The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

The twelfth floor of the hospital is the VIP high-end ward. There are very few people and the corridor is very quiet and clean. Luozheng's high heels make a crisp sound when stepping on the bright white bricks.

The nurse outside Lin Xingcheng's ward was pushing a cart out, accompanied by an aunt from Beilu Village who came specifically to deliver food. This was Yi Yue's instruction, or order, and Lin Xingcheng was not allowed to eat outside casually. Messy food.

The delivery aunt saw Luozheng and said hello respectfully, and then saw the tall boy next to her from the corner of her eye.

Although she was wearing a mask, she could still tell who it was, the boyfriend of the young lady who often came to Beilu Village.

"Has she eaten?" Luozheng asked.

The aunt replied: "I only ate a few bites, but the lady didn't let me take it away and kept it."

"Okay, I got it, go back first." Luozheng nodded and said.

After the aunt left, Luozheng looked at the door of the closed ward and said to Jiang Ci: "I won't go in and disturb you. She has a bad appetite and may not be able to taste it. You can do it yourself."

Jiang Ci nodded: "Yeah."

Luozheng turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and said with a bad smile: "I forgot to tell you that Lin Qingyang may be here soon. You shouldn't be afraid of him, right?"

"How could it be? He is Xingcheng's brother." Jiang Ci didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Luozheng's gourd, and seemed to want to choke him.

When Luozheng saw that he was unmoved, she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. This guy was so stubborn that she was so angry.

She is really disgusting. She should be Lin Xingcheng's closest and best friend, but now she can only withdraw and give it to another person. This is very unpleasant no matter how you think about it.

After Luozheng left, Jiang Ci stood outside the door for a while, making sure that he didn't look embarrassed before opening the door and entering.

Entering the door is the living room, and the room is on the left.

There are flowers and various fruits placed neatly on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. There is also a small tall table with incense burning near the window, filled with white smoke.

There is no smell of disinfectant in the ward of Nuo University, only a faint fragrance of mint, which smells very comfortable.

Jiang Ci couldn't help but move lightly and turned her eyes, only to see a girl sitting and lying on the snow-white bed in the ward. She was wearing a striped hospital gown and had long black curly hair.

Her little face was smaller and pointed, as small as a palm, white and delicate, delicate and pure. She closed her eyes lightly, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

Jiang Ci didn't say anything immediately. He walked to the sofa and put his car keys and mobile phone into the small basket.

As soon as he put it down, he stood up and turned his head to meet a pair of eyes as bright as crystal, which seemed to be mixed with dew and were crystal clear.

As if resentful and angry, she just looked at him.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Under Lin Xingcheng's gaze, Jiang Ci froze on the spot, her hands and feet seemed to be out of control of her brain and completely disobedient. At this moment, when she looked at her, the world became silent.

After about a few minutes, Lin Xingcheng saw that he was still standing in the hall. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Are you standing over there waiting for me to get up and greet you?"

Only then did Jiang Ci come back to his senses. As if the restraining spell had been lifted, he walked slowly over and walked to the bedside.

Lin Xingcheng sat on the bed and watched him come over. He was 1.9 meters tall, but his movements and demeanor at the moment were like a child who had done something wrong, a little reserved.

"Are you ok?"

Jiang Ci looked at her pale face, which was frighteningly white, like a pure-color porcelain doll in the window.

Jiang Ci was suddenly afraid. Was she warm at this moment?

The next second, his hand touched the side of the girl's face. It was smooth and tender, as warm and delicate as mutton-fat jade. Jiang Ci did not dare to use force, and was extremely greedy for the warmth at this moment.

After confirming that she was fine, Jiang Ci felt relieved.

The boy's palm was very big, with slender fingers, and it covered Lin Xingcheng's face tightly. It was cold, and he didn't know whether it was because of his low body temperature or the low temperature outside.

Lin Xingcheng saw that his eyes were slightly green, and he could tell that he was tired. How could he not be tired? He arrived at Yuncheng as quickly as possible. It took less than eight hours, and he must not have stopped to rest in the middle.

Thinking of this, Lin Xingcheng couldn't help but get angry. She took his hand away and said with a cold face: "It's okay. I said it on the phone last night. It's not a big problem."

Jiang Ci was extremely sensitive to her emotional changes. He knew that she would be angry, but at this moment, at her side, at such a close distance, she could punish him however she wanted, at her mercy.

The heart that had been wandering in the deep, cold pool suddenly found its home, so peaceful and warm.

Squatting down and leaning her upper body on the bed, Jiang Ci took her hand and whispered with a smile on her lips:

"Sister, I was wrong."

"?" Lin Xingcheng's pupils couldn't help dilated, and she raised it up in one breath, she knew Jiang Ci would do this trick.

Looking away, Lin Xingcheng deliberately didn't look at him, otherwise she might not have the heart to educate him when faced with Jiang Ci's jealous look.

Jiang Ci looked at her side face. Her black eyelashes were so long, and a few strands of hair were messy and clinging to her skin. The black and white collided to create a shocking beauty.

"It's my fault for making you worry." Jiang Ci lowered his head and kissed her hand, "Can you forgive me once?"

Warmth came from the back of his hand. The roots of Lin Xingcheng's ears were slightly red. He gritted his teeth secretly and began to try to withdraw his hand. However, Jiang Ci refused to let go and couldn't break free even with all his strength.

Lin Xingcheng couldn't bear it anymore and glared at him: "Let go first! Don't touch me!"

Seeing that she was willing to take care of him, Jiang Ci raised the end of his eyes slightly, and the tear mole became more and more charming. He let go obediently, squatted by the bed and looked up at her, his eyes blazing.

"it is good."

Lin Xingcheng turned around and took out a wooden stick from under the pillow, which was about the length of two palms. He shook it in mid-air to show the whole picture, then stretched it out and said domineeringly to Jiang Ci:

"You know how to do that, right?"

Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows, and then stretched out his hand. He was not afraid at all, and even looked forward to it. Lin Xingcheng was shocked.

Is she too lackluster?

do not care!

The wooden round stick hit him hard three times in the palm of his hand. Lin Xingcheng hit her hard every time, but she was weak now and couldn't use much force.

Jiang Ci looked at her "punishment" seriously, and Xianxin asked with a smile: "Where did you get the stick?"

"I asked... why do I have to tell you!" Lin Xingcheng almost answered, and finally gave up after concentrating on beating her for more than a dozen times.

The palms looked unchanged, only a little red.

Lin Xingcheng frowned, deliberately pressed it with his fingers, rubbed it, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Ci: "It hurts."

"You know how to lie to me if it hurts." Lin Xingcheng leaned back on the pillow, looking furious.

Jiang Ci stood up, sat next to her and hugged her. Lin Xingcheng stopped struggling and leaned on his shoulder.

The moment is quiet and full of warmth.

"I was scared to hear you were sick."

Lin Xingcheng smelled the faint cold fragrance on his body, opened her mouth, and finally said softly:

"I've always been like this physically, you know."

"I know." Jiang Ci tightened her arms slightly, pressed against the fragrant body, feeling her soft fragrance, and sighed deeply, "But I'm still scared."

Afraid of something happening to her.

The heart built by bridges is too fragile.

He is not a doctor, but he is also a god and saint. He does not have the ability to rejuvenate or bring the dead back to life, and Lin Xingcheng's body is not as optimistic as it appears.