After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

In the middle of the night, something was wrong with Xiao He. Grandpa Ling, who was sleeping next door, was the first to notice.

"Xiaohe, Xiaohe?" Grandpa Ling reached out and pulled the curtain between the two of them.

The old man felt shallow, the heavy breathing and the unbearable moaning and moaning of the young man next door kept him from dreaming, and he felt as if he had returned to Ling Su's childhood.

At that time, Ling Su had just returned from abroad. She had no parents and no mother. She lived alone in a boarding school. In the middle of the night, she had a high fever and rolled herself out of the upper bunk.

When he hurried over, the child was in such a state.

Grandpa Ling woke up from the dream. After taking a look at Xiao He's situation, he hurriedly pressed the nurse's bell, and whispered, "Xiao He, Xiao He?"

Then there was a bit of moonlight coming in from the window, and Grandpa Ling saw the young man curled up on the bed opposite him. He was clearly a tall man, but when he was clutching his abdomen, he looked as fragile as a baby who had just escaped from the swaddle.

Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his complexion paler and weaker.

Mr. He reluctantly opened his eyes, and smiled lightly at Grandpa Ling: "Grandpa, I"

"What's the matter." The nurse pushed the door open in a low voice and walked to Grandpa Ling's bedside.

Grandpa stretched out his hand: "Xiaohe is not feeling well."

The nurse's face was not very real in the dark, but Grandpa Ling only felt that the little girl was blown away like a gust of wind after hearing that the bed next door was uncomfortable.

It's still linked to the tornado.

Very fast.

Within a minute, a few more nurses entered the ward. Before he could describe the situation, Xiao He was quickly pushed away by the wheelchair.

On the second day, when he described the scene yesterday to Ling Su who came to deliver food, he even sighed in admiration: "I didn't even know that girl looked like her legs were like bamboo poles, but she could run so fast .”

Ling Su, who was packing the lunch box, turned her head when she heard the words, and looked at the empty bed next to her: "You haven't come back?"

"It seems to be." Grandpa Ling nodded, glanced at the other lunch box that Ling Su was carrying today, and laughed with deep regret, "I can't see him, are you unhappy?"

Ling Su didn't look particularly disappointed, but just shrugged and sat down to chat with the old man as usual at noon to relieve boredom.

It's just that today I always feel that my back is empty.

There is one less person who will sit quietly behind the curtain with his head down and wait for you; the moment you lift the curtain, he will raise his head and say "you are here" in surprise; People who always feel very familiar.

Ling Su began to think about whether his life was so boring recently that he even regarded the old man's patients as part of his life.

It all sounds so humble.

Ling Su lay on the old man's bed, enjoying the rare sunshine without curtains or people blocking it, and felt a little drowsy.

But just as the old man's Landlord fight came to an end and everything around him gradually quieted down, Ling Su suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Ling Su?"

Suddenly, Ling Su heard the sound of the wheelchair passing by the over-mopped floor tiles in the ward.

Very light, but you can definitely feel it.

He is coming to you.

Ling Su lay on the bed, slowly opened his eyes a crack, and saw the person in the wheelchair smiling at him.

Ling Su subconsciously stretched out her hand, and before she even opened her eyes, she precisely touched the new insulated box on the bedside table next to her.

He said vaguely: "Are you eating and the soup is still hot?"

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As it turns out, Mr. He might really like tomato and egg drop soup.

Ling Su, who was lying on the bedside table instead, thought so.

Pushing Mr. He in, the nurse whispered: "Mr. He, you have to remember"

"Thank you, I know." Mr. He turned his head and nodded roughly in the direction of the nurse. The smile on his face was gentle but a little alienated. When he turned his head to Ling Su, he lowered his head and whispered Ask him if he really has tomato and egg drop soup today.

"Yes. Mr. He, are you okay?" Ling Su yawned, and when the nurse supported Mr. He, he stood up and gave his hand.

Ling Su is not short, at 1.7 meters and taller than most boys.

