were gradually going away. The taller and taller bushes reflected the sunlight It was extremely cool, and before I could look back at the corner, I suddenly saw a purple-blue gradient flower ball appearing beside me.

"Stop, Mr. Qihai!" I raised my finger and pointed at the flower, "Look at this one, it's already blooming so big."

"Obviously other things haven't fully unfolded yet, could it be that flowers suffer from summer, only this flower bravely decides to be the vanguard."

"Do you like looking at flowers?" Mr. Qihai asked.

"Who doesn't like beautiful things." I took a picture of it up, down, left, and right with my mobile phone, "And, Mr. Qihai is here too."

Mr. Nanami is watching flowers with me.

Thinking of this, I feel a little regretful about the unopened flowers.

So I clasped my fingers together and made a wish: "I hope other flowers can bloom as soon as possible."

This ordinary wish requires me to repeat it for a long time before the [wish] thing can come true.

But if I can watch it again with Mr. Nanami when all the flowers are in bloom, I must repeat it many times every day.

Two boys in black suits and uniforms ran in front of us. After bouncing two steps to avoid us, the short man with black hair jumped up and slapped the tall man with yellow hair who deliberately pushed him. The two pushed and shoved. , ran away laughing and cursing.

"It's really nice here." I set up the awning to see if there would be any people blocking the way in front of me. When I found that my husband didn't answer my words, I turned my head in doubt.

His hands were still resting on the push handles of the wheelchair, and he looked at the two high school students leaving without expression. When I called his name, he turned his head slowly: "Do you want to continue walking?"

"Have you seen someone you know, sir?" I asked back.

"No..." Mr. Qihai showed a secretive expression again, I tried my best to turn around, rubbed in the direction of Mr., hooked my head and stuck out the back of the wheelchair to invite him, "Mr., please come and see the flowers."

"I'm not unhappy."

"Mr. Qihai," I looked at him seriously, "If you think this is a secret you can't tell me, just tell me."

"Don't lie to me, okay?"

I poked at the metal buttons on his cuffs, put my hands under my chin, and looked up at him intently.

"If you are unhappy and try to pretend to be happy to me, I will feel that I shouldn't appear in front of you now."

A gust of wind blew past me, and the fallen green leaves and dust stuck to the side of my face. I was caught off guard and closed my eyes. I was about to reach out to take it off, but it was covered on the back of the other hand that took the first step. .

Mr. Nanami's hand was pressed gently on my face by me. His thumb slid across the side of my face and lifted the edge of the leaf. On the side of my face, I wiped off a little dust with rough fingers.

The place touched by my husband was a little itchy, I wanted to cover it, but I couldn't lift my hand under the long-term gaze of my husband.

"Yeah, if Miss Takino doesn't show up," he continued to walk handsomely like a martial arts master, "maybe I don't have to worry about keeping things secret."

My hand let go of the edge of the wheelchair, and I shrank back.

Although, although it is true.But to be said such a thing in person, no matter how you say it, it will not make you happy.No matter what, I can't really disappear in place.

"But what if I tell Miss Takishima this secret?" Mr. Nanami didn't stop, and continued to ask, "Will Miss Takishima always be in front of me?"

……Eh?

I was a little dizzy by Mr. Qihai's words, and I was confused and calculated in my heart.

Nanami-san has something that he doesn't want me to know, so I need to disappear.

But Nanami-san told me the secret, so I need to stay.

Thinking about it this way...it seems to be true.

As expected of Mr. Qihai, people who study mathematics really have good brains!

"Okay," I answered Mr. Nanami seriously, "Since Mr. Nanami said so, of course I will not refuse."

As I said that, I pushed my hand back to the edge of the armchair and moved close to Mr. Nanami.

Summer is already warm, if I get closer to my husband, will the awe-inspiring aura on him become a warmer atmosphere?

It is as warm as a freshly baked Liuxin cheesecake, with a soft shell and a delicate and long center that is steaming, making people extremely happy.

Nanami-san's hand moved towards me, resting on my head before I could reach the protruding push handle, allowing me to land safely.

I don't think it's good to lean on my husband's hand, I'm afraid of hurting him, but I also feel comfortable and at ease when leaning on his wide back.

In the end I chose to speak first.

——And, I didn't run away from this question because I didn't want to leave!Just because chatting is more important now!

"So what was Mr. Qihai looking at just now?"

Mr. Qihai moved a finger that was pressed by me, but it felt like he was gently scratching my cheek, just like me poking the cat's eyebrows with a cat teasing stick: "It looks a bit like me The child of a classmate in high school."

Ah, a topic I've never heard of.

Mr. Gojo showing off proudly to me appeared in front of my eyes, but looking at Mr. Nanami standing upright like a pine and cypress, I couldn't feel any sense of accomplishment in sharing secrets.

…I mistook it for something shared like a close friend or close family member, as if accidentally poking something bad.

[if].

I hesitated and rubbed my husband's fingers, and seeing that he didn't bow his head, I rubbed again.

Mr. Nanami still didn't lower his head, he poked my cheeks with his knuckles, and he didn't smile, he just asked, "What's wrong."

[If I have been lingering in front of Mr. Qihai, chatting with him and making him smile more. ]

[It can more or less relieve Mr. Nanami's sadness of being revealed by me. ]

?

At the same time as I made a wish, the [words] described by my heart turned into light, melted into the sunshine, and the stars were woven into bright thin threads, surrounding Mr. Nanami, and then dispersed in an instant, bending over tens of thousands of people Motes of dust in the air settle to the ground.

I opened my eyes slightly, surprised to see the ability to [make a wish] become a power I could observe for the first time.

Do I have such a strong desire for Nanami-san?

What to expect?

Mr. Qihai was looking at me, and he painted a portrait of him on the side of his face, carving out deep eyebrows and sharp lines of profile.

... friend?A friend like Chuya?Or a friend like Chiyo?

Speaking of which, Mr. Nanami said yesterday that he wanted to ask me about Chuya.

Obviously there is no reason to resist, but now that I think about it, I feel extremely nervous.

If the answer is not good, will Mr. Nanami leave me and the wheelchair, and let me paw at the air alone, no matter how softly I ask him not to look at me.

I was wronged by my own imagination, and I rubbed his fingers for the third time. Mr. Nanami helplessly turned his fingertips over and rubbed my cheeks, softly and itchy: "What's the matter?"

The place touched was as hot as lava from a volcanic eruption.

I immediately forgot to imagine, and pressed my hands on the place where I was scalded by the magma, for fear of scalding the wound, and I didn’t dare to look at Mr. Qihai, whose body temperature was high enough to burn me. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally remembered what we were talking about: " Was Nanami-san thinking about that contemporary gentleman just now?"