Chapter 524

"I'm going to see Jiang muxiao." Lin an an gets up, even tone words are cold.

Jiang's mother and Zheng Xiurong helped Lin an: "son, you are in the confinement now. Don't toss about. Listen to your mother and stay here obediently."

Lin an looked at Zheng Xiurong and mother Jiang, and begged, "Mom, if I lie on this bed, my heart will be more uneasy."

"Get the wheelchair!"

All of a sudden, Mr. Jiang, who has been silent, orders in a low voice.

Mother Jiang looked anxiously at master Jiang: "Dad..."

Mr. Jiang looked at Lin An'an firmly and said, "son, promise grandfather not to be too excited, OK?"

Lin an took a deep breath and nodded. He agreed to master Jiang.

Zhao Yang took the wheelchair, gently picked up Lin an and put it on the wheelchair.

"Ann, let's go."

He whispered to Ann to ask if she was ready.

Lin an nodded gently, breathing around the tip of his nose, becoming light, shallow, as if there were No.

Her fingers, beating the wheelchair without rhythm, made her disordered breathing heavy.

"Ann?" Jin Xiaoxiao looks anxiously at Lin An'an.

Zhao Yang also stood in place, hands on the wheelchair, no push.

Behind the elders, a palm are pinching sweat.

Lin took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and said softly, "don't take it so seriously. I was ready."

Listen carefully, you can hear the shaking in her voice.

“……”

Zhao Yang and Jin Xiaoxiao look at each other.

Lin an gently smile: "well, I'm really ready."

Then he took a deep breath again.

Zhao Yang bowed his head. The dim light in the ward hit Lin An'an's calm face. He looked at Lin An'an anxiously. He didn't know what kind of waves were hidden in this calm face.

He pushed Lin An'an slowly, as if on a hard journey.

When the door of the room came, Lin saw Jiang muxiao lying on the bed.

Hands and feet, body, face, are scratches.

Zhao Yang pushed her to the hospital bed and looked at Lin an anxiously.

She just calmly stretched out her hand, calmly put it on Jiang muxiao's cheek, calmly said: "you're late, Jiang muxiao."

Jin Xiaoxiao quietly pulls Zhao Yang's sleeve. Now she hopes Lin An'an will cry, roar or hit jiangmuxiao.

At least At least, we can let it out.

Lin An'an, who is absolutely calm, worries Jin Xiaoxiao even more.

Zhao Yang and the elders behind him frowned and nervously looked at Lin An'an, as if they were always ready.

At this time, Lin an chuckled and turned to ask Zhao Yang, "Zhao Yang, how long has Jiang muxiao been in a coma?"

Zhao Yang was stunned for a long time before he found his voice, and still looked at Lin an anxiously: "it's been a day."

"One day..." She frowned, looked at Jiang muxiao's jaw, and said with a low smile, "his beard grows so fast. How can I feel like I haven't seen him for a long time?"

"An an..." Jin Xiaoxiao holds her hand and looks anxiously at Zhao Yang.

The tone, sad, like the cry of an eagle falling from a cliff.

Lin an slightly raised his chin, eyes and eyebrows are showing a faint smile: "Xiaoxiao, I'm ok."

"An an..."

"Mom and dad." Lin an turned his head, looked at master Jiang and said to them, "grandfather, you can go to see the baby. I want to have a whisper with Jiang muxiao, OK?"

Mr. Jiang looked at Lin An'an hesitantly, determined that she didn't want to turn away from them, nodded and said, "OK."

Finish saying, still not at ease to turn to see a Lin an an, just silently wave a hand, signal everybody to go out.

Out of the door, he said to Zhao Yang: "Zhao boy, please, you look at An'an and Xiaoxiao here, I'll let my servant take you back to rest."

"I'll stay here, too." It's time for the Jiang family to need people most. She can stay here to help.

Besides, she can't sit at home.

"All right." Master Jiang nodded, with a smile on his face. "Let's go to see the children."

"Well." The others followed in silence.

But at this time of ward, but a quiet.

Zhao Yang raised his ears and heard Lin An's whispering voice.

"I saw Ruan Qingyun in my dream." Lin an gently poked Jiang muxiao's fingers. The blood in his hands had been cleaned, but the scars on his hands still existed.

"Maybe I hate her so much." She chuckled and said to herself, "she is a fairy's mount. Ha ha, of course I hate her. She almost broke us up..."Speaking of this, her face was full of melancholy: "secretly tell you, I really hope she died, this idea more than once, you must think that I am a very bad person, right?"

At this time, the fingers in the palm of the hand miraculously vibrated twice, as if in response to Lin An'an's question.

Lin An's eyes widened: "Jiang muxiao, you can hear me, can't you?"

She stares at the fingers in her palm, waiting for the next miracle.

But the hands didn't move.

Lin An'an suspected that it was just an illusion. She said with a smile, "I know it must be because I want you to wake up so much that I can see it, right?"

"Do you think I'm so nagging that I'm not going to wake up?"

She stretched out her hand and gently poked the bangs on Jiang muxiao's forehead. She said with a smile, "you haven't seen the child yet. So have I. I want to go to see the child with you. I want to see the first face you see the child. I also want you to see the first face I see the child."

"In this way, I can laugh at you all my life. I can laugh at you for the first time when you see a child's silly appearance, and you can laugh at me all my life for the first time when I see a child's silly appearance."

"Jiang muxiao, you once said that no one is allowed to laugh at me, but as long as that person is you, I am willing to be laughed at by you, even if you laugh at me all my life. Jiang muxiao, do you hear me?"

Her voice was very low, almost as low as dust.

However, Jiang muxiao on the bed, still quietly lying on the bed, as if asleep.

Hot tears fell from their eyes and fell in their hands. Lin an looked vaguely at Jiang muxiao on the bed, whispered and growled: "Jiang muxiao, I love you, please, wake up quickly, OK?"

With that, she fell on Jiang muxiao's arm and sobbed in a low voice.

At this time, the familiar feeling hit, a broad big palm gently stroked Lin An'an's hair, over and over again, as if to smooth the wound on her body.

"Fool."

The ugly chrysanthemum outside the window is full of flowers, as if to celebrate the new year.