He Xiangyang was a little panicked and said incoherently, "I'm sorry, Ning Ning, I didn't know you bought it, I went to pick it up..."
He lifted the quilt to get out of bed, forgot that he was infusion, pulled the needle, and groaned.
Mu Ning sighed, "Forget it, just sit down on the bed."
She walked over to the bed and rang the call bell.
"I'm sorry, Ning Ning." He Xiangyang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her longingly.
"It's okay..." Just as Mu Ning was about to speak, a slender figure slowly folded in his peripheral vision.
Gu Zhiyin looked at the fruits scattered on the ground, feeling distressed and funny at the same time.
He picked up the bag and reached out to pick it up.
This noble man is actually squatting on the ground picking up fruit?
I was always being taken care of. When had I ever done something so condescending?
He Xiangyang turned around and saw it, his brows furrowed, what was he doing, was he trying to show off in front of Ning Ning?
He Xiangyang turned around and shouted subconsciously, "Ning Ning..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Ning walked over quickly.
Kneel down and stop the man.
"Let me do it."
Gu Zhiyin turned his head to look at her, his eyes dark, "I didn't help him, I picked it up for you."
He picked up a small and ruddy lotus mist and looked at it casually, "Although I don't like your thoughts on other men, I don't want them to be treated like this."
"I know." Mu Ning whispered, "Thank you."
Gu Zhiyin curled his lips and said, "Yeah."
He Xiangyang sat on the bed, watching with annoyance as they gathered together to pick up fruits, muttering something.
He felt so redundant!
At the same time, he felt that this man was an eyesore!
"Ning Ning, my hand hurts so much. Come and help me. It seems to be bleeding."
"Ah? Where?"
Mu Ning stood up suddenly, and his eyesight turned black.
A hand held her up when she fell.
"I'll show you."
The man walked over quickly.
Before He Xiangyang could react, his hand was pinched, and he screamed uncontrollably.
"Let go ah ah ah..."
Mu Ning heard the heart-rending screams and subconsciously covered his ears.
"Ahem!" The nurse stood at the door and knocked deliberately.
"Don't make loud noises in the ward."
Only then did He Xiangyang free his hand.
"What's wrong with ringing the call bell?"
Mu Ning said: "He lost his stitches, please give him another stitch."
"You're such a big man, why are you so careless..." the nurse came in scolding, "If you don't pay attention to your hand, you may have to reattach it."
He Xiangyang lay paralyzed on the bed gasping for air in pain, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and could no longer refute a word.
Gu Zhiyin stood by the bed and raised his hand to check the time, "Ning Ning taught me not to come empty-handed."
He raised his lips indifferently, "Mr. He, I have prepared a big gift for you."
After that, he made a phone call, "Let them come in."
Immediately, dozens of men in black funeral clothes filed in, holding large bouquets of chrysanthemums.
The small ward was so crowded that there was no place to stand.
The nurse and Mu Ning were frightened by the fight.
What is this for?
He Xiangyang glared at Gu Zhiyin, "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you asking for a visit? Mr. He is so in need of visits. I will satisfy your small request and call more people to come."
He Xiangyang choked in his chest, "Who are these people? I don't fucking know them. You asked me to come see me?"
He Xiangyang thought it was the thugs called by Gu Zhiyin to intimidate him.
The momentum was so huge that even Mu Ning thought that Gu Zhiyin had asked someone to beat He Xiangyang.
Gu Zhiyin looked over and said, "Introduce yourself."
"Mr. He, I am the master of ceremonies at Danyang Funeral Home in Beijing..."
"I am the undertaker of the White House..."
"I am from Shoukang Funeral..."
This man actually asked the funeral organizer to come to the hospital to visit him? !
Apart from people, the whole room is filled with yellow chrysanthemums.
"Mr. He, I am..."
"Shut up!" He Xiangyang's face turned ugly and he pointed at the door, "Get out of here, get out of here!"
"Ning Ning, Mr. He, let us go. It's better not to make trouble here." The man opened his mouth and said to Mu Ning.
"I didn't let her...ahem." He Xiangyang was about to faint from anger.
Gu Zhiyin had already arrived at Mu Ning's side, put his arm around her waist, and gently said on top of her head: "Let's go."
Mu Ning pursed her lips. It seemed like her being here would bring misfortune to He Xiangyang, so she'd better leave.
Before leaving, Gu Zhiyin picked up the fruit and said, "If you don't want Ning Ning's feelings, I will take them away."
He left just as he came.
A lot of the same.
The little nurses who met him again on the road were all surprised.
…
When getting off the elevator, Mu Ning broke out of his arms.
"Gu Zhiyin, are you childish?"
Gu Zhiyin:?
"Does an old man in his thirties care about this with a twenty-year-old?"
"How can you tell a person's age when you're unhappy?"
If someone dares to covet his things, even if a three-year-old child comes, he will still take care of them.
"He is a patient after all, and you bullied him into this..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Ning made a "thud" sound, and the tip of his nose hit the man's hard chest.
"Bullying him?"
A dull sound seemed to come from his chest.
Gu Zhiyin held her in his arms and sneered displeasedly, "If you weren't here, he might have been destroyed by me."
Mu Ning was stunned and gritted his teeth, "You are so perverted!"
"So Ning Ning should have less contact with the opposite sex, otherwise I will really kill him."
"Why don't you allow me to have contact with the opposite sex?"
This man is still so possessive of her, he is no longer hers!
"It's just me who raised Ningning for twelve years."
