It turns out that I love you

Looking forward to left and right, finally ushered in the day of discharge from the hospital.

The weather in August was still hot, Gong Xinuo threw away most of the things during the hospitalization period, and simply packed some of Yuan Jingkun's clothes, books and newspapers.

Gong Xi and Jing Xiaobin are escorted by Guan Zhengmei and Zhong's parents to participate in the school's summer club every day. Of course, there are bodyguards and drivers hired by Gong Xinuo to accompany them. Mrs. Qin takes care of her sister Gong Mengti and her younger sister Gong Mengni.

Yuan Jingkun's discharge from the hospital is a major event, Xia Lefan and Geng Xin accompanied him all the way, Jing Ren was in charge of driving, Zhou Yingjun drove Xia Lefan and Geng Xin, Zhong Fengyun and Song Yeyang were preparing lunch at home, Yuan Jingkun slept late excitedly, on the way home Fall asleep in the car.

The fetus is nearly six months old, Yuan Jingkun is already full of pregnancy, loose clothes can't cover the roundness in front of her body, Yuan Jingkun doesn't mind it, compared to body shape and embarrassment and shyness, the healthy growth of the fetus is the most important thing What's important, of course, Yuan Jingkun's face is getting thicker and thicker now.

"Where does this water dispenser come from?" Song Yeyang pointed to the high-end purified water dispenser in the restaurant and asked Yuan Jingkun.

"Eh?" Yuan Jingkun propped his waist with his left hand, bent slightly, raised his eyebrows, and shook his head. "I don't know either."

Song Yeyang quickly supported him, but he didn't know how to use his own things, so he asked helplessly, "Don't you drink water?"

Before Yuan Jingkun could return him, Zhong Fengyun stood in front of the entire set of kitchen appliance cabinets, turned his head and asked, "Brother Jingkun, which one is an oven and which one is a microwave oven?" Know exactly what it is.

"Huh?" Yuan Jingkun turned his head, shook his head blankly again, and shouted into the living room. "Xino, Xinuo."

"Huh?" Gong Xinuo and Jing Ren were packing their things in the living room, and hurried over after hearing his urgent call. "What's wrong?"

"How does this water come out?" Yuan Jingkun pointed to the water dispenser, then turned around and pointed to the cabinet. "Which one is the microwave?"

"The one on top is a microwave oven." After Gong Xinuo pointed out to Zhong Fengyun, he pointed at the transparent button to Song Yeyang. "This is the water coming out, hot water on the left and cold water on the right."

Yuan Jingkun reached out to press the button to see how the water would come out, but Gong Xinuo stopped him: "Hey, it's hot."

In order to celebrate Yuan Jingkun's smooth hospitalization, Song Yeyang and Zhong Fengyun set up a table of dishes that basically fit Yuan Jingkun's taste. Yuan Jingkun sat between Song Yeyang and Gong Xinuo. Legs, leaving room for the belly in the middle.

"Xinuo, I'm cold." With the miscarriage more than two years ago and this injury, Yuan Jingkun's body cold became more and more serious. In August weather, everyone present was sweating in shorts and shorts. Yuan Jingkun I was wearing a long-sleeved cotton t-shirt inside, a short-sleeve t-shirt outside, trousers, and cotton socks only worn in winter. I still felt cold in a room with a normal temperature of 26 degrees Celsius.

"Huh?" Gong Xinuo touched his hand, it was indeed as cold as ice, and then touched his forehead, but there was no sign of fever, so he was relieved, got up and took a thin sweater.

"Don't wear it, let's cover you up." Song Yeyang was afraid that he would get angry if he wore too much in the house, so he took the sweater and put it on his belly.

Yuan Jingkun's right forearm had plaster removed, but he still couldn't move flexibly. After the meal was officially opened, Yuan Jingkun tried to hold the chopsticks. Not working hard, I can't hold the chopsticks at all.

