In the ward, Rong Wanqi's sleeping eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Dad, I'm feeling better." Rong Wanqi spoke a little tiredly.

"Hmm, are you hungry?"

"Here is the porridge and soup brought by your senior, do you want to drink it?" Father Rong asked.

"Has the senior been here? How I don't know. Rong Wanqi said stupidly.

"Then you know, how can there be surprises."

"Well, for the sake of you being my dad, I don't care about you." Rong Wanqi jokingly replied to Rong's father.

The dull atmosphere in the hospital room began to beat.

Qiao Muqi stood quietly at the door of the ward and watched the interaction between father and daughter.

Rong Wanqi looked up at the door, facing Qiao Muqi's affectionate eyes.

Rong Wanqi lowered her head with a blushing face.

Qiao Muqi looked at her cute and shy side, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with a touch of pleasure.

"Buckle ~ buckle ~" The sound of knocking on the door sounded, and those small movements just now all fell on Father Rong's squinted eyes.

Father Rong was the first to speak: "Please come in." ”

Qiao Muqi held the handle of the door, gently rotated it open, and walked in calmly.

Father Rong looked at Qiao Muqi and nodded slightly.

"Late seven, do you feel better?" Qiao Muqi asked with concern.

"Hmm." Rong Wanqi nodded softly.

"Ahem~cough~, I'll go out to see my mother at night seven." Father Rong walked away very interestingly.

Rong Wanqi watched the figure of her father leaving, and it wasn't until the sound of the door closing came that she really realized her father's intentions.

The atmosphere in the ward became awkward, Rong Wanqi turned his head to look at the window, Qiao Muqi did not speak, and the atmosphere was silent.

After a long time.

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"Late seven, are you short of money?" Qiao Muqi finally broke the quiet atmosphere of silence.

"What?" Rong Wanqi was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"Silence is golden, isn't it?" Qiao Muqi was slightly happy with playful abuse.

Rong Wanqi is writing the word "embarrassed" on her face at this moment.

"Haha~~~" Rong Wanqi suddenly laughed.

Qiao Muqi looked at the naughty and laughing Rong Wanqi with soft eyes, and her restless heart was full of satisfaction.

The two began to chat about topics one after another, and as long as Rong Wanqi smiled, Qiao Muqi's eyes deepened.

In fact, pampering a person is not just watching her smile, she is making trouble, you are smiling on the side, complimenting from time to time, and the peace of mind.

"Senior, I'm hungry". Rong Wanqi's stomach rumbled and made a protest sound.

Qiao Muqi opened the porridge and soup he brought, and a fragrance permeated.

He quietly arranged the dishes and chopsticks for her, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmmm, delicious, um·····" Rong Wanqi made a satisfied voice.

"Senior, did you cook this?" Rong Wanqi looked at Qiao Muqi curiously.

"It's not". Qiao Muqi responded quickly.

"Puff~" A basin of cold water poured into the heart of the night.

"If you like it, I'll learn to do it." Qiao Muqi looked at her who suddenly pulled her head, and said unhurriedly.

"Oh yes". Rong Wanqi instantly resurrected and began to dance.

Qiao Muqi looked at Rong Wanqi, who was shaking his head, and rows of black lines crossed his head.

Rong Wanqi jumped happily and threw himself on the bed.

At this time, Qiao Muqi reached out and grabbed her body, and she fell into his arms.