Qingyu's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at him: "I'm better now, you don't have to take care of me anymore. You've taken care of me a lot these days."

But I want to continue to take care of you, always!

Tingyun was thinking this in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "What? Just throw it away after use?"

Qingyu heard that he was joking, so she stayed still and let him hold her.

After pressing it, he threw the tape and cotton swab into the trash can: "You are hungry, I'm going to buy something to eat."

"I want to go with you." Qingyu reached out to lift the quilt.

Tingyun glared: "You still want to observe, why are you going? Just lie down and wait for me to come back."

"Okay, then come back soon." Qingyu lay back reluctantly, following him with her eyes, as if she was afraid that he wouldn't come back.

Tingyun looked at her and smiled unconsciously: "I will be back after buying food. You have just finished the infusion, so don't touch the water."

He walked out of the county hospital with a smile still on his face.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

He looked at the number, the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression became a little complicated.

He pressed the answer button: "Dad."

A low and sweet voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhangyun."

"Yeah." Tingyun responded.

Dad was silent for a second and asked: "Are you okay?"

Her voice was unnatural, as if she wasn't used to expressing concern.

Tingyun also looked very unaccustomed: "It's pretty good."

The other person asked again: "When can I come back?"

"I should be able to go back tomorrow."

One question, one answer, one look at everything.

Dad said again: "When you come back, take time to go home. Grandma has been very worried about you this month."

He said grandma was very worried. In fact, he himself was also very worried, right?

It's just that they, father and son, are used to holding their own opinions, refusing to give in to each other, and not interfering with each other. They are used to talking about things when they have something to do, being silent about nothing, and never talking to each other.

I suddenly want to express my concern, but I don’t know how to say it.

But, they are father and son after all.

Tingyun smiled again, put his phone in his pocket, and bought Qingyu something to eat.

This foodie has been eating wild fruits for several days. He must be hungry for meat, right?

But she’s just a little bit tired, can’t she eat too greasy food?

He thought about it for a while and bought some bean curd noodles, two vegetarian dishes, some sausages, and two cups of fruit tea.

As soon as he entered the ward, Qingyu rushed over to him with gleaming eyes and grabbed the bag in his hand.

It really looks like a little kitten that has been hungry for three days.

Tingyun wanted to tease her, so he turned aside to take the bag away and said with a straight face, "Just seeing the food, am I a tool?"

Qingyu circled around him anxiously: "How could it be possible? How could there be such a handsome tool man like you?"

Tingyun burst into laughter.

Look at the hungry children and the ones who stutter, they start filling them with honey and sugar water!

Tingyun pulled out a movable pull panel above the bedside table and placed the food on it.

Two cups of fruit tea, one with passion fruit and one with peach.

Qingyu stared at the milk tea greedily: "Which cup do you want to drink?"

Tingyun smiled indulgently: "You choose first, and you can have both cups."

"How about that? I want peach."

Qingyu opened the peach cup, took a sip, and looked satisfied.

Tingyun took the passion fruit cup and sucked it down. Looking up again, he saw Qingyu staring at his cup intently.

Tingyun smiled and shook his cup: "Would you like to switch drinks with me?"

Qingyu shook her head: "Forget it, you have mysophobia."

Tingyun was speechless.

He is more orderly, clean, and doesn't mix water glasses with others.

But this isn’t considered mysophobia, right?

Besides, who did she listen to? The big-mouthed Wen Xu?

So, is she now worried that he will dislike the drinks she drank?

How?

I’ve already done mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration, but what’s wrong with drinking a drink?

"It's okay, I'm the most easy-going." Tingyun placed the passion fruit in front of her, took out the peach one from her hand, and took a sip.

Hmm, very sweet.

Qingyu looked at him blankly.

He is so weird today!

What's even stranger is his smile, as if he has some great secret that he's hiding from her.

After dinner, Tingyun started to yawn.

I have been worried and worried every day these past few days, and I have never had a good night's sleep. I have been watching the sunshine and rain just now, and I am really tired.

In Qingyu's eyes, Zingyun is always energetic and energetic. Suddenly seeing his listless look, he felt very lovable.

"You're very tired, how about you come up to bed and take a nap? I've been sleeping for a long time, and I'm not sleepy at all now." She got up and walked to the escort chair.

Tingyun grabbed her arm, carried her back, and pushed her back on the bed: "Lie down and rest if you're not sleepy."

Under the light, he leaned forward and looked down at her, placing his hands on her shoulders with an attitude that was irrefutable. She looked tough but was gentle on the inside.

Qingyu's heart was filled with the satisfaction of being loved. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly: "Then what should you do? How about going to a hotel to get a room and have a good sleep?"

Hotel? I don’t want it!

I'm going back tomorrow. After I go back, I won't have the chance to spend time with her like this day and night. Why don't we cherish this last night?

Now that we are safe, when I look back on the days when I was detained and living in the same room with her, I feel reluctant to leave.

"No, there's a nursing bed here."

Tingyun let go of her, turned around, lifted the escort chair, opened it, and turned it into an escort bed.

Then he walked over and turned off the headlights, turned on the bedside lamp to illuminate the weather, and lay down on the accompanying bed: "Sleep."

He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Qingyu had been sleeping for a long time, but now he was completely awake.

She lay on the bed, put her small fist against her cheek, and stared at the sleeping Tingyun intently.

The nursing bed was short and narrow, and Zingyun, who was about 1.8 meters tall, felt very cramped lying on it, with his legs bent and his feet still hanging in the air.

Wouldn't it be cold if he lay like this?

Qingyu pulled the quilt on the bed, flicked it, spread it over him, and stuffed the corner of the quilt into him.

As a petite girl who grew up doted on by her parents, she has a sweet appearance and a cheerful personality, so she is mostly in a group-favored state, but she is not very good at taking care of others.

But when facing Tingyun, she naturally became attentive. She would think of many details and little things that she couldn't remember when facing other people.

It turns out that it doesn’t matter whether you can take care of others, only whether you want to.

After doing all this, Qingyu bent down and looked at Tingyun's face at close range.

She had drawn this face countless times in her memories, and now she could finally see it often.

Tingyun's skin is considered very fair among boys, and he would have looked elegant.

But his three-dimensional facial features, especially his bright and sharp eyes, make him look energetic and restrained, but he can't hide it.

Qingyu looked at him for a long time, but never had the courage to raise her hand and touch him again.

If he discovered her again, she would really have to dig a hole to bury herself!

She returned to the bed, turned sideways to Tingyun, and looked at him quietly.
Chapter completed!