100% pampering wife: See you on Monday, the wealthy husband

No matter what, she will always be with him, life and death.

"He Yifan, this is the ninth day in a coma. Are you waking up today?" With a faint smile on the corner of Shen Qianqing's mouth, she twisted a towel and gently wiped the face of the man lying on the hospital bed. There are still words in it: "I was in a car accident and asked me if you were ugly, you..."

He Yifan's operation was successful, but because he injured his head, the doctor was not sure when he would wake up, and only said it depended on his own will to survive and God's will.

Shen Qianqing doesn't believe in God's will, God has never loved her very much, so she doesn't have any hope in God, she believes in He Yifan, he will never leave her alone.

"He Yifan, shall I shave you?" Shen Qianqing said with a clever smile, "I didn't know how to shave people, but I learned pretty well these few days, right?"

Although the doctor's words were very tactful, Shen Qianqing still understood the meaning of the doctor's words in his heart. He Yifan might wake up soon, or he might continue like this forever.

But what does it matter, she can clearly feel his breathing, she can curl her hand into a small size and put it in his hand, feeling his temperature.

He is warm, which is enough for her.

A lifetime is so long, she has enough time and patience to wait.

Every time she thinks like this, Shen Qianqing feels that she is very brave, has infinite courage and strength, like a female warrior, guarding her lover without moving.

"He Yifan, the filming of the new drama is about to finish. We have created so many gossips. This time it will be a hit and make a lot of money. Are you happy?" Shen Qianqing carefully typed on He Yifan's face. The white bubble said with a smile, as if that person was always responding to her.

The early autumn sun shone in through the window with a non-glare warmth, warm spots fell on the floor of the ward, and on the quilt, one circle of light surrounded another circle of light, like a painting by a master.

With a bright smile on Shen Qianqing's face, she gently cleans up the person she loves deeply, her eyes are full of happiness, it turns out that just guarding one person can also be such happiness.

"He Yifan, it's autumn and the leaves are starting to turn yellow. Do you want to go to Xiangshan to see the maple leaves?" Shen Qianqing frowned slightly: "You must have been there before, tell me which woman you went with?"

After all, Shen Qianqing laughed again, with a simple expression on her face like a girl in first love: "But it's okay, there are so many people who like you, but you only like me. It's a matter of face, right?"

After helping He Yifan clean his face, Shen Qianqing began to cut his nails again. In fact, she would help him do these things with eyebrows, and cut his nails while talking about insignificant words.

She likes the feeling of being busy for him, he can not respond to her, but she can't stay there without doing anything, the huge emptiness and helplessness will make her feel overwhelmed and panic, so she stays by his side and does something better.

He Yiping stood at the door of the ward listening to Shen Qianqing's rambling words, his eyes couldn't help being moist, he knew that since He Yifan left the operating room, Shen Qianqing had been doing these things every day, and his spirit seemed to be very good, like a passionate love in the girl.