The next day, Yang Ruoyan woke up early, stretched his waist, Mengsong's eyes slowly opened, and faced the familiar and unfamiliar environment in front of him, he calmed down.

Several images appeared in my mind, muttering:

"Is this a hospital? Oh, where is Ma Yongjun?"

I remember that before I fell into a coma, Ma Yongjun had been dragged into the intensive care unit.

Yang Ruoyan quickly got out of bed, reached out and accidentally helped the cabinet next to him, and found that his bag was still there. When he opened it, he found that he was no more.

She frowned and didn't understand.

Even if she was unconscious, Tao Yiting didn't look like a rich man. Could it be him?

She is as smart as her, and just think about it simply and then it will be understood.

No matter what, let’s go and see Ma Yongjun first.

After Yang Ruoyan shook his head, he went straight to the intensive care unit.

Now, it is only around six o'clock in the morning, and there are already people in the hospital carrying breakfast to see the patients.

Not far away, Yang Ruoyan vaguely saw a familiar figure, holding the wall next to him, slowly moving his footsteps, heading towards her.

Because Li Minghao made great moves as soon as he finished the operation, there was still a trace of undispersed anesthetic yesterday to suppress the pain, and today he even felt a stinging pain when walking.

But he was still sleeping soundly while the old lady was struggling to get up, wanting to see Yang Ruoyan.

For some reason, Yang Ruoyan's eyes blurred and he walked over blankly, supporting Li Minghao who was struggling to walk.

Li Minghao lowered his head and endured the pain. Suddenly someone stretched out his hand to hold him. He instinctively wanted to shake it away. He looked up and looked at Yang Ruoyan's misty eyes. He held her hand excitedly and asked:

"You, are you awake? Do you feel better? Ouch..."

Because of excitement, he grabbed Yang Ruoyan too vigorously. Before he could finish the question in his heart, the pain in his chest had already hit him earlier, causing Li Minghao to curl up and bend down on the wound.

"Oh, you just finished the surgery and had another puncture injury. Why did your mother let you run out alone? Hurry up and go back to rest.

Come on, I will help you.”

Yang Ruoyan gently helped Li Minghao up and wanted to send him back.

Li Minghao shook his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes kept staring at Yang Ruoyan, as if he had walked from the edge of life and death, and Yang Ruoyan became more and more beautiful.

Even though her hair is slightly messy, her face is not good now, and she has no makeup to modify, she looks even more beautiful and charming. This close-up view made his heart beat.

"You, why are you looking at me like this? Is there a flower on my face?"

Yang Ruoyan blushed at his strange gaze, stroked his face with one hand and asked in confusion.

"No, you look very good. I miss you when you fell asleep while lying beside me. Did you just wake up?"

"kindness."

Yang Ruoyan nodded shyly, frowned, glared at his affectionate eyes, and said again:

"Okay, go back and rest."

"I'm so hungry and want to come out to find food, but unfortunately I don't have money. I wonder which kind-hearted person can treat me to a meal?"

Li Minghao touched his stomach and was frowning, as if he was really hungry and couldn't sleep.

Yang Ruoyan narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously:
Chapter completed!