The nurse quickly took off the medicine bottle that was about to be lost and replaced it with a new one. LAN Jingyi was relieved. The medicine bottle that she just took off was a sleeping medicine. It was time to replace it.
I watched the nurse go out, thinking that after the last bottle was lost, I could be transferred to another hospital. But before the door was closed, someone came in again.
This time, it's two.
One man and one woman, Yin Qingrou for the woman and Li Fuyu for the man.
Sure enough, it's impossible to have airtight walls in the same hospital.
Yin Qingrou came towards her with a smile. "Jingyi, I heard that the lacrosse was ill, so Fuyu and I came to see the lacrosse. Is he still awake?"
"Well."
"Oh, don't disturb his rest. Jingyi, this is my wedding invitation to Fuyu and I. at that time, you and the lacrosse must come." While talking, the white little hand handed over a gilded invitation. The invitation was very luxurious. It can be seen that Li Fuyu paid more attention to the wedding.
LAN Jingyi's eyes are attracted by Yin Qingrou's wrist, which is wrapped with thick gauze, slightly bloody, which makes people look at the eye and startled.
It's been a few days. Hasn't her wound healed yet?
It seems that her suicide is true.
"Oh, let Jingyi laugh at you. I cut the apple with a fruit knife that day and hurt my wrist carelessly. Now it's OK." Yin Qingrou put the invitation in LAN Jingyi's hand and put it down. "This month's 28th, don't forget, you must come too."
LAN Jingyi said with a smile, "I can't be the Lord of the lacrosse. When he wakes up, I will tell him whether he will go or not. He will inform Miss Yin. They are very happy. Jing Yi wishes them a happy life together in advance." This difficult master is finally getting married. Although Li Fuyu is more than 20 years older than her, he is nervous about her. If he can get someone who loves her, it will be enough.
What a woman wants is a man's pet and a man's love. Besides, everything is a floating cloud.
"Thank you." Yin Qingrou squinted and didn't speak, but Li Fuyu politely answered.
Remembering that he was drunk and ran to the small apartment to make trouble, and later was taken away by the people in the Bureau, LAN Jingyi laughed, "Mr. Li is polite. Do you want to sit down and have a cup of tea? I'll make it right away. "
"Don't bother. Qingrou is discharged from hospital today. If she wants to buy some things later, I won't disturb her. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Go, people come fast, also go fast.
LAN Jingyi only feels that the invitation in her hand is a little hot. I don't know what Jiang Jun's reaction will be when he knows that Yin Qingrou is going to marry. After all, she once loved her deeply. She thinks that Yin Qingrou's marriage to such an old man must have a bad feeling in his heart.
But this is Yin Qingrou's own choice.
Put away the invitation, wait for the last bottle of infusion, when Jiang Junyue wakes up, he can be discharged.
People are most afraid of being idle. When they are idle, they will think wildly. She is a little embarrassed when she remembers her sorrow last night. But she thinks that she didn't sleep much all night. Unconsciously, she fell asleep against the back of her chair.
The ward is quiet, two people fall asleep together, the picture is warm and harmonious.
When Jiang Junyue woke up, he saw that the woman opposite him was holding his hand lightly and sleeping soundly. He was stupefied, but he was especially lovely. When he looked up and saw that the infusion was about to end, he stretched out his hand to ring the bell and pull out the needle.
He still doesn't know how she came to the hospital, but it's good for her to come. He is relieved to see her sitting beside him.
The bell rang a little far away. For a moment, he couldn't reach it. He had to move his body. He rang the bell and said, "the infusion is over."
"I'll be right there." The nurse responded and hung up.
His voice is low, but the nurse is a big voice. LAN Jingyi moves and wakes up. When he opens his eyes, he just sees Jiang Junyue looking at himself. Suddenly, his face turns red, "when did you wake up?"
"Just woke up."
"Oh, it's time to pull out the needle." Looking up, she also found that the infusion was about to end.
"I've already called. The nurse is coming. Did Jiang Han inform you? He'll make a fuss. I'll be fine. "
All stomach bleeding, also said nothing, she angry at him one eye, "nothing to tell me, later, big or small things are not allowed to hide from me, otherwise, I am anxious with you."
"Good." The more Jiang Jun smiles, the more joyful he is. LAN Jingyi is about to ask him how he drank too much last night. The nurse comes in, pulls out the needle, and the infusion is finally over. "Mr. Jiang, this is your medicine. There is a daily quantity on the medicine box. Mr. Jiang can be transferred to another hospital."
"Transfer?" Jiang Jun more blankly looked at the nurse, this way: "which hospital am I in?"
LAN Jingyi said with a smile, "don't you know?"