Song Yeyang put the chopsticks in his hand and positioned them properly. Yuan Jingkun raised his arms with great effort, but the chopsticks fell on the table again.

"Take the spoon, take the spoon." Seeing this, Zhong Fengyun stood up and handed the small spoon to Yuan Jingkun.

"Can this get better without medicine? Isn't this arm useless?" Song Yeyang was anxious and distressed.

Yuan Jingkun curled his lips and didn't speak.

"No, no, uncle, don't worry, it's like this just after the plaster was removed, take your time, it will be fine." Xia Lefan smoothed things over.

In front of everyone, Gong Xinuo couldn't openly feed Yuan Jingkun, so Song Yeyang put the cumin mutton in the spoon in Yuan Jingkun's bowl.

Yuan Jingkun held the spoon with his left hand quite coherently and fluently. After eating the mutton, he praised: "Mmm, it's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good." Song Yeyang brought him some other dishes.

Yuan Jingkun's staple food was tomato and egg noodle soup, and he couldn't eat the noodles with a spoon. Gong Xinuo picked a noodle and brought it to his mouth, and Yuan Jingkun ate it into his mouth with a smile on his face.

Song Yeyang looked at Yuan Jingkun's eyes that were almost crooked with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Eat when you eat, what are you laughing at?"

Yuan Jingkun put away his smile. Before feeding Gong Xinuo in the hospital, the two of them inevitably chatted and laughed. When the relationship became strong, Gong Xinuo couldn't help but kiss Yuan Jingkun's lips. Song Yeyang just saw it, and in front of Gong Xinuo On the other hand, Song Yeyang didn't say anything.

Behind Gong Xinuo's back, Song Yeyang seriously taught Yuan Jingkun not to seduce the young master all the time. The young master is just at the age of vigorous blood. If he can't hold it, can his body bear it now? not good.

Yuan Jingkun stared and argued why I seduced him.

Xu was thinking of the previous events, Yuan Jingkun's face turned reddish, and he kicked Gong Xinuo: "Xinuo, I want to drink water." He added. "Hot water."

"Yeah." Gong Xinuo put down his chopsticks and got up to pour water for him.

Now everyone finally understands why Yuan Jingkun doesn’t use his own things. Before Yuan Jingkun’s accident, he was pregnant with his sister or even earlier. It was Gong Xinuo who did it for him. Apart from changing and hanging his clothes, Yuan Jingkun only talked about it at home.

Gong Xinuo took the slightly scalding water in an insulated cup, and put it in front of Yuan Jingkun. In fact, he didn't really want to drink water, and he didn't even touch the cup. Gong Xinuo didn't mind, and put a piece of sweet and sour The ribs were fed into his mouth.

Yuan Jingkun took a bite, thought it was a bit sweet, so he stopped eating, and Gong Xinuo ate the ribs where he had bitten.

After eating half a bowl of noodle soup, Yuan Jingkun breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm full."

"Are you really full? You can't eat any more in the afternoon." In order to let him eat more every meal, Song Yeyang didn't allow him to add meals before and after meals.

"Yeah." Yuan Jingkun nodded firmly, put his hands on his stomach, and leaned back naturally.

"Hey." Song Yeyang quickly supported his back with his eyes and hands. "Handsome, take a cushion."

Every time Yuan Jingkun eats in the hospital, he is either on the bed or on the sofa. There is always a soft support behind him, so now he wants to lean back very naturally. It was not lightly shaken.

"Oh. Forgot." Yuan Jingkun took the cushion, put it behind his waist, found a comfortable position, and waited for others to finish their meal.

Geng Xin and Xia Lefan gobbled it up, and it was a rare opportunity to eat their uncle's handicrafts—authentic home-cooked dishes, which must be eaten

Zhou Yingjun and Jing Ren didn't eat breakfast, and they were so hungry at the moment, they didn't stop picking up the dishes, creating an atmosphere where the dishes were especially delicious.

