Jiang song's response is still a little slow.
He was stunned for a long time before he recognized Jiang's voice - lying in bed for four years, although people wake up, but the function has not fully recovered, his reaction is slow.
Turning his head to look at Jiang Wu, he slowly stirred up a warm smile and said in a dumb voice:
"you've become beautiful, little pocket."
The tears that Jiang Fu endured for a long time finally came down.
She walked forward and sat on the bed, but when she got to Jiang song, she didn't have the courage to hold him.
I'm afraid he's too weak to touch or even bear to touch.
Jiang song raised his hand and stroked her ball head. He couldn't help but dislike it and said: "although it's beautiful, it's still this ball head to comb. It's time to have a perm and have a good look."
His fingers are long and slender, he hasn't been in the sun for a long time, and he has a sick leucorrhea with a feeling of weakness.
Pale skin, faintly visible throughout the veins.
Jiang Wu held it with her backhand, and the hot tears splashed on the back of his hand.
"Great I'm really like a dream. Brother, you finally wake up... "
"Thank you, Xiao touer. Thank you for everything you've done for me."
Jiang song did not miss these four years. Although he was not sober, he was not totally unconscious.
Sometimes, when Jiang Fu came to the ward to see him, she would always tell him a lot from her heart. Jiang song knew many things.
When Jiang querong threatens her with Baijin, he is not worth and angry for her; when mysterious laboratory tempts her with chips and makes her go on the road of e-Competition anchor, he is worried and moved.
There was no absence. He was there all the time.
Fortunately, God finally let him wake up. He could stand behind Jiang Wu and not let her suffer any more grievances. No matter Li family or Jin Zuo, Jiang song would never hurt her.
Jiang Wu wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped them.
In the end, she just couldn't bear it!
He plunged into Jiang song's arms and let out all the waiting and grievances of these four years.
"Don't cry, I'm back."
Jiang song patted her on the back, gentle and shallow.
Jiang Fu cried a happy, wait for sob slow after strength son, just feel oneself some disgrace.
With swollen walnut eyes and raising her head, she was not afraid of Jiang song's teasing, but asked in a hoarse voice:
"are you hungry? What would you like to eat? Are you tired? Would you like to sleep a little longer? "
Jiang song shakes his head:
"I've slept long enough, and I don't want to waste any more minutes and seconds." he looks at the white porridge that Butler Mao brought in early, but he still has no appetite:
"if I can't eat anything, I'll lose another two days of nutrient solution, and recover my diet a little bit."
"Well, when you recover, I'll cook for you myself. I still remember what you want."
Jiang Wu's poor cooking skills are all for Jiang song's practice.
What he likes to eat, she knows, although later added crazy Xiaobai, but crazy Xiaobai is just rubbing rice with light.
Talking about Rujia restaurant, Jiang song pointed to the TV screen and said with emotion:
"four years later, lock finally won the championship. I envy Xiaobai that he can finish the regret by himself."
Looking at the sharp operation of ad on the screen, Jiang song hardly needs to listen to the commentary, and immediately recognizes that he is crazy Xiaobai.
Jiang Fu immediately points to his wrist and explains the chip from the beginning.
It omits the task of attacking Jin Zuo in the middle and Jin Zhongnan's plot. It only says that the chip was made according to Jiang song's behavior habits and data analysis.
Although she played in the game, the hero's style is exactly the style of Jiang song.
"It's like brother, you won the championship. I'm just a substitute!"
Jiang song'an listens to her as she does when she is asleep.
Seeing that she was tired, she took the water cup beside the bed and gave it to her with all her strength:
"by the way, what about Jin Zuoyu? I want to see him. "
He also wanted to see his long lost comrades.