Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

He Jingrui was sitting alone outside the ward as if waiting for a trial, when Xiaoqin brought an insulated bucket.

Seeing her, He Jingrui was overjoyed.Without him, Xiaoqin's dress was too strange.

Her bald head has now grown shoulder-length hair, which is tied into a ponytail docilely behind her head. She is wearing a plain sportswear, sneakers, and carrying a satchel. She looks like a schoolgirl.

She usually wears outlandish clothes, but she can't bear to change her look suddenly.He Jingrui wanted to laugh when he looked at her.He covered his face and laughed together.

Xiaoqin blushed from his laughter, raised her hand to hit him, and said viciously: "What's so funny?!"

"You...haha, why are you dressed like this? Hahaha..." He Jingrui laughed while hiding.

"You don't mind me! Hey, don't laugh!" Xiaoqin pulled his mouth with a blushing face.

"No, stop laughing. Let go!" He Jingrui finally stopped laughing, rubbed his cheeks and made a face at her: "Are you doing this for the boss?"

Xiaoqin sat down beside him, lowered her head and let out a "huh".

"Do you want to change that much?"

"It's just a change of clothes, what's the big deal? Isn't it ugly?"

He Jingrui cocked his chin and looked it up, and said, "It's pretty. But it's not suitable for you."

"You'll get used to it after looking at it a lot." She checked the clothes and pants by herself, and said, "Try another skirt next time."

He Jingrui suppressed a smile and said, "I think a wild and casual dress is more suitable for you."

Xiaoqin shrugged and didn't answer, she raised her chin towards the door of the ward and asked, "Is your father in?"

"Well. The boss talked to him about things."

"It's really not the right time for me to come. If your father is here in the future, please tell me in advance."

"So afraid of my dad? Are you so concerned?" He Jingrui laughed at her.

"Aren't you afraid?" Xiaoqin cast a disapproving glance at him.

"Of course I'm afraid. Except for the boss, I'm afraid there are very few people in this world who are not afraid of him." He Jingrui pulled the thermos in Xiaoqin's hand, lifted the lid and sniffed it, and said with a sniff, "You made this? I Why does it smell like my wife's soup?"

Her face turned red again, and she said a little coyly, "Xiao Shen taught me to stew."

"Okay, you! Did you wash your hands and make soup?! Haha, Boss is so charming." He Jingrui teased her with a playful smile.

"I hate it, you!" Xiaoqin snatched the thermos, and blamed her, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The two of them were chattering back and forth when the door of the ward opened.He Chenggong strode out.They immediately stopped arguing and stood up, one calling "Dad" and the other "Uncle".

This time, He Chenggong reluctantly nodded his head in response.He glanced over at He Jingrui, and took a second look at Xiaoqin.

He seemed to want to say something, moved his lips a few times, and finally waved his hand at the ward and said, "Go in." Then he left without looking back.

He Jingrui and Xiaoqin looked at each other for no reason, and were quite surprised by He Chenggong's indifferent and forbearing attitude.

"Brother, what did you tell Dad?" He Jingrui couldn't help asking his brother when he entered the ward.

"Know it with reason, move it with emotion." He Jinghui has been watching Xiao Qin tenderly behind his brother, absent-mindedly said: "Xiao Shen's brother's matter is settled, you go back to the police station to pick him up."

The influence of the cotton trousers on the old man should not be underestimated. If he stalks and tries his best to solve the problem, the boss can fix it with just a few words. Dad is too partial!

He Jingrui was pleasantly surprised and admired, and there was also something unpleasant about it. He smacked his lips and continued to ask, "How did you persuade me? Tell me, and I will know what to say when I encounter similar things in the future."

"What else can I say, I'm determined to speak soft words." He Jinghui's eyes seemed to be glued to his girl's body, and his words were clouded, probably because he didn't want to tell Xiaoqin.

