The little girl in her arms was blushing, with mist in her eyes, and she whispered shyly that she was afraid that he would dislike her.
At this moment, countless thoughts flooded into Su Yuncheng's mind.
She was afraid that she would dislike her because of her poor health. Was she worried that he would not want to marry her for this reason? Or do you think she will be disliked because she will become a burden to him? Could it be that she had a bad feeling because he kept denying her ideas when dealing with Bai Bo's problem?
No matter what it was, Su Yuncheng's heart was hit, and he was so weak.
He gently put her down, reached out to brush away the broken hair from her cheeks, and met her panicked gaze. His eyes were so gentle that they could squeeze water out of her mouth.
Lin Nianhe was indeed panicked.
If she still can't get over it, then she really doesn't know how to make it up!
Su Yuncheng's fingers stayed on Lin Nianhe's cheek for a moment, tentatively touching her cheek.
He said: "How can I dislike you if you just say stupid things?"
Lin Nianhe blinked and looked at him intently.
Is this a letter?
probably?
Just in case, Lin Nianhe narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his head and rested his head on Su Yuncheng's palm for a few times, using a shameless beauty trap.
Su Yuncheng felt the smoothness of his palms, and looking at the kitten-like Lin Nianhe, his brain completely lost the ability to think.
At this moment, even if Lin Nianhe told him that she was the vanguard of the planet Cybertron, he would still dare to believe it.
He would even spontaneously feel that she came with friendly intentions.
Lin Nianhe glanced at Su Yuncheng's red ears, turned around, buried his face in the quilt, and finished the last scene conscientiously: "Hey... you hate me so much that you have to force me to say it... "
"Slow down, slow down!" Su Yuncheng came to his senses and quickly held down her injection hand, "Don't move around, I'm still getting an injection."
"Well...it's too late."
Lin Nianhe raised his hand. The needle was pulled off and a bulge appeared on the back of his hand.
"Bear with me." Su Yuncheng frowned slightly, holding her hand and pulling out the needle for her.
"hiss……"
Lin Nianhe gasped cooperatively and said in a calm tone: "It hurts so much."
If Sister Lan were present, she would definitely roll her eyes at her and say: You hurt me like a hammer.
But Sister Lan is not here, so Lin Nianhe can feel free to act as he pleases.
Lin Nianhe raised his eyes and looked at the glass bottle. There was only one finger high of the potion left.
She tugged on Su Yuncheng's sleeve: "There's only a little bit left, can you stop fighting?"
Su Yuncheng also looked at the few potions left, then looked at Lin Nianhe's pitiful eyes, and nodded unconsciously.
Lin Nianhe smiled like a flower: "Brother Yun Cheng is the best."
Su Yuncheng: "...!"
Because Lin Nianhe said, "Brother Yun Cheng is the best," Su Yuncheng agreed to stay with her at the health center at night without any hesitation.
He only came back to his senses at midnight - Lin Nianhe didn't bother to be discharged from the hospital this time.
As soon as he had a doubt in his mind, he lowered his eyes and saw Lin Nianhe's little hand stretched out at some point and softly hooked his sleeve.
Su Yuncheng: "..."
If he doesn't think about it anymore, he can do whatever he wants. It has nothing to do with him if the Milky Way explodes.
The next day, noon.
Wang Shumei came to see Lin Nianhe on behalf of the entire village of 300 people, old and young.
"Comrade Su, could you please go get some hot water? Nianhe has sweated a lot and needs to be cleaned up." Wang Shumei's excuse was reasonable and appropriate.
Su Yuncheng nodded and left with the basin.
Seeing him leaving the ward, Wang Shumei whispered in Lin Nianhe's ear: "Sister Lirong has left. She asked me to tell you that the goods have been taken away."
"That's okay." Lin Nianhe breathed a long sigh of relief and asked again, "What happened yesterday?"
"Sister Lirong went to see you and found that you had a serious fever. She went to the village primary school to find me and said that you were unwilling to go to the health center with her." Wang Shumei looked at the door of the ward and said quickly, "I'm thinking You were probably afraid of trouble picking up the goods, so I asked Xiaolan to send you here."
"I originally asked her to go to the police station to find Comrade Su. Unexpectedly, she met Comrade Feng on the road. It was a coincidence."
Lin Nianhe looked at Wang Shumei with admiration in his eyes.
She gave Wang Shumei a thumbs up: "Sister Shumei, it has to be you."
Wang Shumei raised an eyebrow at her, and then asked, "How are you?"
"The fever went away last night, and I dare not leave here." Lin Nianhe said, "If you don't come, I don't know how I can linger for another day."
Wang Shumei pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Do you understand my importance this time?"
"I've always known it." Lin Nianhe smiled and sat up on the bed.
The soreness in her body after the fever made her face grimace.
Lin Nianhe stretched out reluctantly, and when she moved her shoulders, she even heard the sound of joint friction.
"Why?"
Wang Shumei suddenly stretched out her hand.
Lin Nianhe looked at her blankly, and his eyes followed her hands to his clothes.
Wang Shumei grabbed Lin Nianhe's collar, her eyes full of confusion: "Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you yesterday, how did you make this dress...?"
Lin Nianhe looked at the coral velvet pajamas he was wearing and blinked...
The night before yesterday, she felt cold, so she took out a thick pajamas from the space.
Then what?
Then she got a fever and felt dizzy. She didn't remember why Wen Lan took her to the health center. How could she change her clothes?
Lin Nianhe was just about to say that he bought it in the capital, but the door of the ward opened and Su Yuncheng came in carrying a basin.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
There had never been a moment when she didn't want to see Su Yuncheng so much.
Wang Shumei poked Lin Nianhe's face: "Nianhe?"
"Huh? Oh, you're asking about this dress." Lin Nianhe smiled bravely, "I made this myself."
Wang Shumei's eyes were full of astonishment: "You, a person who can't even sew clothes, still have this ability?"
Lin Nianhe glanced at Su Yuncheng, and sure enough, he saw doubts in his eyes.
Obviously, he also had questions about this dress, but he was so dizzy due to the beauty trap that he didn't have time to ask.
Lin Nianhe nodded: "This is different from sewing clothes. Please listen to me...speak slowly."
Wang Shumei's eyes brightened slightly, and she looked at Lin Nianhe particularly seriously.
She thought the dress looked nice and looked very warm.
No matter what age it is, girls are irresistible to beautiful clothes, and Wang Shumei is not immune to this.
Lin Nianhe grabbed his sleeves and gritted his teeth to knit: "This is to use wool and rabbit fur to tie them into small bundles, and then comb them out bit by bit to make them look like, um... dandelions, you know?"
Wang Shumei nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, keep talking."
"Then, then...then hook them onto the base sweater..."
Lin Nianhe couldn't continue editing.
No one with an IQ in double digits should believe her nonsense!