"I don't know." He nodded innocently. Last night, his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't even speak. He only told Jiang Han not to tell her, so he fainted.
"Well, this hospital has a bright future. First, it has something to do with your old lover. Second, it has something to do with your new lover." He said with a smile. Sure enough, Jiang Junyue's face sank."Where's the new lover, the old lover, nonsense."
"Well, I've seen all of them today, and you dare to deny it. However, my old lover is going to get married, and he sent an invitation to the bridegroom to be. On the 28th of this month, President Jiang must attend. I wonder if my mother, who didn't tell you about it, can have the honor to accompany you?" Since Li Fuyu has come with Yin Qingrou, she should go with Jiang Junyue, so as to be polite, so as not to make Li Fuyu think too much.
After all, we all know the relationship between Yin Qingrou and Jiang Junyue.
"Who does she marry?" Sure enough, Jiang Jun's concern is not about Yin Qingrou's marriage, but the object of her marriage.
"Mr. Li."
"No way." Jiang Junyue said and touched his mobile phone, only to find that there was no one on the bed. "Jiang Han, give me back my mobile phone."
"I'm going to go through the transfer procedures for you. Well, it's the same for you to use mine first."
"Good." He really took it and pressed the numbers one by one excitedly. Yin Qingrou's number was not stored in her mobile phone, but he remembered it very clearly. One button at a time, he pressed it quickly.
"Qingrou, why him?" He asked with a trace of annoyance.
LAN Jingyi stands up and goes to the balcony. It's normal for him to care about Yin Qingrou. After all, the relationship he once had is in the past.
"He can be your father. Why are you so stupid?"
It's a roar again, but it's also a fact. LAN Jingyi is silently leaning against the balcony railing. The sky outside is very blue. The courtyard of the hospital is lush with flowers and plants, and the roads are full of people.
Big hospitals are like this. People who get sick are used to coming to big hospitals.
"No, I don't agree." After this sentence, the ward quieted down. LAN Jingyi waited for a long time, but there was no sound any more. Then he turned back to the ward. Jiang Jun was sitting on the bed with a black face, with the gilded invitation in his hand. Hearing the sound of her coming back, he raised his head. "I don't care who she married, but I can't be Li Fuyu. She can be her father. Don't you know?"
"Qingqing, are you still her? Her life is her own choice. What you want to give is just your advice. If you give it, you will try your best, don't you think? " She never understood what he said. She thought of Qinqin. If her children grow up and marry a man much older than herself, she would be unhappy as a mother. People always protect her. In Jiang Junyue's heart, although it is impossible to be with Yin Qingrou, he would treat her as a relative.
There are some things that you don't want to put aside.
Jiang Junyue doesn't speak any more. LAN Jingyi sits down and holds his hand. He just cares about Yin Qingrou. She is not angry at all. On the contrary, she is very happy because he cares about Yin Qingrou and doesn't carry her behind her back. That only means that he really lets Yin Qingrou go.
So what does it matter how much care he gives Yin Qingrou?
"Qing Qing, what's wrong between Yin Qingrou and Cheng Qingyang? Can you tell me?" Every time I ask him, he always talks about him. Today, she needs to know the answer. Then, the knot he tied with Yin Qingrou in her heart will be completely solved, and she can go to the wedding of Yin Qingrou and Li Fuyu.
Just when LAN Jingyi looked at him expectantly, he reached out and leaned her in his arms. "Do you really want to know?"
This sentence, his voice is particularly hoarse, low, just like the Cello Sound, with a little bit of depression, but people can't ignore it.
"Well, I really want to know."
"I said, make sure you don't get angry." He holds her face like a child and looks into her eyes attentively. It seems that only her verbal promise is not enough. She has to give him a guarantee from body to heart.
"Well, I promise not to be angry." According to his reaction, it seems that the answer is not good. For a moment, LAN Jingyi wants to not know at all. But looking at him, she thinks of Cheng Qingyang and Jin Xuexi, Yin Qingrou and Li Fuyu. Now they don't know how far they will go. She thinks that she should know the way. At least when facing them, she can be calm and don't go to Hu I have no idea.
The peach blossom that Jiang Jun provokes more, man woman, he wants to taste result, she also wants to accompany him together.
"Are you sure you're not angry?" He once again asked carefully.
It was like a child. This was the first time LAN Jingyi saw Jiang Junyue on such a side. She could not help leaning her head on his shoulder and smelling the masculinity of him. She said in soft judo, "no matter how they are, you are mine. You are my own. Therefore, I won't be angry."
"Well, I said that." In the ward, he opened his mouth. She heard her heart beat faster suddenly. That long and unknown story was finally opened in the dust