But when he stood up, Ling Su still found that he was still a lot shorter than Mr. He who was being supported and couldn't stand still.

Ling Su held Mr. He's arm, and took most of the man's weight from the nurse's hands—although this little swan was very thin, Ling Su still felt the weight of a tall man's skeleton. pressure on oneself.

Even if Mr. He is as calm as he is, it would be a bit flustered to be helped up hastily by others when he can't see and has a broken leg-not to mention that the nurse who helped him only reached his chest.

While supporting him, Ling Su patted his back reassuringly: "It's okay, I won't fall."

As he said that, he saw Mr. He was followed by a nurse who looked like [-] million.

With a scarred face, a big man, and arms so strong that Ling Su wondered if he could still fold them.

You owe me 200 million with this face, and I want you to kill me today. It is not at all similar to the lovely nurse aunt who will accompany the old man to fight the landlord next to him.

Never seen a nurse like this.

After almost carrying Mr. He to the bed, Ling Su stood aside with her arms folded, watching Mr. Hu Gong clumsily tuck Mr. He's bed sheet.

"How about that?" After the nurse almost slapped Mr. He out of the bed, Ling Su couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward, blocking Mr. He's face with tactful words but very practically, "Go and rest Come on, I'll do it."

When touching the big nurse's arm, Ling Su felt his sudden hostility.

What's the matter, it's obviously because of your reluctance, but you still want to grab a job?

Ling Su looked at him puzzledly for half a minute, and finally impressed the elder brother with his deer eyes.

Let him put down his work very reluctantly, turned and went to the cafeteria.

"What's wrong with Mr. He." After helping Mr. He to lie down and carefully tucking him in the quilt, Ling Su made sure that his grandfather had fallen asleep, so he drew the curtain in the middle of the bed, sat down and opened the lunch box, and asked in bed. Mr. He lying on the bed, "I heard from grandpa that you are not feeling well in the middle of the night."

"Stomach problem." Mr. He, who was stuck in the pillow, looked pale and fragile, as if he would blend into the whiteness of the ward in a second, "I had a gastroscopy."

Seeing that the man on the bed was already so weak, but still forced to smile at her, Ling Su felt as if her heart had been stepped on by a kitten—of course, it was definitely not the two of them. A giant cat pig.

It's a sallow-faced and emaciated little milk cat that doesn't even bark loudly, and stumbles as it walks, and finally lands at your feet.

Even though Mr. He smiled in the wrong direction again, Ling Su's eyes almost turned red when he spoke to the air for a long time.

"Drink some soup. I also made some small wontons in clear soup today. You can cushion your stomach a bit." Ling Su patted the edge of Mr. He's bed, bent down to help him tuck the quilt next to him, and sat directly on it , "Well, let's get up and eat something first?"

"En." Mr. He nodded obediently, but he was weak and didn't have the extra strength to move up.

Instead, after moving, she leaned against Ling Su's thigh.

Ling Su couldn't help feeling warm when he saw Mr. He clutching his stomach, curled up in the thin quilt, secretly rubbing against himself as a heat source.

He smiled and shook his head, lifted Mr. He's shoulders, and directly helped him to pillow on his lap.

Ling Su leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the two twirling hairs at the back of Mr. He's head and the thick black shiny hair hanging obediently.

It is said that two people who spin are smart.

Mr. He estimated that his IQ is quite high.

While Ling Su was in a daze, he watched Mr. He nestled obediently on his lap. The tall man was almost curled up, and his fingers were still grabbing a corner of the quilt.

Like a child who finally found his doll in a stormy night.

"Lingsu."

Amidst Mr. He's even breathing, Ling Su leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep, when suddenly he heard him calling her again.

This time Ling Su didn't bother to open his eyes anymore, he just stretched out his hand and patted Mr. He's hair that was so warmed by the sun: "Well, what's the matter?"

"My name is He Yanhui."

He heard it while checking, they said.

He called He Yanhui.

He must be the first to tell Ling Su.

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