"Hey." Yuan Jingkun sighed. "Looking at you eating, I think it's very delicious."

"Then you can eat some more." Song Yeyang gave him some light vegetables.

Yuan Jingkun approached Gong Xinuo's bowl, and Gong Xinuo picked up a piece of celery, Yuan Jingkun shook his head, took his chin and ordered some shrimp, Gong Xinuo ate the celery, picked up the shrimp and sent it to his mouth, Yuan Jing Kun chewed slowly, wondering in his heart, obviously Geng Xin and the others enjoyed the food very well, how could it become so tasteless in his mouth.

During the meal, Jing Ren suddenly mentioned: "Brother Song, there is really no need for maintenance and repairs on your car. Although it is still a few years away from being scrapped, it will always break down after repairs."

"Old Song, is your car broken?" Before Song Yeyang could answer, Yuan Jingkun asked first.

"Yeah. It's been broken for a few days." These days, Gong Xinuo's driver took Song Yeyang to the hospital or went to the company.

"Then, get a new one, don't you like that... that..." Yuan Jingkun thought for a long time, and finally remembered. "That Bentley Mulsanne? Just change to that one, and I'll buy it for you."

Geng Xin and Zhou Yingjun almost didn't spit food out of their mouths. Although it was a reciprocity between good friends, they often gave 500 million cars as gifts to good friends. This friendship is indeed serious enough.

Song Yeyang couldn't help laughing, he had to rely on Gong Xinuo for support, yet he was so ostentatious to give him such an expensive luxury car.

Seeing their reaction, Yuan Jingkun was puzzled for a while, and stared at Song Yeyang sincerely and ignorantly: "Is it very expensive?"

Yuan Jingkun's ignorance is not only not ridiculous, but rather cute. In Song Yeyang's heart, Yuan Jingkun is equivalent to his own brother. In recent years, Yuan Jingkun has silently remembered everything he likes. So, I will send him off when I find a chance. Song Yeyang was really moved by his kindness, and he patted his head lovingly, without saying a word.

"Xinuo, okay?" Of course Yuan Jingkun knew the fact that he had no money, so he turned to ask Gong Xinuo for advice.

"Okay." As long as Yuan Jingkun was happy, Gong Xinuo never said bad things, never went against his will, and said right away. "Jing Ren, you can go to the 4S store to pick up one another day."

"En." Jing Ren replied, his business has been good in the past two years, he has opened several branches in the city and the suburbs, and contracted the exclusive right to repair several brands, and now he is slowly involved in the business of buying and selling vehicles.

Yuan Jingkun was afraid that Song Yeyang would not accept it, so he seriously emphasized: "Old Song, I gave it to you. I gave it to you."

Just as Song Yeyang was about to speak, Yuan Jingkun suddenly stood up and yelled in a low voice, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh He moved a little, and his left hand subconsciously grasped Song Yeyang's forearm tightly. Although his right hand was weak, it knocked over the dishes on the table, and the dishes mixed with soup spread all over the table.

The worst thing was that in the panic, Yuan Jingkun tripped over the leg of the chair and squatted on the ground in a daze.

"Jing Kun...Jing Kun..." Song Yeyang was abducted by him and squatted beside him.

After the sound of objects colliding disappeared, everyone realized that Mrs. Qin was standing behind Yuan Jingkun's seat. She had just finished feeding her sister and sister, put the tableware in the sink, and kindly served a bowl of soup specially made by Song Yeyang , intending to serve it to Yuan Jingkun, so he walked behind him.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Jingkun's reaction was so strong before she could speak, and Mrs. Qin was frightened, the bowl in her hand fell to the ground, the pieces flew and the soup splashed everywhere.

Gong Xinuo quickly squatted beside Yuan Jingkun, held his hand, and comforted him softly: "Baby, don't be afraid. It's Mrs. Qin."