Xiaoqin is such a smart person, she has already heard what he meant, and now she casually interjected: "Did you say that playing is fun, marriage is marriage, He Jingrui is still young, if he wants to fall in love, let him do it, After a few years, when he has had enough fun, maybe he will change his mind? Let's talk about it when we have to get married."

He Jinghui's eyes jumped suddenly.Actually acquiesced.

The corner of Xiaoqin's mouth curled up in a teasing arc, she stopped looking at him, and concentrated on cooking the soup in the thermos.

"This is all possible?!" He Jingrui suddenly realized that the boss used the word "drag"!After all, things are still not fundamentally resolved.

"Otherwise, what do you say?" He Jinghui asked with a wry smile.

"..." He Jingrui scratched his head, and really couldn't think of a better way.

He Jinghui said again: "Dad was frightened by you. He was afraid that you would change back again, so he turned a blind eye."

"I know." He Jingrui turned his head to look at Xiaoqin, and mouthed to his brother, "Are you procrastinating like this too?"

He Jinghui closed his eyes as an answer.

Going to see Xiaoqin again, she always had a faint smile on her face, she seemed to know everything by heart, and deliberately showed that she didn't care.He Jingrui felt very uncomfortable, and couldn't tell what was wrong.

Guessing that the boss had a lot to say to his girlfriend, He Jingrui left consciously.

Only He Jinghui and Xiaoqin were left in the ward.

Xiaoqin stared intently at the microwave oven, while He Jinghui stared intently at her.

"Ding".The sound of the microwave broke the silence between the two.

Xiaoqin carefully brought out the soup, walked to the hospital bed, and said, "Drink the soup."

"Thank you." He Jinghui thanked obediently, but did not extend his hand, as if waiting for her to feed him.

She had no choice but to pull over the chair and sit down, feeding him soup with a slightly jerky movement.

"Do you blame me?" He Jinghui stared at her and asked while drinking the soup.

"What's so strange?" The thick eyelashes were half down, covering her eyes, "This is not the first time."

"Aren't you really angry?" He Jinghui asked while holding her hand.

She put down the bowl and sighed: "It's best if you're fine, why are you still angry? Wasting time for nothing."

He Jinghui showed a relaxed smile, pressed her hand on his lips and kissed, and said softly: "Give me a little more time. I will definitely solve it."

Xiaoqin finally raised her head and looked directly at him. There was no trace of blame in her beautiful eyes, but full of affection.

That familiar yet unfamiliar look hit his heart hard.

He heard his heart skip two beats, then beat again more violently.

Stretching out his movable left hand, he caressed her cheek.The thumb slides back and forth carefully, reluctant to let go.

After a long time, he said softly, "Thank you."

This thank you is full of indescribable affection and emotion.

Thank you for being willing to change for me.

Thank you for being willing to compromise for me.

Thank you for being such and loving me.

Xiaoqin put his hand on her face and said softly, "Let's try again."

He Jinghui's serious face instantly burst into a bright smile, as if a light hit his surroundings, and his whole body lit up.

Watching him, Xiaoqin lost her mind for a moment.Time is like a flowing deep river, rushing past her with the memories of the past.A series of vivid pictures were reflected in her irises, overlapping with the memories cherished in her heart.

The strong affection that was suppressed in my heart finally broke through the ice called "self-esteem" and rushed out.

It turns out that the love for him is so deep!

Tears blinded her eyes, and the man's face became distant and close.

She lowered her head slowly and leaned against him in a devout and submissive posture.

His hand fell on top of her head, caressing lovingly.

"Sing me a song," he said.

"What do you want to hear?"

"The song you sang when we first met."

She raised her face and smiled mischievously at him: "I forgot."

He didn't speak, but closed his eyes with a smile, and hummed a melody—it was that song.

The man's low voice echoed in the ward, and occasionally a few notes were out of tune, but it didn't affect the feeling at all.

Because this is their song, a song that belongs to both of them.

Xiaoqin lay back on her stomach again, and gently wiped off the water stains from the corners of her eyes on the quilt.