[MTL] Scum Attack Spoiled Husband [dressing book]

Chapter 27

Gu Xuanlang and his parents stayed in the hospital ward all night. Near the morning, he persuaded his parents to go home to rest, and he guarded Lang Qinghe alone in the ward.

Because he had not rested for a long time, he sat in a chair and fell asleep soon. His sleep was so shallow that when he heard a small movement on the bed, he woke up.

What was printed in his eyes was the bright green crane biting, which was wet and foggy with horned eyes. Gu Xuanlang suddenly panicked. He almost fell off the chair and staggered to the front of the bright green crane's bed. Wanting to speak, he thought of more important things, quickly pressed the bell by the bedside of Lang Qinghe's disease to inform the medical staff, and then looked at Lang Qinghe.

He held a water cup and wiped Lang Qinghe's dry lips with a big cotton swab dipped in water. "Qinghe, what's wrong with you?"

Lang Qinghe wiped the tears that had not yet flowed from the corners of his eyes, shook his head, and did not speak. His light eyes kept staring at Gu Xuanlang's water glass, and finally said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Xuanlang, I'm thirsty."

Gu Xuanlang looked at the eyes of the little animal of Lang Qinghe, which was generally thirsty for water. He smiled spoiledly. He did not let Lang Qinghe drink water, but continued to moisten Lang Qinghe's lips with a cotton swab. Under Lang Qinghe's puzzled and aggrieved eyes, he explained to himself: "Qinghe, you have been in a coma for a day and a night. The doctor handed over I've been weak for you. If you can't wake up, you can drink water. I'll give it to you little by little with a cotton swab first.

"All right..." Lang Qinghe nodded lostly. He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the water cup in Gu Xuanlang's hand. He didn't say anything more, allowing Gu Xuanlang to move in front of him with a cotton swab.

It didn't take long for the attending doctor to come over, help Lang Qinghe do the corresponding examination, and make sure that Lang Qinghe's body was fine, and then left the ward.

Lang Qinghe's ward is a separate senior ward. There is no one else. After the doctor and nurse left, Gu Xuanlang and Lang Qinghe were left again.

Gu Xuanlang began to call the farm and his family to report that he was safe. After the call, he turned around and noticed that Lang Qinghe was staring at the sky. He remembered what the doctor had said to him before and was a little worried. After waking up, Lang Qinghe was dull. Isn't he recalling the past? What's the matter? If it is a bad memory, how can he help Lang Qinghe cross this hurdle?

He vaguely remembered that there was still a secret that was enough to make Lang Qinghe blackened. At the beginning, the author did not write the specific content of this secret for the sake of mystery. He didn't know whether the secret would be related to Lang Qinghe's coma this time. If so, wouldn't it be in advance?

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic Gu Xuanlang became. He didn't notice that Lang Qinghe on the hospital bed had fixed his eyes on his extremely entangled self. Lang Qinghe looked at Gu Xuanlang, whose facial expression was very rich at this time, and he was a little curious, so he looked at Gu Xuanlang more attentively.

Gu Xuanlang, who was still thinking, felt Lang Qinghe's eyes, so he withdrew his thoughts, quickly stepped forward, tucked up the quilt for Lang Qinghe, and looked at the little white hand who was in the infusion. He snorted sadly, "The fat that has just been raised is going to be thin again this time. Why can't you save the fat? ? "

This question stunned Lang Qinghe for a moment. In addition, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He always felt that Gu Xuanlang's expression was like looking at his own pig, and he was the little pig who did not meet his master's wish. Lang Qinghe, who gradually had a sense of substitution, did not speak but was ashamed. Head.

"Oh." Gu Xuanlang felt so soft that he unconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed Lang Qinghe's messy little head. When he withdrew his hand, he stared at Lang Qinghe's slightly red eyes. There was a little more heartache in his deep and sexy voice. "Your eyes are red. When you first woke up, there were tears in the corners of your eyes. What did you do? A dream?"

After Gu Xuanlang's reminder, Lang Qinghe raised his head fiercely. He seemed to cry in front of Gu Xuanlang just now. What would Gu Xuanlang think of himself? Do you feel naive? Or do you think you are too pretentious?

In fact, he usually doesn't shed tears at all. It's over, the character has collapsed!

Lang Qinghe, who was gradually remote, looked more and more entangled. When Gu Xuanlang opened his mouth, he took the initiative to deny, "I didn't cry."

"Ah?" Gu Xuanlang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Lang Qinghe's red face. He suddenly realized that what he had just said must have hurt Lang Qinghe's heart to become a strong man. Imagine which man in the world is willing to let others see him cry? So he shook his head very wittyly, "Yes, you didn't cry. I didn't see anything just now."

"..." Lang Qinghe was surprised that Gu Xuanlang would follow him like this. For a moment, he felt as if he had a lively deer in his heart, which made him stunned. He began to doubt whether he had left any sequelae when he fainted this time. If it was really He is really too fragile. I think he was not as delicate as he is now when he was kidnapped...

Thinking of his past, the deer in Lang Qinghe's heart suddenly disappeared, and he was no longer confused, and his face gradually became solemn.

Even Gu Xuanlang, who had been silently observing silently, became worried. He stretched out his hand and pressed Lang Qinghe's trembling arm, "Qinghe, what's wrong with you? You still have an injection on your hand. You have to be careful.

Lang Qinghe turned his head slightly and nodded to Gu Xuanlang. He wanted to tell Gu Xuanlang that he was fine, but the next second, his whole body began to tremble. This trembling was not something he could control, but as if the body's instinctive reaction to that memory.

"Qinghe, what's wrong with you?" Gu Xuanlang was shocked. He sat on the hospital bed with his long legs, hugged Lang Qinghe from the side sadly, and let out Lang Qinghe's infusion hand. The other hand stroked Lang Qinghe's head one after another, as if it were giving a small animal hair, "What's wrong with you? Why don't I call the doctor over?"

"No, no, I..." Lang Qinghe shook his head hurriedly, as if to explain to Gu Xuanlang. He hurriedly raised his head, looked at Gu Xuanlang, who was full of worries, and explained in a low voice, "I... I reacted like this because I remembered what happened before. You don't have to call a doctor. They can't help me with anything."

Gu Xuanlang felt that the people in his arms were gradually quiet, and he was relieved, but he did not let go of his arms. He just hugged Lang Qinghe quietly, as if his heart would not suddenly hurt as he did just now. Suddenly he was afraid. He tightened his arms and said sullenly, "Well, that's all right. But if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"Hmm." Lang Qinghe was held like this by Gu Xuanlang for the first time. In addition to being shy, he actually felt very comfortable, as if the drifting boat had finally found the harbor, which made his nerves that were trembling just now strongly comforted.

At the same time, he felt that he was really ashamed today, and he was all lost in front of Gu Xuanlang. He didn't like to be so weak, let alone always succumb to his fear. He remembered that Gu Xuanlang once said to himself that the past could only be the past, and he had to face it bravely.