On the way back to the ward, Xiang Lao kept persuading Xiang Yurui to seize the happiness in front of him.

"Yurui, grandpa just hopes that you can find someone you really like. ”

"I know grandpa. ”

"If you like it, go after it. ”

"Okay. ”

Now Xiang Yourui is a little suspicious that Xiang Lao is pretending to be sick just now.

In fact, with the wealth of the Xiang family, even if Xiang Yourui dies soon, there are still many people who want to give birth to children for him.

It's just that he doesn't look down on any of them.

After all, Xiang Lao is a person of the older generation, and it is normal for people to want to leave his own blood for Xiang Yourui.

It's just that Xiang Yourui won't touch people he doesn't like.

But he didn't dare to touch the person he fancied.

Or, rather, unwilling to touch.

He doesn't know when he might leave this world, and it's even less likely that he'll provoke someone he likes.

What's more, the person he likes already has - the person she likes.

Lin Xinmo's boyfriend he has seen.

Although her boyfriend didn't recognize him, he recognized Ling Xingmo.

Although Xiang Yourui doesn't care about the family's business, he still cares about it occasionally.

Once I happened to see a photo of Ling Xingmo.

Ling Xingmo's appearance is indeed hard to forget.

Although the information showed that he was the most incompetent of the three brothers of the Ling family, he didn't think so.

His appearance in the photo is already amazing, but he himself is even more amazing.

The aura and temperament on his body cannot be formed overnight.

Ling Zhixiao and Ling Yunjing were far from being able to match him in this regard.

......

"You're already back?" Lin Xinmo said when he saw Ling Xingmo in the ward.

"Hmm. Ling Xingmo replied briefly.

Because Lin Xinmo was hospitalized, he would come back from work on time every day to accompany Lin Xinmo.

It's just that Lin Xinmo thought that he was only coming back now, but he didn't know that he was down there just now.

He saw Xiang Lao, and also knew that the man yesterday was Xiang Lao's grandson.

Naturally, he also saw the interaction between Xiang Lao and Xiang Yourui, as a person who has no one to love since his mother's death, and he needs to guard against other people's calculations and conspiracies at any time, that kind of family affection is also what he envies.

He also saw the yearning in Lin Xinmo's eyes.

At that time, he made up his mind in his heart that he would never let Lin Xinmo envy others again.

But he didn't plan to tell Lin Xinmo about what he saw.

He can calculate, he can be ruthless.

But calculation and ruthlessness will not be against Lin Xinmo.

He didn't want Lin Xinmo to be involved in the whirlpool of conspiracy.

He didn't want Lin Xinmo's simple life to be involved in these complicated things.

He is already complicated, so he wants to protect Lin Xinmo's simplicity even more.

And he doesn't need a woman to get things done.

It's not that he despises women, it's just that this woman is extremely important to him.

He put down his worries and accompanied Lin Xinmo to eat as usual.

This time, under his strict orders, Lin An's mouth was much more honest and he didn't tell Aunt Liu about it.

He and Lin Xinmo didn't want to see Aunt Liu at her age, and they ran back and forth for them for three days......

After the meal, Ling Xingmo pushed Lin Xinmo to take a walk downstairs.

"How long do I need to sit in a wheelchair?" Lin Xinmo asked while sitting in a wheelchair.

"Wait until your wounds heal. ”

That's great.

Ling Xingmo didn't see the smile on Lin Xinmo's face.

Since she didn't need to be in a wheelchair when her wounds healed, she would be able to walk with Ling Xingmo at that time.

The two wandered around the garden under the hospital for a while before returning to the room.

After coming back, Lin Xinmo read books and Ling Xingmo worked.

The two do not interfere with each other, and occasionally their eyes touch, and they will continue to be busy.

It's quiet, but there's a taste of happiness in the air that spreads silently.