In the pure white ward of the hospital, Jiang Li was holding Rong Ning's little hand, her eyes were tired, but she didn't leave him for a moment.
The sky outside had dimmed, and the old voice was still faintly heard in the corridor, and Rong Jing was still dealing with it outside.
In fact, the little bun has already woken up once, and the old man's hands are really powerful.
On the highway, the old man lifted up Rong Ning's clothes, revealing his fair and slightly bulging belly, and pinched his side waist with both hands.
Just like that, the originally lifeless Rong Ning woke up in an instant, gasping for breath, tears in the corners of his eyes.
He cried almost all the way to the hospital, and before the hospitalization procedures were completed, Rong Ning had already fallen asleep in Jiang Hao's arms.
The doctor planned to put a hanging needle on Rong Ning, but the old man stopped him. He couldn't understand a word of those medical terms, Jiang Li.
Only the chestnut-haired young man had been leaning against the wall by the door without speaking, and the old man scolded him "little beast".
After a while, the old man was pushed into the ward by the young man in a wheelchair.
Looking at Rong Ning lying on the bed, the old man's eyes were full of tenderness: "It's really a beautiful child," after a pause, the old man turned his head and glanced at the young man behind him, "It's not like you at all, a big man. It's not cute at all!"
Jiang Li stood up and made room for the old man: "Thank you, old man."
"Hey, it's just a small matter, thank you." He stroked Rong Ning's forehead vigorously, but after a while, he frowned slightly.
Turning around, the old man greeted the chestnut-haired young man: "Do you think this child's eyebrows are similar to yours?"
"There are many people who look exactly the same in this world. What's the matter with them?" The young man was obviously impatient and put his hands in his pockets.
"Anyhow, he's a doctor, so why is he so bad-tempered!" The old man taught him a lesson, "I was really blind back then, and I accepted you Jiang Ye as my apprentice!"
Jiang Hao thought for a while and looked at the young man.
I don't know why, but the name "Jiang Ye" is very familiar, but the familiar feeling is like a fishbone, stuck in my throat.
Because of the memories, Jiang Hao didn't realize that his eyes were always on Jiang Ye, and he didn't realize that Rong Jing's hot and gloomy eyes were always on her.
"Ali, are you hungry?" He walked over to Jiang Li, holding only the phone in his hand. There was a faint stench of sweat on his body, mixed with the smell of men, which made people feel a little reassured.
Jiang Hao was startled, then turned to look at Rong Jing.
It's this kind of ghostly affectionate name again.
"The old gentleman and this Doctor Jiang are probably hungry too. After being busy for most of the day, I was really focused on Xiao Jiu, and I didn't take care of you. I'm really sorry."
She didn't answer Rong Jing's question directly, but first thoughtfully thought of the two saviors of the little bun in front of her.
"If it's convenient, let's go out for a light meal together." The smile on her face was clean and pure, but after all, she had been busy all day, and her eyes were always a bit tired.
The old man patted Jiang Ye's hand: "No, we have other things to do when we come back this time, so we won't stay for now. We will meet again when we have a chance."
This is the old man's intuition.
Jiang Ye didn't want to stay here any longer. He smoothly waited for the old man to finish speaking, then pushed the old man and left.
Jiang Hao wanted to chase him out, trying to figure out who Jiang Ye was, but Rong Jing grabbed his wrist.
"Why, did you see your cousin?"
His eyes were sharp, and he stared at the woman in front of him. He always felt uncomfortable and tight in his heart.
The blue veins on the back of the hand burst out, but Rong Jing didn't use too much force, after all, he was afraid of hurting her.
"Cousin?" Jiang Hao turned around and was pulled directly into his arms by Rong Jing. She raised her head and met his gaze.
After a long while, Jiang Hao woke up: "You mean...that Jiang Ye is my uncle's son?"
Yes, she remembered that her uncle had a son. She seemed to have played together when she was a child, but that was too long ago. The hatred for the Jiang family has long surpassed the little warmth of childhood.
"He's studying medicine..." The memories of that time poured out like water that opened the gate, and Jiang Hao remembered that bright, outrageous gentle man.
At that time, Jiang Ye was well-behaved and sensible, but he was not very popular with Jiang Junjie. He always liked to help take care of stray cats and dogs at the animal shelter.
Her uncle was an arrogant and conceited person after all, and naturally he didn't want his son to be so unpromising. What Jiang Li saw most was Jiang Ye, who was holding the injured kitten, hunched over his back, next to Jiang Junjie's bamboo board.
"Jiang Li!" Rong Jing was finally angry, even if she was in her arms, was this woman still thinking of other men?
"Mr. Rong, men and women don't agree with each other." Jiang Hao wanted to push the man in front of him away.
Unexpectedly, Rong Jing hugged her even tighter.
"Jiang Hao, I don't like you looking at other men." He said stubbornly, lowered his head, and looked at Jiang Hao's soft but sullen face that was close at hand.
Having never seen such a Rongjing before, Jiang Hao laughed: "As Mr. Rong said, he is my cousin, and I will never be tempted by my cousin no matter how bad it is."
Rong Jing was speechless, but looking at Jiang Hao's expression, he felt that he was missing a large part of her life, and this part was occupied by other men, and he felt very uncomfortable.
After struggling a bit, making sure that Rong Jing hadn't let go of his own intentions, Jiang Hao's expression became tough: "Mr. Rong!"
"Don't shout so alienated."
"Rong Jing, I'm hungry." Jiang Hao said compromisingly.
The atmosphere in the ward was stalemate for a long time, and the whole floor was silent when the lights came on.
Rong Jing let go of Jiang Hao: "Sorry, I just overstepped." He lowered his hands.
I don't know if it was Jiang Hao's illusion, but she always felt that there was a sense of disappointment and helplessness in this "sorry".
Jiang Hao shook her head, "I want to eat Zuixiange's signature dish." She offered.
"Okay." Rong Jing agreed readily, "I'll buy you a copy of everything."
"Bring it back and let's eat together." Jiang Li corrected Rong Jing's statement.
If she brought a portion of everything back for her to eat, she would either eat to become fat or die in this hospital ward.
Hearing this, Rong Jing's brows softened a little. Unexpectedly, he leaned over Jiang Li's forehead and gently dropped a kiss, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."