Tang Shun looked at the sleeping boss, and his heart became more and more panicked. Thinking that there were still many things to deal with in the mine, he regained his spirits, and after only staying for a while, he left with Chen An, leaving two soldiers to take care of him.

Looking at the soldiers with tired looks, Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it, so she persuaded them to rest first, but the two of them were still a little worried that she was alone, so they stood there and refused to leave. Lin Xiaoxiao said that they would find a place to sleep for a while, and Lin Xiaoxiao stayed in the ward, waiting for them to rest and come over to replace her.

When everyone left, Lin Xiaoxiao closed the curtains, forming a small private space that would not be disturbed by the sight of others. It was only then that she had a chance to take a good look at Yan Lang. The top of his head, legs, and arms were heavily bandaged, his beautiful eyes were closed, and although he was asleep, his brows were slightly wrinkled, still majestic.

But in Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes, he only felt distressed, he must have suffered a lot.

"Yan Lang, you must get better quickly...... When you're well, let's get married when we go back, okay? You must get better, Yan Lang, you must get better......"

The overlapping words fully expressed Lin Xiaoxiao's worries, her originally bright eyes were already moist at this time, and she was about to cry.

Lin Xiaoxiao whispered, and at the same time kissed the back of the man's hand with affection, her eyes were not willing to take her eyes off Yan Lang's face at all, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she loved this man more than she thought, and felt sorry for his injury.

It was precisely because of the constant gaze that when the man's eyes moved slightly, Lin Xiaoxiao found out for the first time.

Is he waking up?

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at him excitedly, and soon saw that he had opened those deep eyes. His dark eyes were a little out of focus at first, but after a few seconds he looked over. Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, for fear that she would cry with excitement at this second.

"Yan Lang ......"

Lin Xiaoxiao opened his mouth in surprise, but saw a trace of doubt on his familiar face:

"Who are you?"

That look was as if he had really never seen Lin Xiaoxiao, as if she was just a stranger.

Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly forgot to breathe and froze there.

What's wrong with him?

Amnesia?

Lin Xiaoxiao's mind was full of these words, and suddenly she felt like she was going crazy, her heartbeat was about to stop, Yan Lang didn't recognize her? Lin Xiaoxiao had never considered this possibility, but when she really found out, she was so heartbroken that she couldn't cry.

It turns out that there are no tears when the heart is really broken.

But in the next second, Yan Lang suddenly laughed, but the familiar smile was a little naughty, as cheerful as a teenager. Lin Xiaoxiao looked at him and was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he had been deceived by him.

At that moment, Lin Xiaoxiao was angry: "Yan Lang, you bastard!" He shook off Yan Lang's hand and wanted to leave this small piece of the world, but he grabbed it tightly. But in this extremely short period of time, tears have flowed, and Lin Xiaoxiao stubbornly refuses to look back and refuses to let him see his tears.

"Wife, why are you here? I thought it was a dream......" Yan Lang's voice was a little weak, with a sense of weakness, and no matter how much grievances he had, he was soothed by this pitiful voice.

Yan Lang is still a patient, he is very fragile, he may be injured and he can't tell whether it is reality or a dream after waking up.

It's just that in an instant, Lin Xiaoxiao found the perfect reason for Yan Lang, and she relented.

Lin Xiaoxiao secretly wiped her tears, sniffed, and sniffed: "I heard that you were injured, how are you now?" Do you want to call a doctor? And what did you just call me? ”

A series of questions made Yan Lang's eyes more and more gentle, and his thumb rubbed the back of Lin Xiaoxiao's hand, with a little ambiguity: "The doctor has seen it before, and I am a little dizzy now." Wife, can you help me rub my temples? ”

Lin Xiaoxiao really heard it right, he called himself, wife.

Yan Lang heard what she just said.

Yan Lang maintained a "weak" tone, and Lin Xiaoxiao was no longer entangled, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his two thumbs, and gently rubbed Yan Lang's temples, as if Yan Lang was a fragile product.

Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed it seriously, and Yan Lang looked at her with the same focus.

Her eyes are a little red, because she hasn't rested well, and because she has just cried, Lin Xiaoxiao's face still looks a little moist, and the same red nose makes her look so fragile that it makes people feel distressed.

The force from her temples was very comfortable, and Yan Lang actually made a joke when he saw that she was happy by her side, but he didn't expect it to make her cry.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the wrist that was grabbed, and said puzzledly: "Is it uncomfortable, or am I too strong?" ”

"Neither."

Yan Lang pulled her closer, raised his hand and touched her face, his eyes full of pity.

"Worries you."

Lin Xiaoxiao was sour by him, but he couldn't hold back and didn't cry. "Just see you're okay."

"Fool."

Yan Lang couldn't help laughing and pulled her into his arms, Lin Xiaoxiao lay on his chest, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, and his heart that had been restless for a long time finally settled. But soon she thought that Yan Lang was still injured, and Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly supported her upper body with her arms to prevent herself from touching him: "You are still injured." ”

When Yan Lang pulled her again, Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, refusing to lie on his body again. Yan Lang looked at Lin Xiaoxiao hanging on his body, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "I hurt my head and legs, not my body." ”

"I know."

Lin Xiaoxiao gestured and touched the gauze tied to the top of Yan Lang's head, but he didn't really touch it: "But you must also have injuries on your body, and it will hurt you if I press it." After speaking, he smiled, and seeing that Yan Lang was still frowning, he lowered his head and kissed him on the face, but after kissing Lin Xiaoxiao, he also frowned: "It's all medicine." ”

Yan Lang was amused by her, raised his hand to let him approach, and whispered mysteriously: "Do you know why you don't have to be bitter?" ”

Lin Xiaoxiao replied with a puzzled look, Yan Lang's face turned whole, and he tapped his lips: "It's definitely not bitter here." ”

It's a kiss!

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was still serious just now, blushed suddenly, she couldn't have imagined that this man was lying on the hospital bed and still thinking about this.

"Hooligans."

Lin Xiaoxiao muttered in a low voice, the corners of her lips raised shyly, and she lowered her head and kissed Yan Lang's lips before he could react. It's a little cool to the touch, but it makes Lin Xiaoxiao feel very down-to-earth.

"You can kiss for a longer time......" Yan Lang raised his hand and touched the back of Lin Xiaoxiao's neck, and laughed in a low voice. The eyes of the god were even brighter at this time, like a beast staring at its prey, as if she would be pressed under him in the next second if she didn't do it, so strong that Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't think of resisting.

But in the face of his beloved, Lin Xiaoxiao just wants to be closer to him, not to refuse. (To be continued.) )