In a white and warm ward.

Lying on the bed is like a sleeping prince, under the sun.

It was like a warm color.

I don't know if I heard something.

Pale fingers, almost invisibly moved.

The next second, it was silent again.

When Fan Xuhui landed, he was not tired at all.

Even if I stayed up all night to deal with things, I was still full of energy.

There was even some excitement.

It's been three years.

He finally dared to walk up to him confidently.

In the past three years, he took over his father's company.

It has not only developed into a literary company that can influence the existence of world culture.

It has also been expanded.

I didn't understand this at first.

groped, suffered a lot, and suffered a lot of setbacks.

But he survived.

Stand at the door of the ward.

Fan Xuhui was very nervous.

Inside the wall, there is the person he has been thinking about for a long time.

They met and met for only a few days.

But the feelings have not faded at all because of the loss of time.

On the contrary, it is more and more intense.

I took a deep breath and tidied up my clothes.

Ask Pan An, who was following him.

"Is there a problem with my dress, it's messy, it's not good."

Mall Yama, at this moment, looks like a hairy boy.

Worried that his image will make a bad impression on his lover.

Even if you know that the person inside is asleep, you won't see him at all.

I also want to show the best side of myself to each other.

Pan An pushed his glasses and replied with a smile.

"President, it's just right that you're like this, Luo Shao will be very excited to see you."

He's grown up over the years.

At that time, the two funeral love families.

Now they have become promising young people with successful careers.

Fan Xuhui listened to Pan An's words and was not comforted much.

Still a little panicked.

It took a long time to shake the doorknob.

Twist slightly.

'Click'.

The door was opened.

At that moment, he imagined a lot of pictures of each other.

But there was no scene in front of him.

A teenager who slept on the bed, his face still unchanged.

Slowly open your eyes.

At him, he bent his eyebrows and smiled.

"Fan Xiaohui, you're here."

Fan Xuhui's eyes were hot.

Something, pouring up.

Gazing steadily, his feet seemed to have roots, and he couldn't move at all.

The mouth is even more dry.

No sound.

Luo Mio blinked, and the smile deepened.

He felt like he had slept for a long, long time.

The only thing that accompanied him was someone in the dark, waiting for him, waiting for his voice.

Very demagogic.

It's also very reassuring.

And just now.

The heartbeat is very fast.

He couldn't stop wanting to wake up from the darkness.

So he struggled and opened his eyes.

Then at a glance, he saw the person standing in the doorway, looking at him infatuatedly.

Even if the style has changed.

The striking yellow hair is gone.

The greenness of the eyebrows and eyes is gone.

The whole person has become mature.

The aura is strong.

But the feeling he felt about has never changed.

The affection in his eyes is still exciting.

The smile widened.

"Fan Xiaohui, what are you doing standing stupidly, come and help me."

"After sleeping for so long, it feels like my bones are rusty."

Fan Xuhui felt that his legs and feet were a little uncontrollable.

Walk over with the same hands and feet.

Once again, the joyful laughter of the person on the bed was harvested.

He also laughed dumbfounded.

Almost reverently, he knelt on one knee beside the bed and hugged the person on the bed.

The voice is full of indescribable feelings.

"Mio, I'm here to marry you."

Luo Mio's eyes were full of starlight, and he met his expectant and nervous eyes, and his voice was soft: "Okay." ”