Jing Ren and Zhong Fengyun wanted to go around, but were stopped by Zhou Yingjun, and Mrs. Qin wanted to clean up the debris on the ground, but was also stopped by Zhou Yingjun. Zhou Yingjun repeatedly waved his hands to signal them not to make a sound or move.

This kind of thing happened once in the hospital. Yuan Jingkun was just able to walk on the floor. Gong Xinuo helped him to walk in the ward. Jing Kun turned around suddenly and then quickly backed into the corner, staring at the ground in horror.

At that time, apart from Gong Xinuo, Zhou Yingjun and Song Yeyang were present in the ward, and all three of them were taken aback. Gong Xinuo slowly approached Yuan Jingkun, carried him back to the hospital bed, and comforted him softly.

Yuan Jingkun didn't close his eyes for a whole day and night, stared at the ceiling blankly, didn't talk to anyone, drank some water and ate something mechanically, and Gong Xinuo hugged and coaxed him for a long time before his mood gradually improved.

The five fingers of Yuan Jingkun's left hand clasped Song Yeyang's wrist tightly, and Song Yeyang patted his tight fingers: "Jingkun, it's Mrs. Qin, not someone else, don't be afraid."

"Baby, come on, let go, let go, I'm here, I'm here." Gong Xinuo broke Yuan Jingkun's fingers and embraced him in his arms.

Yuan Jingkun was trembling all over, staring at the ground persistently with empty eyes, refusing to communicate with anyone, and also did not listen to the words of Gong Xinuo and Song Yeyang.

Gong Xinuo slowly helped him stand up and let him lean against himself. Song Yeyang felt Yuan Jingkun's waist hit the edge of the table. He and Gong Xinuo blocked Yuan Jingkun and lifted his clothes to check. There is a bruise.

Song Yeyang's arm was stained with blood, and he thought it was his own, but after checking, he found that the broken tableware scratched the little finger of Yuan Jingkun's right hand. The wound was not big, but the blood flow was not slow.

In Gong Xinuo's arms, Yuan Jingkun's body was stiff, trembling visible to the naked eye, after a while, Yuan Jingkun coughed violently, these coughs caused by shortness of breath almost crushed Gong Xinuo heart of.

"Take it easy." Song Yeyang patted Yuan Jingkun on the back. "Jing Kun, it's Mrs. Qin, don't be afraid."

Gong Xinuo tenderly hugged Yuan Jingkun, with her swollen belly pressed against him, and she could feel the unusual movements of the fetus inside. Gong Xinuo withdrew her hand and gently comforted the frightened fetus.

After a while, Yuan Jingkun's body relaxed a little. With the help of Song Yeyang, Gong Xinuo picked up Yuan Jingkun and carried him back to the bedroom, followed by Song Yeyang and Xia Lefan.

"It's okay, it's okay, Mrs. Qin, I don't blame you, it has nothing to do with you." Zhou Yingjun comforted Mrs. Qin who was at a loss but felt sorry for herself, and told her by the way. "In the future, don't stand behind Mr. Yuan, don't talk behind him, and don't touch him behind his back."

Although Sister Qin didn't understand why, she nodded firmly and cleaned up the debris and soup on the ground.

Gong Xinuo gently placed Yuan Jingkun on the bed, Xia Lefan opened the medicine box, took out alcohol and a cotton swab, cleaned the wound on Yuan Jingkun's right little finger, applied some medicine, and wrapped the wound with bandages and adhesive tape. He also checked the condition of the fetus. Although Yuan Jingkun fell heavily and sat on the ground, fortunately the fetus did not move, and the bruise on the waist was not serious, and it should be able to disappear in a few days.

Compared with the pain, Yuan Jingkun's spirit was even worse. Even when he was dealing with the wound, he remained expressionless, as if he couldn't feel the pain. He stared straight at the ceiling, and Gong Xinuo half hugged behind him. He whispered softly in his ear: "Baby, don't be afraid, it's Mrs. Qin, I'm by your side."

