Liang Jinmo was very calm, Qin Ningxiang saw the light that passed by his side face, and the man he carved was even more delicate and amazing.

Liang Jinmo had already clamped a pile of paper on the A4 plate clamp in his hand, and the man's fingertips moved slightly, and the rustling sound on the paper sounded.

Qin Ningxiang saw Jin Yuhan who was packing up his tools and was about to leave, "Doctor Jin, thank you." ”

Jin Yuhan nodded symbolically, hurriedly said something to Jinmo, and went out of the bedroom.

Qin Ningxiang was a little apprehensive, always felt that Jin Yuhan was too good to Jinmo, always ignored her real sick number, and cared about Liang Jinmo's cold fake sick number.

Thinking of what happened just now, Qin Ningxiang climbed out of bed, most of her physical strength had recovered, and she moved more freely, she walked to Jinmo's side, "I want to go downstairs." ”

The man just looked at her fixedly, stretched out his hand to pick up Qin Ningxiang, and vigorously carried the person on his body.

When Qin Ningxiang was put back on the bed, she saw the words on the cardboard.

- Stay upstairs for a while and don't go down.

"Why?" Qin Ningxiang said with some excitement.

Liang Jinmo wrote the next line of words.

- Something bad happened, wait until you recover, talk about it in detail.

Qin Ningxiang's chest tightened, thinking that she didn't see Liang Yuan, so she boldly spoke, "I've recovered, what happened?" ”

Liang Jinmo put away the clip, and what he was writing also stopped, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes fell on Qin Ningxiang's innocent eyes like fire.

His eyes were full of suspicion and sarcasm, and there was so much pity, Qin Ningxiang felt that he was showing quite complicated emotions at the moment.

Only for this moment, Liang Jinmo regained his composure.

As if he felt that writing on cardboard was difficult, the man finally put down the cardboard, took out his phone, and opened the dialog box.

- This should be something I want to ask you.

- You don't remember anything?

It's a little weird, Liang Jinmo's words......

Ning Xiang recounted the only memory she had.

Liang Jinmo turned his face sideways, his expression ambiguous.

There was silence for a while.

The air between the two of them seemed to freeze.

Qin Ningxiang seemed to be deliberately feeling every breath.

The breath burned as if it stung the tip of her nose and lips.

Several times, Qin Ningxiang wanted to speak, but every time she lifted her breath, she vented her strength.

Can you give her the strength so that Qin Ningxiang can speak a word.

After brewing for a while, Qin Ningxiang finally exerted all her strength and said, "Mom, are you okay?" ”

Liang Jinmo originally looked at Ning Xiang calmly, but when he heard this sentence, his whole body seemed to be activated, and Qin Ning Xiang felt as if he was about to become angry.

Seeing the tightness and stiffness of the man's body, and even the paleness of his face and the depression on his lips, Qin Ningxiang suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing.

The two looked at each other, and Qin Ningxiang didn't miss a moment.

The man's expression quickly returned to calm, as if the emotion just now was not there.

Qin Ningxiang lowered her head and looked at the dialog box.

Liang Jinmo kept typing, but the information didn't come for a long time.

It was so slow that Qin Ningxiang wanted to lean over and look at Jinmo's mobile phone page.

After a long time, a line of words appeared on the screen.

-I've been a bit busy lately and can't come to see you often.

Qin Ningxiang hurriedly nodded, "Got it, husband." ”

Liang Jinmo turned around directly at the door, not approaching Qin Ningxiang.

"Husband, Jinmo-" Qin Ningxiang suspected that she might be screaming.

Because Liang Jinmo's footsteps stopped instantly, and he was shocked.

Qin Ningxiang didn't know why she was calling him, and was hesitating to say something.

When I looked up, I found that Jinmo was gone.

In an instant, Qin Ningxiang felt that her heart had been smashed to the ground.

I can't tell if it's relief or loss.

Don't be embarrassed.

Liang Jinmo is gone.

He's gone.

Let's go.

Gone without any nostalgia.