The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Mianmian didn't dare to see him at first, so she hid outside the door and gave him a sneaky glance.

  Although it was just a glance, it was painful enough.

  Every time she skipped class to the hospital during school hours.

  After taking a look, she was so sad that she didn't dare to go home. She sat in the courtyard downstairs of the hospital, crying until the evening.

  When she got home, she felt that her eyes were a little swollen.

  Aunt Qiao didn’t know if she could tell, she didn’t talk much anyway.

  Mianmian took advantage of Zhan Muqian's not to go home, and hurriedly went upstairs to take a bath and applied heat to her eyes.

  Wait until there is almost no abnormality in the eyes before daring to leave the bathroom.

After several times like this, she felt that Zhan Muqian was also very busy recently, as if she hadn't been so observant of her, she only cared about her physical condition, and often touched her forehead to check if she had a fever, other than that he had nothing. The look of awareness.

  Mianmian also spends at least two times a week to go to the hospital.

  Every time she opened the door of the ward when there was no one, she carefully looked at Gong Qiao, comforting and stinging in her heart.

  The comfort is that although he can only lie on the bed, he is still alive anyway, and even more terrible things have not happened yet. Anyway, she can see him with her own eyes...

  After she went a few times, Gong Qiao once stood up straight with his arms, his eyes calmly looked towards the door, and his voice was very low——

   "Mianmian, why don't you come in?"

  Mianmian burst into tears on the spot.

  Fortunately, she can pretend to be extremely sad, but she can also pretend to enter the ward with a smile as usual.

  She pouted her mouth, her eyes flashed with some kind of liquid...

  "Isn't this afraid of you being angry with me..."

  Gong Qiao didn't know whether he looked away, or finally accepted the reality.

  He even pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, "How come, you have always been my little ancestor, how dare I be angry with you."

  Mianmian finally couldn't help but red under her eyes, and it was difficult to pretend that nothing had happened.

  What's more, Gong Qiao’s abandoned legs are placed in front of her like this...

  It’s hard to pretend to be the same as before.

  She can only lower her head and cover her tears with her drooping gaze.

"It's fine if you don't get angry, I will come to see you, but you have to eat well, listen to the doctor, listen to your parents, and rehabilitate well, Gong Qiao... No matter what happens, you are the best for me. Friends, always will be."

  Gong Qiao looked at the thin girl in front of him.

  He is so close to her.

  It seems to be exactly the same as when sitting in the front and back seats in middle school...

  The distance between them now is just one bed apart.

  But he is no longer healthy.

  He became a disabled person.

  From now on, not only has the possibility of protecting her lost, but even watching her well from a distance has become a luxury.

  He and his little princess are so close.

  She did not abandon him resolutely because she knew what he wanted.

  But the distance between this very close...like the horizon.

  Gong Qiao smiled gently.

  He hasn't even spoken to anyone for more than ten days.

   But he can still smile and be gentle with his cotton.

   "Mianmian, you go back, don't come to the hospital to see me again, when I get better, I will go to you."

  ……

  Mianmian wandered outside alone for a long time after leaving the hospital...

  She was in a bad mood. When she went back at this time, Zhan Muqian would definitely be able to detect her abnormality.

  [4 update is over, voting, you are indifferent, I am not in the mood to change. . . . 】