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This sentence seems familiar

Jiang Pianzhi didn't dare to answer it for a while, so she changed the subject: "Did you ask someone to move the hospital bed to my room?"

"Yes." He Licun approached her: "I want to save some medical resources for the hospital."

Jiang Pianzhi: "..."

Why doesn't she believe this excuse?

"Madam, it's time for you to rest." He Licun easily separated the caregiver, and then personally pushed Jiang Pianzhi's wheelchair: "I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Jiang Pianzhi: "..."

The two caregivers on the side stood there, staring blankly at the back of He Licun pushing the wheelchair. They were a little confused: "Didn't Mr. He just wake up and his body is still weak? Mr. He's steps look very brisk."

"What should we do now? Do we still want to follow?"

Two caregivers hesitated

He Licun suddenly stopped and turned to glance at them: "You don't have to follow me. Come back tomorrow morning."

Jiang Pianzhi's cheeks felt a little hot. She tightly grasped the armrests of her wheelchair and lowered her voice: "He Licun, don't act recklessly. This is a hospital."

"Madam, you are overthinking."

A faint smile appeared in He Licun's eyes, he coughed, and his pace quickened again.

That night

In Jiang Pianzhi's ward

What she imagined did not happen.

He Licun just lay on his side on his hospital bed, and then stared at Jiang Pianzhi in the clinic without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint every tiny movement of hers into the depths of his heart.

Jiang Pianzhi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at. She pulled up the quilt to cover the tip of her nose. She lowered her eyelids and stared in the direction of her toes: "Why are you staring at me like this? Aren't you sleepy?" What?"

He Licun: "I'm not sleepy."

"...It's getting late, let's go to bed." Jiang Pianzhi covered her head with the quilt again. She was really not used to being stared at by He Licun all the time.

"it is good."

He Licun's voice suddenly came closer, and Jiang Pianzhi's heart tightened. She felt that someone had gotten into her quilt.

She opened her eyes wide and pulled down the quilt

Staring at the man who shamelessly got into his bed: "You have your own bed, why are you in my bed?"

"Didn't Madam say, let's sleep together? How can we sleep together if we don't go to bed?" He Licun coughed and thoughtfully lay on his side, leaving plenty of room for Jiang Pianzhi to turn over.

This bed is a single bed

The width is only one meter two

There's plenty of space for one person to lie down on it.

But with two people coming up, it’s a bit forced.

Even if you turn over, you may have to be careful whether it will fall to the ground.

Jiang Pianzhi frowned and hugged his waist: "Then stay close to me and don't fall."

"Okay." He Licun's eyes flashed with a smile again, and he hugged Jiang Pianzhi in his arms: "Madam, let's sleep."

Jiang Pianzhi closed her eyes: "Yeah."

That night, someone hugged his wife while sleeping

Some people didn't sleep well all night

In the capital, inside a heavily guarded hospital

Pang Long, who was too sleepy to open his eyes, turned over in a daze. Then, the injury on his buttocks made him wake up from the pain.

He was about to cry but touched the thick bandage on his butt.

Mr. He has just recovered after being in a coma for so long. Why is he so energetic?

at the same time

Capital

Inside the best hotel suites

Jiang Xingzhou, who had been soaking in the independent hot spring pool for two hours, was about to fall into a coma in a closed environment before he reluctantly got up from the hot spring.

In the lobby of the suite

The top stylists in the entire capital have been waiting for a long time

Seeing Jiang Xingzhou coming out in a bathrobe, the stylist smiled and came up to say hello: "You are Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, please sit down, and I will create a look that suits you best!"

Jiang Xingzhou glanced at him: "Just keep your hair shorter. Others are not needed for the time being."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, no problem!" The stylist immediately gave his assistant a look, and then several young people came forward to style Jiang Xingzhou's long hair.

next to

A staff member who specialized in shaving Jiang Xingzhou was already waiting aside.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want me to take the clothes you changed to the laundry room for you?" A service staff respectfully held Jiang Xingzhou's clothes and waited for his instructions.

Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyes

He stared at the wrinkled suit of clothes held in the waiter's hands

In his life, he had never worn one set of clothes for such a long time. This set of clothes almost nailed him to the pillar of shame.

After a two-second pause, he said coldly: "Throw it away, I don't want to see this suit again."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."

The waiter left with his clothes in hand.

The lobby manager smiled shyly and handed a plate of freshly cut high-end fruits to Jiang Xingzhou: "Mr. Jiang, if you have any other instructions, just ask. My surname is Tang. You can call me Xiao Tang."

Jiang Xingzhou stared at the fruit plate in front of him

In the past, he would never touch this kind of imported fruit.

Because the fruits he has eaten since he was a child are all the highest-grade fruits specially provided by the orchard.

In his opinion, the so-called high-end fruits used in these hotels are just screened junk.

but

After more than a month,

He suddenly wanted to taste what this 'junk' tasted like

Jiang Xingzhou picked up a crystal-clear and plump grape, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

Tastes really good

At least, it's much better than the fruit eaten in that small and shabby room.

He held the fruit plate and cut the fruits in the fruit plate one bite at a time.

No one knows what he is thinking

He suddenly frowned

The lobby manager on the side tensed up and said with a dry smile: "Mr. Jiang, is it that the quality of the fruit is not good and does not suit your taste?"

"You, go pick up the set of clothes that you just threw away." Jiang Xingzhou glanced at him: "Then take them to the laundry room, wash them and bring them back to me."

Although I don’t know what Jiang Xingzhou did with the clothes thrown into the trash can.

The lobby manager did not dare to ask questions and immediately nodded and bent down to pick up clothes.

two hours later

When the clothes that were sent for cleaning were returned, Jiang Xingzhou had just finished doing image management.

Behind him, he took the set of ironed clothes

This set of clothes was very well made. Even if he wore it for more than a month, he still couldn't see any damage.

After ironing, it looks like brand new.

He remembered the appearance of Fifth Aunt wearing a washed-out Chinese cotton-padded jacket.

Fifth Aunt said it right

If you wash these things, you can indeed continue to wear them.

He calmed down the momentary trance in his eyes and took the ironed clothes to the waiter on the side: "Take them to my bedside and hang them up. Wear them tomorrow."

The waiter was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Jiang, what about the clothes delivered by the store before? Do you want to wear them tomorrow?"

Jiang Xingzhou looked up at him and said in a neither high nor low voice: "Back off, I don't need new clothes for the time being."