Wen Qing's nose was sour, and her eyes were red.

Listening to He Yiming's self-blame, she couldn't help choking up, and kept shaking her head at him, indicating that she was really fine.

Seeing that she couldn't bear to cry, He Yiming hugged her head with both hands, "Fool, I hit my head, if you keep shaking it like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the headache." ”

Wen Qing was silent, her watery eyes were dripping, and her heart was different from usual, no longer resisting He Yiming's touch and concern.

"Don't move." She opened her mouth, and when she pulled his hand down, her eyes were terribly red.

He was injured in the lung, Wen Qing felt that he would pull the wound when he raised his hand, so she hurriedly sat down closer to her, and then pulled his hand down.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Seeing his face that was no better than herself, Wen Qing looked away, her eyes staring at a certain place in the void, and her heart was even more uneasy.

When he had an accident, she never let go of it, and always felt that if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been hurt.

"It hurts, it hurts." He Yiming's face was white, his fingers touched Wen Qing's hand, and seeing that she didn't object, he directly held her hand.

"Qingqing, it hurts here." He took her hand and pressed it to his chest.

Wen Qing knew that he had just undergone surgery, and she didn't dare to struggle, for fear of touching his wound and making him uncomfortable again.

"Does it hurt, does it hurt?" Looking at the pain in his eyes, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask.

He Yiming nodded, looking aggrieved, his eyes blinking, as if he had been bullied.

"You're still hitting me in the face." His tone is like that of a child, a child who is wronged by an adult.

When it came to this, Wen Qing's face was scornful, and she couldn't help lowering her head and muttering in a low voice, "Who, who made you ...... so suddenly"

The next words, she was embarrassed to say, and her face turned red.

He Yiming rubbed her palm, with a smile in his eyes, "Then next time I will kiss again with your consent." ”

Wen Qing nodded subconsciously, and when she reacted to what he said, her eyes straightened when she looked at him.

"You, you......" she stammered, half of them embarrassed.

Wen Junyan laughed out out untimely on the side, "It's all old husbands and wives, and you guys are really enough." ”

Wen Qing was blushed by Wen Junyan's words, her cheeks were pink, and her eyes revealed her confusion at the moment.

He Yiming glanced at Wen Junyan angrily, didn't he see that the atmosphere was just right now? What a mess!

Afraid that Wen Qing would be too embarrassed, He Yiming simply pulled Wen Qing into his arms, and then gestured to Wen Junyan with a little disgust, "Go, go, adults talk, what do children say?" ”

Wen Junyan pouted, he didn't kill a donkey with such a grinding mill, phew, he is not a donkey!

was driven away, Wen Junyan reluctantly walked out, "Yes, you two should live together, I'll go through the formalities for you, save yourself from going back and taking care of them separately, the two of them are going to make trouble again." ”

Wen Junyan sighed as he walked, with a youthful and mature tone, listening carefully, there was a bit of spoiling in his words.

After he opened the door and walked out, Wen Qing gently patted He Yiming's hand and motioned for him to let go of himself.

He Yiming obediently did so, and as soon as his hand was released, Wen Qing withdrew from his arms, but when he looked at him, it was still a little unnatural.

"Qingqing." Compared with before, He Yiming is calmer now, and he is more pitiful.

"Huh?" She looked up, and when she noticed the tenderness and tenderness in his eyes, she quickly turned her head away.

It's not that she doesn't want to see He Yiming yet, on the contrary, the moment he pounced, she wanted to understand a lot of things, and she also clearly realized that her heart and she still loved him.

Although she is very unproductive, she has obviously been hurt by him three or four times, but she always remembers him with a heart and still has feelings for him.

Moreover, Wen Qing also admitted that since she came back, she saw He Yiming's changes in her heart.

At least he is no longer as arrogant and unreasonable as before, but has more rogue methods, such as looking at her deliberately pitifully now, seeing that she is soft-hearted.

"I remember before I fainted, you told me not to die, right?" He smiled, playing with her hand as if her little hand was some playful object, pinching it non-stop.

Wen Qing nodded, feeling that this was not good, and wanted to pull her hand out, but as soon as she moved, she heard He Yiming gasp, and her face turned white in an instant, and she didn't dare to move immediately.

