After Shi Mu left, Xiao Mohan called Wen Qian and asked him to send the minutes of today's meeting and the documents that needed to be processed these days.

Then he returned to Qiao Munan's room, moved a chair and sat next to her bed, and it was more reassuring to guard it himself.

He put the computer on his lap, took care of the unfinished business of the day, and touched her forehead from time to time.

Such a picture has a feeling of some quiet years.

Xiao Mohan looked at the little girl on the bed, she was already exquisite, although her palm-sized face had not yet grown, but the facial features of the logo could not hide her alluring posture.

To this day, he still remembered the way she looked when she looked up at him with those clear dark eyes.

He thought that that appearance had long been deeply ingrained in his mind, and it would linger for the rest of his life.

......

Until the lights came on, Qiao Munan, who had his eyes closed, seemed to hear the sound of rushing water.

Then a slightly cool thing was placed on her forehead, she felt a little itchy, and subconsciously wanted to scratch it, but she couldn't lift her hand.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Xiao Mohan grabbing her hand and trimming her nails.

Sensing her move, he looked back at her face.

"Awake?"

"Hmm......" Qiao Munan nodded in confusion.

She always felt that it was probably a dream, because everything in front of her always felt a little dreamy and unreal.

Is this person Xiao Mohan?

Still trimming her nails?

It seems like a dream.

Probably only in dreams can this guy be so gentle.

It's just that she doesn't have any strength in her body now, as if she has a serious illness, what's going on?

"Is it uncomfortable?" He deliberately softened his voice, and there was a hint of flattery in his tone.

"......" She didn't react, and her eyes continued to fall on his hand.

"Don't move yet, and I'll finish cutting the other one." After that, he concentrated on pruning it.

The slender fingers swept across the back of her hand, pinching her fingertips, such a cautious appearance, making Qiao Munan's heart tremble.

She stared at his face, her heart filled with unspeakable emotions.

"Alright." Xiao Mohan smiled slightly, put away the scissors, slowly got up and took the towel from her forehead, and covered her forehead with a palm with a faint temperature.

"It's okay, it's not that hot."

Qiao Mu Nan blinked and got up slightly, "Xiao Mohan...... I want to drink water. ”

"Wait." With that, he turned around and put the towel back in the bathroom and stepped out to pour him water.

Probably really thirsty, I drank two glasses in a row before stopping.

"Are you hungry?"

Hearing him ask, she rubbed her stomach, she was really a little hungry, and she nodded.

"Wait, I'll have someone do it for you."

After a while, the air was filled with the aroma of food.

Qiao Mu Nan looked at Xiao Mohan in disbelief, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

This dream is so cool.

“…… Hey. Qiao Munan laughed unconsciously.

"Laughing at what?" Seeing her holding a bowl of silly music, Xiao Mohan asked with some doubts.

"Nothing."

Qiao Munan pursed his lips, raised his hand and twisted it on Xiao Mohan's face.

Xiao Mohan frowned, "What are you doing?" ”

Qiao Mu Nan's strength was not small, and a red mark appeared on his face in an instant.

"What's the matter, I just don't think it's real, pinch you and see if it's true."

Hearing her say this, Xiao Mohan's face instantly darkened.

This girl is really ......

Forget it, for the sake of her illness, don't worry about her.

But Qiao Munan seems to have some inches.

"Xiao Mohan, my shoulders are so sore, you pinch me."

Xiao Mohan took a deep breath, "Okay." ”