Yuan Jingkun still didn't respond, but compared to his nervousness in the hospital, lying on his own bed seemed to relieve his tension. Gong Xinuo spoke a few more words to him, and Yuan Jingkun gradually lost his energy. Slowly closing her eyes, she fell asleep in Gong Xinuo's arms.

Song Yeyang and Xia Lefan exited the room and went downstairs, Zhou Yingjun and Jing Ren said in unison anxiously: "How is it?"

"It's still the same. I don't talk to people, but I just fell asleep." Song Yeyang sat down with a headache and squeezed his temples. He knew that the physical wounds would heal sooner or later, but the psychological wounds were no match for the precipitation of time.

Probably because Feng Xianglin attacked Yuan Jingkun from behind, so Yuan Jingkun was very resistant to someone behind him, with a strong sense of vigilance, and was particularly sensitive to voices and figures behind him.

"It can't always be like this." Xia Lefan shook his head. "He has to say it himself. Ever since this incident happened, Mr. Yuan has never mentioned it. If he didn't mention it, it doesn't mean it didn't happen. The impact of this incident has been deeply engraved in his heart and in his mind. Li, if things go on like this, you might get depression after giving birth to a child."

"Then why let him say it?" Zhou Yingjun's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word depression. Two of his classmates once suffered from depression, and they were tortured so badly by depression that they finally chose to leave this cruel society. world.

"This..." Xia Lefan was also troubled, it was impossible for Yuan Jingkun to find a psychiatrist in this situation. "Actually, it's probably not that serious. Let's see again. Anyway, with Mr. Gong by his side, it should be better. Just don't irritate him."

Yuan Jingkun didn't wake up until almost five o'clock in the afternoon. Song Yeyang guessed that he was about to wake up, so he specially warmed a glass of milk and sent it upstairs. When he pushed the door, Yuan Jingkun just woke up.

"Xinuo, I'm cold." Yuan Jingkun covered the thin quilt, turned around in the quilt, and muttered.

Gong Xinuo turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, picked him up by the way, Yuan Jingkun drank half a cup of warm milk in a daze, and Gong Xinuo wiped his face before he regained consciousness.

Dinner is eggplant stuffed pie and red bean porridge that Yuan Jingkun wanted to eat. Yuan Jingkun ate two pies and drank a bowl of red bean porridge with brown sugar. After eating, he felt his appetite comfortably and held his head Waiting for Song Yeyang and Gong Xinuo to eat.

"Would you like to eat cherries or pomegranates later?" Song Yeyang asked for his thoughts when it was fruit time after an hour and a half of dinner.

"I don't even want to eat it." Yuan Jing Kun shook her head wearily. "Xinuo, I want to take a bath tonight."

Before going to bed, Gong Xinuo took Yuan Jingkun a comfortable hot bath, soothing music echoed in the bedroom, Yuan Jingkun sat on the bed and flipped through magazines.

Gong Xinuo knelt behind him to dry his hair, Yuan Jingkun pointed to the ad in the magazine and said, "Xinuo, Lao Song just likes this car."

"Well, it's pretty. Old Song has a good eye." Gong Xinuo glanced at the magazine and agreed with him.

"Xinuo, I want to eat cherries." After drying his hair, Yuan Jingkun changed his sitting position with his stomach in his arms.

"Okay." Gong Xinuo went downstairs to the kitchen, filled the refrigerator with all kinds of imported pollution-free fruits, picked a dozen plump and ruddy cherries, cleaned them, put them on a plate, and brought them to the bedroom.

Gong Xinuo picked up a knife to pick out the pits from the cherries, and fed the cherry flesh into Yuan Jingkun's mouth. After eating three or four, Yuan Jingkun stopped eating, brushed his teeth again, and lay down on the bed for a while. sleep.

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