"You've forgiven me, haven't you?" He Yiming asked cautiously, looking at her face as he asked.

Wen Qing lowered her head and remained silent.

Although He Yiming felt that Wen Qing cared about him, she didn't let go, the longer he waited, the more he was unhappy in his heart.

"Qingqing." He was a scoundrel to the end, and simply dragged out the end and called her, how did it sound like he was coquettish.

Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Once upon a time, He Yiming was high and cold, and he couldn't get close to him all day long.

But now he is actually coquettish and cheating, and he will protect her wholeheartedly to protect her, and even do everything for her.

Such He Yiming is unfamiliar to Wen Qing, and he once longed for it in his heart.

This kind of him, compared with before, made Wen Qing feel that he was by her side, guarding her at all times, which made her feel inexplicably more at ease

tang, full sense.

"I forgive you." couldn't resist his pitiful eyes, Wen Qing said stiffly.

He Yiming bent the corners of his mouth in a good mood, and wanted to hug her into his arms in the next second, but she grabbed her hand and didn't let go.

"You said don't move, you'll get a wound, don't you understand?" Wen Qing was a little annoyed and angry, and her voice involuntarily became louder.

He Yiming knew the awkwardness in her heart, smiled lightly, and the corners of her mouth curved down in the next second, like a big boy who couldn't please his favorite toy.

"But I want to hug you." He spoke aggrievedly, the fingers she held restlessly.

"Shut up." She blushed and whispered, her fierce appearance was so cute in He Yiming's opinion.

However, she wouldn't let him speak, so he kept quiet.

In He Yiming's opinion, as long as she forgives him and is willing to say this sentence herself, then there will still be a chance and a future between them.

As for what happened next, He Yiming believes that things are man-made.

What's more, he can also understand that Wen Qing eats soft rather than hard.

Since then, he has been getting along with her in a different way, anyway, looking at the way she is now, she can't see her grievances and pitiful.

really loves her, who cares about the problem of losing face.

Otherwise, he would not have knelt down in front of a group of celebrities and sung conquest to her today, so low and small.

Just when He Yiming was thinking about how to fight for his welfare, he saw Wen Qing blushing and slowly leaning over, putting his hands under his armpits and gently hugging him.

didn't expect her to take the initiative to hug herself, He Yiming couldn't help but be stunned, his body subconsciously tensed, but when he smelled the fragrance of her hair between his nose, his heart softened, and his body relaxed.

"Qing ......" his mouth moved, and his voice as gentle as water leaked out.

"Don't speak." She slapped him on the back as if she were a child.

The force in her hand was very light, but He Yiming's aggrieved coquettish voice instantly came from her ears.

"You hit me." He complained in a whisper.

The two were too close, and unless he didn't speak, Wen Qing would always hear clearly.

"Nonsense." Wen Qing was anxious and was about to let go of his hand, but his hand pressed hers.

"Just hug it for a while." He also knew that he couldn't get an inch anymore, so he rubbed in her neck socket and smelled her greedily, "I like it like this and miss it very much." ”

Miss......

His words made Wen Qing's heart tremble.

"You...... You ......" She still stammered, only this time a little more confused.

The corners of He Yiming's mouth rose slightly, he suddenly enjoyed this moment, and the time he quietly hugged her unexpectedly made him feel comfortable.

"Qingqing." He called her name over and over again, but all with his tenderness for her.

"Well, I'm here." She answered softly, enjoying the moment as much as he did.

"Don't leave again." He seemed to be muttering to himself.

But Wen Qing could hear the hesitation and panic in his tone.

He was really afraid of leaving.

"Well, I'm not leaving." She nodded, as if in promise.

With her assurance, He Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief, and most of the weight of his body was pressed on her body.

"Does the wound hurt?" Feeling his strangeness, Wen Qing was a little nervous, and quickly grabbed his shoulders and withdrew from his arms.

He Yiming had no strength, he was already injured a lot, and he deliberately held on for so long in order not to make her blame herself too much, which would finally untie the knot, and his whole body became groggy.

Wen Qing's strength was no greater than He Yiming's, and he fell down, she was also taken aback.

And at this time, Wen Yichun and Yang Ruoying happened to receive the news and rushed over, and happened to bump into the scene of He Yiming and Wen Qing colliding together, their lips facing each other.