Su Mo is cold, his face is not open, and her eyes fall on Ye Fei as if she wants to eat people. Ye Fei stops talking and dare not say more.

Half an hour later, ye Fei looked at her left hand wrapped up like a steamed bun. She still couldn't help but say, "is it too exaggerated?"

Su Mo cold white her one eye, turned to let people to prepare lunch.

Ye Fei gently smiles, looking at his busy appearance in the patient's uniform, inexplicably satisfied.

Although they were hospitalized to recuperate their wounds, they had a lively life. During the day, ye Feifei would paint and paint, and sun sun would nourish spirits. Su Mohan would deal with emergency documents and meetings.

At night, they turn off all the lights, and no one else does anything else. They nestle together to watch TV, simple and silent.

Ye Fei suddenly fell in love with everything here, perhaps because after losing too much, the tranquility made her feel at ease, and even the smell of disinfected water was no longer pungent.

She likes to cuddle together in this small bed. Not only can she look up at the stars in the night sky, but also she can feel that she has a lot of time to spend in the spare time of the whole day.

She also likes him to occasionally hand over a fruit, like him sometimes like a child, like his occasionally overbearing, like his peace of mind around.

Or, I like his occasional mischief.

"When will you take the initiative again?" Su Mohan's chin is against her forehead and his voice is hoarse.

"I'm afraid you can't stand it." Ye Fei defied.

"Well, would you like to have a try?"

……

Three days later, Su Mo Han's injury was not serious. As long as he followed the doctor's advice, he could go home and cultivate himself. Because the hospital was too monotonous, his party packed up and set off for home.

Since the man last looked for ye Fei in the hospital, for several days, ye Fei did not move, and Su Mohan has always been with Meimei.

Finally, on the last day, the middle-aged man couldn't hold his breath. He called Ye Fei again and asked her to do it today.

Ye Fei Mu ran should go down, hang up the phone, took out the pistol that had been hidden in the jewelry box, rubbed it repeatedly in her hand for a while, and quietly hid it in her waist. Her eyes changed again and again, revealing the intention of erasing from time to time.

Not long after the phone hung up, ye Fei's phone rang again. She thought it was the man again, but Su Mohan's number came into her eyes. She then connected the phone.

Su Mohan tells Ye Fei that there is a dinner party to attend tonight, and asks her to prepare in advance. When the time comes, the Housekeeper will send her to the company and they will go to the dinner together.

Ye Fei chose a water blue dress, not too long, not too long, not over the knee, wearing a light make-up, more than at that time.

After finishing everything, she did not forget her black pistol. She simply found something to tie the pistol to her thigh and put down her skirt to cover it. In this way, it was seamless.

This evening, Su Mohan wore a silver gray suit and stood with Ye Fei, a water blue skirt, which attracted almost everyone's attention.

As soon as the two appeared, there were constant compliments. Ye Fei always accompanied the mechanized smiling face, but Su Mohan was cold all the time, and had no expression at all. Ye Fei had to praise him. If it had not been known for a long time, others would have thought he was a facial paralysis.