Ling Shaocheng felt that this moment was like a small cannon in his arms.

He coughed, his chest kept surging, and the bones that were not smashed by the car yesterday were almost dispersed by Ling Nuanqing.

Ling Shaocheng wanted to speak, but she didn't expect that she started crying first, thrusting and shaking her shoulders kept trembling, and she felt very wronged.

The man reluctantly raised his hand and placed his palm on Ling Nuanqing's back. A large group of people stood in the ward, all of whom were looking at him.

Ling Shaocheng waved his hand and asked everyone to go out. "Don't stand here, go around."

Ling Nuanqing was tearful and snot at this time, very ugly and shameful. Ling Shaocheng wanted to continue raising his arm, but a burst of soreness came from the elbow joint. His palm pressed behind Ling Nuanqing's head, "Look up and let me see."

"No, what's good to look at?"

"Let me see where you are hurt."

Ling Nuanqing rubbed her face against Ling Shaocheng's chest. When she lifted it up, her eyes were still swollen. There were two or three very small blisters on her mouth that had not yet disappeared. It hurt so much at first glance.

Ling Shaocheng's face gradually became darker, his eyes were filled with heartache, "You..."

Why did you make yourself look like this?

"How did those people torture you?"

Ling Nuanqing didn't know whether she was afraid or something. She stood by the bed and didn't speak. Her tears fell down in a string, and she couldn't even wipe it.

Ling Shaocheng thought she remembered the experience she had experienced in those days, and he was anxious and annoyed, holding her palm and trying to pull her towards him.

"It's my fault. It's too late to find you and let you suffer."

She was almost crying and couldn't speak a word, and she was even more trembling. Seeing this, Ling Shaocheng wanted to hold her up, Ling Nuanqing hurriedly bent down and pressed his shoulder. "Don't... don't move."

"Then stop crying, my heart is confused."

Ling Nuanqing couldn't hold back her tears for a moment, but she fell on the man's eyelids. Ling Shaocheng closed his eyes, "Is it raining?"

"I'm afraid..."

"Not afraid, I'm going home, it's all over."

"Ling Shaocheng...I thought you were dead."

Ling Shaocheng's eyelids trembled twice, "I'm reluctant to let it go."

"Why did you do that? Don't you know that's dying?"

Ling Shaocheng grabbed Ling Nuanqing's arm and wanted to pull her in front of her. Ling Nuanqing stood stubbornly and stood still. The man hummed, "My hand hurts."

"Ah? What's wrong?" Ling Nuanqing lowered her body, was hugged by Ling Shaocheng, and pressed it in front of her, "Let me hug you well."

After not seeing each other for a few days, I felt desolate in my heart. Even though I lost it and found it again, Ling Shaocheng still felt unreal.

"Nannuan, I probably didn't dream, right?"

Ling Nuanqing burst into tears and smiled. "Does your whole body hurt so much?"

"It hurts, heart-wrenching pain."

"Then you ask me if I'm dreaming?"

"If I hadn't been relying on the idea of ​​firmly believing that I could get you back, I wouldn't have been able to hold on..."

Ling Nuanqing stared at the hospital gown on the man. She clearly didn't want to cry, but tears still unknowingly slid across her eyes, "I'm back, I won't go anywhere. Believe me, do you believe me?"

Ling Shaocheng touched her head, "They told me, you ran away, I don't believe it, none of them knows you as well as me."

"That's right, who is talking nonsense? I'm going to tear his mouth apart."

When Mingyue came in, he saw the two of them hugging each other tightly, which was very numb.

He brought in some things. "This is the change of clothes I asked the servant to send you. Miss, you are sour. Don't you think it yourself?"

Ling Nuanqing was still buried in Ling Shaocheng's chest and did not move, his eyes looking in the direction of Mingyue.

The "they" that Ling Shaocheng said includes Ming Yue at least.

Ling Nuanqing's eyes were obviously not right. Ming Yue walked over and put the tote bag on the bedside table.

Oh my God, how could Ling Shaocheng, a person with a clean obsession, hold such a Ling Nuanqing in his arms?

Looking at her hair, it was going to be clumped even after not washing for a few days.

Looking at her clothes, they were so dirty that they were about to pat.

Smelling the smell again, she was beaten up in this outfit before, with blood stains on her arms and oil stains on her collar. At this time, Ling Nuanqing seemed to be crawling out of the trash can.

Ming Yue was so disgusted with it at first glance, let alone physical contact, but he couldn't pinch his nose in front of Ling Shaocheng, right?

"Mingyue, what expression do you have?" Ling Nuanqing asked him.

He forced himself to feel discomfort, "I, my expression is quite normal. Miss is hungry, right? I'll send you some food."

Ling Nuanqing looked at her hands. Although she had cleaned them, it seemed that she had not washed them clean and the cuffs were dirty.

"What does this ward smell? It's sour and smelly, so bad."

Ming Yue thought to herself that she finally realized it, but fortunately she was a little self-aware.

Ling Shaocheng sniffed his nose. "Is there any?"

"Of course, I smelled a headache and wanted to vomit."

Ling Shaocheng's eyes gradually fell on Ming Yue. He changed his clothes outside and sprayed perfume. His whole body was fragrant.

Ling Shaocheng looked at him disliked, "Ming Yue's body smelled."

Nonsense!

If this was said from Ling Nuanqing, Ming Yue would definitely argue with her, but this was Ling Shaocheng.

Ming Yue raised his arm and placed it under his nose, which smelled fragrant.

"Mingyue, no wonder you can't even get a wife, you're smelly."

Ling Nuanqing stabbed him without hesitation. Ming Yue's face looked ugly, "Yes, the most fragrant lady."

"How did you say?" Ling Shaocheng's tone rose. Even if he wanted to say this, he could only say, what does it mean to be fragrant on Ling Nuanqing?

Did he smell it or what?

Do you still have this idea, want to smell it?

Ming Yue knew best that Ling Shaocheng was so angry that he was still suspicious. He quickly shook his head, "I'm praising her."

“Go out.”

"Okay, yes."

Mingyue didn't want to stay here to see this stinky couple. If they were loving, they would catch him and bully him alone.

Ling Nuanqing saw Mingyue leave the ward, and then she stood up and sniffed it twice. It was really sour.

"I want to take a shower."

"Don't listen to him. I'll let someone sew his mouth up next time."

Ling Nuanqing couldn't help laughing, "I still have this self-knowledge, but I'm stinking."

Ling Shaocheng was lying on the hospital bed and couldn't move, so he reached out to Ling Nuanqing and "Come here."

He pulled her to his side, "What's going on with my mouth so hot? Are there any injuries?"

Ling Nuanqing subconsciously covered the collar, and there was a large piece of red inside. Because it was not handled in time, it looked a little scary.
Chapter completed!