Gigolo CEO Hides Under My Bed

You can search for the latest chapters in Baidu for "Giant Chong: Chase Your Wife, Please Queuing for Novels (www.soxscc.com)""Yes, I'm not crying, I'm not crying..." Tangning finally stopped her tears, "Wanwan, your memory hasn't disappeared, right?"

Tang Wan smiled slightly, "No, I remember it, don't worry mom."

"That's good, that's good, it's over, it's finally over..."

Tang Lei looked at the sister on the hospital bed, feeling distressed and afraid to show it, for fear that his emotions would affect her, "Sister, mom and I are here with you. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell us. ."

Tang Wan glanced at the boy next to her, "Xiao Lei, how long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been more than three months."

More than three months.

Saying it is not long, saying it is not short, it happens to be a quarter of time. She only feels that it is the time to open her eyes and close her eyes. Nearly a hundred days have passed.

Looking at Tang Lei's appearance at this time, he actually felt that he used to have a wayward and perverse brother. He grew up. Although his appearance and voice have not changed, the impetuous aura has disappeared, and he has become more stable.

Tang Wan was both gratified and distressed, thinking that Tang Lei could take care of her mother when she was sick, and also thinking that her illness would ultimately help him grow up.

"Xiao Lei, thank you for your hard work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Lei pretended to be angry and opened his eyes, "You are not my sister anymore. What's the hard work of the family."

Tangning didn't want her to be too burdened, and she also helped her, "That is, you, the older sister, are more polite, not as good as your younger brother."

Tang Wan knew that it must be very hard for them to take care of themselves, so she smiled and said nothing more.

Tangning hesitantly said, "In fact, this time you fell ill, Xiao Meng did a lot of effort. Both my brother and I did not take care of him. People at the hospital are also busy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Lei raised his hand and touched her arm, "Mom, don't talk about it when I wake up."

Tangning looked a little embarrassed, and nodded silently, "Okay, I won't say anything."

Tang Wan looked at the two of them obviously deliberately avoiding them, and they didn't dare to say anything, knowing that it was because of scruples that she would do this, and she felt uncomfortable.

But thinking of that man, she didn't know if it was because she had experienced an anger and turned aside, or something else, she felt a little unwilling to face it.

It seemed that all the enthusiasm had been consumed in the accidental kidnapping, and all that was left was the memory that made her feel cold every time she thought of it.

"Mom, I know, when I get better, I will thank him."

Tang Ning looked at her cold expression and said nothing after all.

Outsiders can't help with emotional matters, only the two of them can solve it.

On that day, Meng Shichuan never returned to the ward, not because he didn't want to see her, but because he was afraid that his appearance would stimulate her again.

He was sitting in the ward next door, waiting and waiting. He smoked and didn't know how much he smoked, and finally waited until late at night.

Looking at the dark sky outside the window, he raised his head and glanced at the time. It was half past ten. He got up and wanted to move the body that had been sitting stiffly. The blood flow was not smooth, and the sudden violent movement made him almost fall in darkness.

Fortunately, there was a chair on his side, and he was able to stabilize it with a hand.

After a moment of relaxation, the man stepped out of the ward, standing in the corridor to dissipate the smoke from his body before pushing the door in.Small composition novel www.xzwxs.com

The lights in the ward were turned off, only a small light was on at the end of the bed. The person on the bed was already asleep. Tangning sat on the chair next to him and took a nap. When he saw him coming in, she raised her tired eyelids and said something in a low voice. "Little Meng is here."

"Auntie, let me watch the night, and you can rest next door."

Tang Ning glanced at Tang Wan who had fallen asleep peacefully, and nodded, "Okay, don't stay up, you will have to sleep for a while."

"Ok."

After a few instructions, Tangning exited the ward. There were only two people left in the dim room. Meng Shichuan sat in Tangning’s original position and looked at the little man on the bed with his eyes closed. He slightly raised his eyebrows and opened her. Unskilled disguise, "I know you are awake."

Her tricks can fool Tangning, but not him.

Tang Wan thought she had pretended to be very good, but she didn't want to be discovered, she opened her eyes a little embarrassingly.

Looking straight at the ceiling, he didn't want to look at the person beside him.

Meng Shichuan was the opposite. A pair of eyes wished to stick to her, and she was the only one full of eyes, unable to hold anything.

Neither of them spoke. There was an uncomfortable feeling of pressure in the room. Meng Shichuan was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to speak to her, "How is your body?"

A familiar voice came to her ears, and Tang Wan's eyelashes trembled, "Very good."

The brief conversation ended with another difficult silence.

It was embarrassing to say anything about the hurdle in my heart.

The man clenched his fist. There has never been a moment because it takes so much energy to say a word, and it took a long time to ask, "Do you blame me in your heart?"

Whether to ask or not to ask this sentence, Meng Shichuan has the answer in his heart. It is not so much resentment, it is better to say that those things have become a wound in her heart that cannot be healed.

After experiencing many things, you will see a lot more clearly, but it will not get better because you can see it clearly. The wound will be too big and it will only hurt more and more.

And the wounds between them were all involved, and with time and experience, they became more and more thorns in the bottom of my heart, and there was a kind of uncomfortable feeling that would affect the whole body as long as I thought of it.

After Tang Wan heard this question, she didn't know how to answer it. She looked at the man in front of her carefully. The face is sharper.

She thought of what her mother said today. He had been taking care of himself almost to the extent of every aspect. Now that she saw this thin face, she could imagine it.

After losing so much, it must have been a torment.

Tang Wan was sour in her heart, she retracted her gaze, staring at the white blanket on her chest, and spit out two words dry in her throat, "No."

He appeared in front of her with such a gesture, and she could say something to complain about, and everything was her own choice, she had no regrets.

It's just that this feeling for him has become heavier, and it is more strictly pressed in the bottom of my heart, not dare to show it again easily.

Like a kind of stress trauma syndrome, she was scared, so she wanted to hide.

Meng Shichuan would rather hear her blaming herself, than she said these two words so calmly and resistingly. The oxygen in the air seemed to be pumped away, and the lungs seemed to be squeezed by a stone, making her breathless.

Like the person who found the last source of water in the desert, he was so eager to hear from her words that he still liked him, but now, he dare not persecute, nor does he want to persecute.

"Fulfill your body first, we'll talk about the other things later." After speaking, the thin lip urn moved twice, as if making an extremely difficult decision, "If you don't want to see me, I won't come over soon."