Joe nodded and said nothing today.
Huo Ling's heart is actually strange.
Miss Qiao had been in a coma for two months, but nothing could be found out in medicine. Now she wakes up like a normal person, as if she had just slept.
This is a very strange situation. Many experts came to see Miss Qiao's health, and they all said that there was no problem.
It's very healthy. It's just a normal sleeping person.
It's winter now. It's Spring Festival in a few days. Joe comes out in his thin sick suit. The wind blows and he can feel the bone chilling.
After a while, she saw a familiar voice coming from the other side of the corridor.
Tall and straight as the jade bamboo general figure, the whole body seems to pace with a layer of gentle light, wearing a black fur collar coat, more than a few rare clean.
It seems that I haven't seen you for two months. Joe's affairs have made him less soft.
See Joe this time, or familiar with the gentle smile, the joy of the eye can not do false: "small today."
He came over with a rare gaffe and hugged Joaquin.
She was obviously tall, and she looked a little Petite when she was hugged by him. When she nestled in his arms, her expression was calm, but she blinked.
Her arms are still familiar with the smell, when she looked up, she saw the other side's deep eyes like ink: "how, it seems that you don't recognize me?"
He is in gentle joke, Joe nods now: "after all, in a coma for two months."
"I thought you lost your memory."
Song Yanqing touched her head, "just remember me."
His gentle appearance let the medical staff nearby look at him and felt that his dog food was not enough.
Huo Ling looked even more at the pink bubble, envious expression can not hide.
Who doesn't want to be hugged by such a handsome and elegant boyfriend, his full of tenderness is only aimed at you, treating you like a treasure in this world.
Joe looked up at him and asked casually, "why don't you come and watch me?"
"Of course I will." Song Yanqing still gently touched her head: "I come to see you every day. When I have time, I will come here. I'm afraid you won't wake up. What should I do then? I didn't know you were there... " He lowered his voice to avoid being heard: "what happened to you, do you remember?"
Joe shook his head today.
Song Yanqing gently said: "it doesn't matter if you can't think of it. Sooner or later, it will come to me. Just like you said, let it be."
Joe finally lifted the corner of his lips and said with a smile, "well."
"It's been a lot of things lately. You seem to be losing weight," she said
"A little bit more."
A trace of fatigue appeared between Song Yanqing's eyebrows. "Thinking about your business, and the foreign side, I found traces of Mohan."
"Mo Huan?"
Qiao Jin and song Yanqing simply went into the ward to chat. Qiao Fei was still helping Qiao Jin peel fruit. She seldom did this kind of thing. She was not very proficient. When Qiao came in, she happened to cut her finger and burst into tears.
Joe looked at it and sighed slightly: "Feifei, if you can't, you don't have to force it."
"I can't!"
She is still unconvinced: "how can I not just peel a fruit? I just haven't peeled it for a long time. It's all your uncle's fault. I'm so used to it."
Qiao Jin:
It's really Joffe's ability to throw the pot around.
Song Yanqing saw Qiao Fei and called out: "aunt Qiao."
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