Chapter 35

Ali came with delicious vegetable porridge half an hour later. Because he just woke up, the doctor specially advised that the diet should be light. The vegetable porridge is cooked in the kitchen, with mushrooms and small vegetables in it, as well as several cool dishes.

Lin Mutong can only reluctantly lean against the back of the bed. He is infusion in his hand. It must be inconvenient to eat by himself. Ali is holding a small bowl of fragrant vegetable porridge and is preparing to feed the young lady.

Mo ziyao didn't say anything. He took the bowl directly and scooped a spoonful of porridge, round rice grains, fungus powder and green vegetables. It was particularly gratifying on Bai Yingying's spoon. She almost finished a small bowl of vegetable porridge. Ali was trying to hold another bowl for her. Lin Mutong waved his hand, "enough, I don't want it. I'm a little full," and smiled shyly at several people.

Mo ziyao motioned Ali to fill another bowl. Lin Mutong thought it was for himself. She waved her hand in horror. Her stomach is no better than before. She has supported it.

Mo ziyao took the bowl of porridge and did give it to himself. Ali smart immediately gave Ji Hansheng another bowl. Ji hanshuai blinked at Ali. Ali couldn't even hold the spoon. Lin Mutong couldn't help laughing and didn't speak.

"Ziyao, you haven't shaved your beard well." Lin Mutong looked at Mo ziyao's clean chin. Now it was full of stubble. He didn't shave it carefully.

"Nothing."

"But it's not handsome."

Ji Han and Ali cleverly left the ward and left space for them.

They looked at each other with sweet and sticky eyes. Endless friendship and romance flowed in their eyes. Lin Mutong suddenly thought that he had used the bowl that Mozi Yao had just eaten porridge, but he continued to use it. His face turned red when he thought about it.

"Ziyao, I want to go to bed. Go to the sofa and sleep for a while." Mo ziyao's eyes were black, obviously because he didn't sleep well or didn't sleep at all.

"I watched you sleep." Mo ziyao supported his forehead with his hand and looked at her sweetly.

"But I slept, too. Sleep for a while."

"OK, I'll sleep here." Mo ziyao lay on the hospital bed, but only held Lin Mutong's hand in his hand. He slept quickly and breathed evenly in a moment. Lin Mutong's tears came down. Although Ji Han and he were unwilling to tell themselves why they came to the hospital, she already knew how much she had made him * * from the intensive care unit to the general ward. Maybe she had been waiting until now They don't sleep.

Mo ziyao's side face is very beautiful, with a high nose, thick eyebrows and sexy lips. Looking at his sleeping face, she also tilted her head and watched him slowly fall asleep.

When he woke up again, Mozi Yao had already woke up and was staring at himself. Her long and curly eyelashes slowly opened like a flower and bloomed the most beautiful scenery.

Mozi Yao saw her wriggling, "are you uncomfortable?"

"I want to go to the bathroom." Lin Mutong's voice is like a mosquito, very small, and his face is red to the ears.

Mo ziyao couldn't help laughing and then picked her up and slowly went to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" seeing that he stretched out his hand to take off his pants, Lin Mutong immediately stretched out his hand to stop him and sternly questioned.

"No, your left leg is inconvenient and you can't stand stably. I can only hold you. Besides, we grew up together when we were children, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. We've seen it when we were children." he said with a bad smile on his face.

Lin Mutong stretched out his hand and pulled down his pants, so he let others hold him to pee for the first time in his life.

Mo ziyao held her on the track bed. Her face was still red. He bowed his head and printed a kiss on her forehead. "It's okay. We'll get married sooner or later."

At noon, Ali sent rice again. It was still light, but chicken soup was stewed in the kitchen and special oil was added. It was very light and not greasy.

"I seem to be able to eat by myself." looking at him going to feed himself, the spoon has been put to his mouth.

It's another feeling to feed a meal like this. Ji Han can't help but go out of the ward, "I don't make a light bulb. I'll go first."

Ji Han's figure disappeared in the ward. He walked out slowly along the corridor alone, because it was noon. There were no stars in the sky like the night when Xiao ear lived in the intensive care unit last time. He was alone. But at the moment, even if the sun shines on him, his heart is still sour, but anyway, at least Xiao ear is fine.

"Look at you, I can eat by myself. You scare people away." Ali sent rice. Seeing Ji Han out, he also understood that this was not his place to stay, and hurried to sit on the chair above the corridor.

"I'm not a ghost. I can scare people away?" Lin Mutong was amused by her. She simply waited for the young master to serve herself.

Mo ziyao's slender white fingers held the spoon. When she fed it to her, her eyes stared at the finger tightly, but she was telling herself that she didn't blame her flower mania. Who called herself manual control?

Lin Mutong's legs have been in plaster. The doctor said that it would take at least a month. When Lin's father and mother came to see her, she woke up. Lin's mother was holding a bunch of daisies. Lin Mutong quickly sat up and wanted to lean against the bed. Lin's mother came to hold Lin Mutong. Seeing this, she couldn't help crying first and carefully held her daughter in her arms, "Tongtong, my Tongtong, you have suffered."

Father Lin just looked at his daughter with gentle eyes and didn't say anything. Maybe it's more because his father is not good at expression and is deeper.

The Lin family spent most of the day with their daughter in the ward. Mozi Yao sat on the sofa with a dark face. After all, mother Lin occupied her own position, but she didn't care about it because she thought that others really cared about little ears.

"Mom, let you worry. I'm fine. You and Dad don't have to run around every day. I'll see you every day when I get well after I leave the hospital." Lin Mutong's face is the wayward smile of his little daughter.

"Uncle Lin, this way, please." an attendant came up to serve them tea immediately.

"Try this tea," Mo ziyao said impolitely. He picked up a cup of tea and drank it.

"This tea is good tea. It tastes sweet and long." father Lin put down his cup and began to comment.

"I didn't expect my uncle to study tea very much. Come on, take a bag of tea." someone quickly presented the unopened Junshan silver needle.

Finally, mother Lin finished her intimate words with her daughter, and then left with father Lin.