Yang Xinyi leaned on the railing and looked at the bonsai on the balcony. There were blooming flowers, green grass and cactus covered with thorns.
From here, you can see the hospital garden in the morning light.
On the corridor, many patients and their families were walking.
Some were on crutches, others were supported by others, and some were pushing wheel ladders.
There was an elderly couple, both of whom had gray hair and were over seventy years old.
The man was sitting in a wheelchair with a sluggish expression, like a symptom of a stroke. The old woman was pushing him and kept saying something as if he could hear it.
Seeing these scenes, Yang Xinyi was a little moved.
What is more important in this world than growing old together?
What's more important than health?
During the days when Ye Xiong was unconscious, Yang Xinyi thought a lot. She thought over and over again that as long as he could wake up and live well, nothing else would matter.
As long as he was happy, she would rather make concessions and not want to make things difficult for him again.
There were slight footsteps behind her, and Du Yuehua walked over and stood side by side with her.
"Is the injury better?" Yang Xinyi asked.
"Much better. It should be completely healed in a while, but there will definitely be scars." Du Yuehua said awkwardly.
No woman doesn't want her body to be perfect, leaving scars too ugly.
"Ah Xiong shouldn't mind." Yang Xinyi summoned up the courage to say.
Du Yuehua was stunned for a moment and didn't react at all.
After a while, she looked at Yang Xinyi in shock, because she heard that Yang Xinyi seemed to be expressing something from these words.
Yang Xinyi made up her mind and continued: "As long as you don't marry him, I can pretend that I don't know anything and he will be happy. But apart from you, I will not accept that there are other women around him."
Du Yuehua finally understood that what Yang Xinyi meant was that she didn't mind sharing Ye Xiong with her, and the two women served one husband together.
President of Tangtang Xinyi Group, how much courage does it take to do this, and how long does it take to think about it?
"I never mind what choices Ah Yexiong makes, as long as he has me in his heart, that's enough. As for whether he gets married or not, whether he has a status or not, or how many women he has around him, I don't care," Du Yuehua said.
"Besides you, I don't want him to have any other woman. Also, I hope the two of us can unite."
"United?" Du Yuehua was stunned.
"Du Yuehua, you and I are both women. Do you really not mind if Axiong has other women? I'm afraid, no woman would mind. As long as the two of us unite together and speak to the outside world, he will definitely not dare to go out and mess with women.
." Yang Xinyi said.
"In that case, we can cooperate happily." Du Yuehua smiled and stretched out his hand.
“A pleasure to work with.”
The two people's hands shook.
If Ye Xiong knew that the two women had reached an alliance agreement on the balcony, I don't know what he would feel in his heart.
But he said that Ye Xiong was always absent-minded in the ward.
Until the door was opened and two women came in at the same time, talking and laughing, which immediately made him confused.
Shouldn't they be like sparks hitting the earth, fighting three hundred times in a box? How could they be talking and laughing, as close as sisters?
This unusual situation gave him a bad feeling.
Unfortunately, there were too many people in the ward, so he was embarrassed to ask.
Next, Lu Long, Du Feng, and Suzaku all rushed over to visit him.
In the afternoon, Wang Tong and Wang Shu also came, and the ward suddenly became very lively.
Only then did Ye Xiong realize that there were so many people around him who cared about him without even realizing it.
Lovers, lovers, friends, colleagues, comrades-in-arms, these people all care about him, which makes him a little touched.
In the afternoon, Ye Xiong went through the discharge procedures. He thought he would move back to Yang Xinyi's villa, but he heard that his father Ye Yuandong had already helped him build a villa in Jiangnan while he was hospitalized.
Ye Yuandong felt that his son could be regarded as the future successor of the Beijing Haitian Group. Although he was married, it was too embarrassing to live with the woman, so he waved away tens of millions to live in the most expensive city center in Jiangnan.
, bought a garden villa and decorated it magnificently.
"This is the world of rich people. I would envy you to death."
This was Tangning's first time visiting the villa, and she was immediately overwhelmed by the decoration inside.
Ye Yangyang was also here for the first time, but her accommodation requirements were relatively simple, so she didn't think much of it.
Yang Xinyi was also shocked.
Although she is also very rich, she is still a little reluctant to spend tens of millions to buy such a luxurious villa.
"How do you feel?" Ye Yuandong asked Ye Xiong.
Ye Xiong looked around and nodded, feeling satisfied.
"If the real estate is settled in your and Xinyi's names, it will be your joint property from now on." Ye Yuandong smiled.
"Common property?" Yang Xinyi was startled.
She suddenly remembered that Ye Yuandong had asked her to borrow her ID card earlier, which turned out to be the transfer procedure.
"You can move here tomorrow. I've been eating soft food for so long, and now I'm finally proud." Ye Xiong said to Yang Xinyi with a smile.
"Dese." Yang Xinyi rolled her eyes at him.
The next day, Ye Xiong called a moving company to move Yang Xinyi's things back to the new villa.
After a full day of work, I finally moved everything.
In the evening, when the two returned to the room, Ye Xiong suddenly became excited.
Tonight, I can finally spend a good night with my dear wife, where water and fire blend together.
Ye Xiong took a shower early and lay on the bed, waiting for Yang Xinyi.
Half an hour later, Yang Xinyi came out of the bathroom, her hair wet, and stood by the dressing table blowing her hair.
She was only wearing a thin one-piece pajamas, which were loose and full of beauty.
No matter from the raised sleeves or the lowered neckline, you can see the spring color inside the nightgown.
"Honey, let me help you dry your hair."
Ye Xiong jumped off the bed, walked diligently to Yang Xinyi, grabbed the electric hair dryer, and helped her blow her head.
Yang Xinyi sat on the chair with her eyes closed, enjoying his service.
After blowing for a while, the hair was almost dry. Ye Xiong put down the hair dryer, held her shoulders with both hands, and kneaded them gently.
The familiar technique, just the right amount of force, and precise control of the acupuncture points made Yang Xinyi moan softly in comfort.
What else can make a woman more emotional than a massage?
Ye Xiong pressed down from her shoulders to her back, moving his fingers between the ribs on her back, sometimes gently, sometimes with force. The waves of comfort made Yang Xinyi's whole body soften.
"Put me on the bed and press it down for me." Yang Xinyi said softly.
"Okay!
Ye Xiong lifted her up from the chair, put her on the bed, and started massaging her harder with his fingers.
The wonderful technique made Yang Xinyi scream in comfort, and her voice became louder and louder.
Ye Xiong's desire, which had been suppressed for a long time, was all aroused by her cry.