Jiang Luo drove his car and took Li Erya all over the imperial capital.
Xihe is conscientiously playing the role of a good sister and a good daughter. She is busy in the hospital. As for Gu Huai? She drove people back.
"Xiaohua, I heard the doctor said that you can be discharged from the hospital in two days, right?"
Mother Li asked while wiping Little Brother Li's face.
Xihe nodded: "Yes."
The two sisters always felt uneasy at home, so after Li Xiaodi's condition stabilized, Li's father went home. Now only Xihe and Li's mother are in the hospital.
Tuk-tuk-tuk,
The door opened and an aunt came in carrying food.
This is the nurse hired by Gu Huai, and she and Li's mother take turns taking care of Little Brother Li. After all, Xihe doesn't live in the hospital and only comes here during the day.
"Mom, eat first."
The three of them started to eat.
A few days later, Li Xiaodi's attending physician came in and announced that he could be discharged from the hospital.
After being discharged from the hospital, he still needed post-care, and he would come to the hospital from time to time to check whether the condition had recurred. However, these things could be done in Jiang City, so Xihe took the person to play with him for two days before sending him back in person.
TRAIN STATION,
Mother Li glanced at Gu Huai who was collecting tickets, pulled Xihe aside, and asked her with a deep eyebrow, "What's going on between you and Teacher Gu?"
Although he returned to the laboratory, Gu Huai would still come over often to check on Li Xiaodi's condition.
The two of them had a close friendship. No matter how they met, they couldn't stop the love in their eyes. They were so entangled that they held hands after leaving the ward. Once or twice, Mother Li didn't notice. How could she not notice it after too many times?
But she refused to believe it no matter what.
So I held it in for several days, and when I was about to leave, I couldn't help but ask.
Mother Li prayed in her heart, hoping it was her illusion. Xihe also looked at her and immediately said: "It's nothing? What are you talking about, Mom?"
You act so stupidly.
Mother Li: "..."
Is this coaxing her? Or coax her?
She slapped Xihe hard and glared at her: "Tell the truth."
Xihe's eyes drifted from side to side. She actually wanted to say it, but wasn't she afraid that they wouldn't be able to bear it and wanted to delay it for two years until she and Gu Huai could make it?
When Li's mother saw this, she gave Li her arm another slap.
hiss,
It hurts.
Xihe lowered his head, wrung his fingers, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "...It's just what you think."
Mother Li's eyes widened instantly and she covered her head with one hand, her face full of pain. Xihe was frightened and quickly helped her: "Mom, are you okay?"
Just as Gu Huai finished taking the tickets, he strode over immediately upon seeing this: "Auntie, are you okay?"
Ah, aunt? ?
Mother Li couldn't help but look up at him.
The suit is straight, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. There is a nervous look on his handsome face. He is indeed young, handsome and rich.
However, he used to call her 'Li An'an's parent'.
Now he calls her aunt!
Mother Li felt very uncomfortable, and inexplicably a little happy that such a good teacher Gu became her family!
She had been worried about Teacher Gu's marriage before, not knowing what kind of girl he would marry. After all, Teacher Gu was a great benefactor to their family. Without Teacher Gu's hard work, it was not certain whether her daughter would be able to get into the University of Tokyo. ,Now……
She looked at the two of them.
The young man opened the schoolbag behind the girl very naturally, put his mobile phone, ID card, etc. in it, and then looked at the flower bed: "There are stools over there. Let's help my aunt to rest first."
Mother Li: "..."
Her headache disappeared instantly, her body became less limp, and she directly stated that she would go check in the ticket now.
She couldn't look at it anymore, her head hurt and her eyes hurt, so she asked her to slow down.
