Ye Zhenqiao saw Ye Fengqiao's smile, and the solemnity on his face was slightly relieved, but in the blink of an eye there was a little more coldness and anger that others were not easily noticed. Ye Fengqiao noticed his changes, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and his expression was sad.
Looking at Ye Zhenqiao, the brighter eyes gradually became a little complicated, allowing Ye Zhenqiao to distinguish the sadness and reluctance in it at a glance.
Ye Zhenqiao looked at her fragile and died, and was full of anger and complaining. She was still in a womb. She couldn't hide her heartache and stared at her for a long time. Ye Fengqiao's lips moved, and her body was weak and unable to make any sound.
Ye Zhenqiao knew that she was calling herself, and immediately nodded in response, "It's me, I'm back, it's okay, sleep for a while! Sleep well and say something later." She couldn't even make the effort to make a sound.
Come out, and holding on like this will only make her condition worse! Her body can't stand her energy in such a waste. Ye Zhenqiao naturally understands the reason why she insists on speaking now, because she is angry because she understands it.
Let your life be with you.
Death stubborn! Ye Zhenqiao cursed secretly, Uncle disobedient to help you! While comforting Ye Fengqiao, he had already found several silver needles in his hand, and needles were put on Ye Fengqiao's chest and head.
Ye Fengqiao only felt that her eyelids were as heavy as a daughter and couldn't help but close them. She had a lot to say to her sixth uncle and couldn't sleep if she didn't ask clearly! Her eyelids suddenly opened under the struggle of her strong obsession and physiological needs.
Suddenly, the eyes of light and darkness were always fixed on Ye Zhenqiao's face. He kept moving his mouth because she couldn't make any sound, and no one knew what she said.
Ye Zhenqiao comforted her tirelessly, while gently and orderly twirling the needle on Ye Fengqiao's body. It took about two or three minutes, and Ye Fengqiao's eyes, which were suddenly opened and closed, did not open again.
Ye Zhenqiao looked at Ye Fengqiao's still tense face, closed his eyes unbearably, and then opened it to reveal a sense of helplessness, and let out a long sigh. His tone did not give anyone a sigh of relief.
Instead, there is a heavy sadness and helplessness, which further highlights the feeling of depression that people can touch in the ward.
Ye Zhenqiao sat back on the chair, picked up Ye Fengqiao's hand from under the quilt, and skillfully pressed his fingers on Ye Fengqiao's pulse. He murmured to himself: "Die Ni'er is so cruel to herself! If I don't come back
...I won’t ignore you at this moment. If you are sure, I will definitely come back!"
After saying that, a smile suddenly popped up on her face. After disappearing for a short time, she snorted coldly, rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and put Ye Fengqiao's hand back. She raised her hand and gently stroked her slightly wrinkled forehead, and then gave it to her
He gently pressed and rubbed his temples. The words he said were not very impressive, "Congratulations, I can't die!"
Ye Fengqiao cannot move his eyes and cannot open his eyes, and his perception seems to be still there. Everything Ye Zhenqiao did made her confirm that the person around her was Ye Zhenqiao, and her condition became much more stable and her tense facial features were relieved.
Lei Qiqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ye Zhenqiao's words. In a blink of an eye, he saw Lei Qiyun staring at Ye Fengqiao's direction with his nerves. He raised his hand and touched him. Lei Qiyun was shocked and came back to his senses.
He looked at Lei Qiqian and breathed a sigh of relief.
Lei Qiyun's heart fell to the ground. When he first found out that Ye Fengqiao's face was wrong, his heart kept holding it. Especially when he saw Ye Zhenqiao changing his face when he came in, he thought that Ye Fengqiao would be surprised and he might never see him again.
My brain will be blank and I forget all the words and actions. I can only stare at Ye Zhenqiao's actions with breathing and concentration, and my eyes will not blink for fear of missing something.