He walked towards her, carrying the oppressive feeling called love. He raised his hand to touch her soft hair, but she snatched it away.

Ding Yiyi ran towards the car in a panic. She was still shaking while sitting in the car. She took a deep breath to suppress the trembling that had no place to rest.

After a while, Ye Nianmo sat in the car. Her expression tightened, and suddenly everything went dark, and the faint smell of men's perfume suddenly drifted into her nostrils.

"Don't touch me!" She raised her hand abruptly. Ye Nianmo was pushed aside by her, and his back hit the steering wheel, making a dull sound.

The atmosphere was cold, Ye Nianmo pointed to the seat belt with a sullen face, and then sat back down.

As soon as she returned to the hospital, Ding Yiyi got out of the car without saying a word and met Ye Bo who was holding a thick document at the door.

"Master, are you with me?" After Ye Bo returned home with Aoxue, he also brought documents from the office that Ye Nianmo had not processed.

Ding Yiyi nodded curtly and walked into the ward. She closed the door and let out a long breath. Ye Chuyun hadn't come back yet, so she sat aside, worried.

She raised her hand and the pencil was knocked off the table. She bent down to pick it up and drew on the paper without any purpose. The two old men clinging closely to each other lingered in her mind.

As she drew and corrected, her mind became more and more open, and the more she drew, the more excited she became. Pencils of different colors changed flexibly on her fingertips.

When I put down the pencil, a voice from around me said softly, "It's very beautiful."

"Chu Yun!"

She made a sound of surprise. Then she looked out the window and it was already dark. She said in surprise: "Oh my god, what time is it now?"

"Seven o'clock."

Ding Yiyi was stunned when she heard that she actually worked without moving for three hours. Ye Chuyun took the drawings and said casually: "Are you staying in the ward today?"

"Yes." Ding Yiyi responded happily, ignoring the pain that flashed quickly in his eyes.

He smiled and handed the design back to her, his expression already relaxed, and said with a smile: "I hope I can wear the ring you designed when I get engaged."

A few days passed quickly. Ding Yiyi kept walking in the ward early in the morning. Hai Qingqing wanted to comfort Ye Chuyun, but was afraid of making him nervous.

Mo Xiaojun was much more direct. He slapped Ye Chuyun on the back, but Hai Qingqing glared hard before saying helplessly: "The children of my Ye family are not that weak."

Ye Chuyun had already changed into surgical clothes. He took Hai Qingqing's hand and said softly: "Mom, I'm fine."

The doctor pushed open the door and entered. Hai Qingqing couldn't help but hold on to him and confirmed again and again, "Doctor, Chu Yun must be fine, right?"

Mo Xiaojun gently put his arm around her shoulders. Ye Chuyun looked at Ding Yiyi. She walked to him with red eyes and put the design drawings into the pocket of his clothes.

"I'm waiting for you. When you get better, we can make these two rings together. I'm still waiting to be your bride."
Chapter completed!