"Ah?" Shen Qianshu thought, are you and your husband so connected? She didn't sleep well yesterday. Today, she was almost a visitor all day. She didn't have time to rest. She didn't have a nap and her face was a little pale.

"You are also a patient. Don't be brave. I'll accompany him in the hospital."

"You all go home." Tong Hua said, "I can't sleep well in the hospital. I don't need company when I grow up."

"That's no good. It's our child when we grow up. If you get sick, you can't be alone in the hospital."

Shen Qianshu rubbed the little head of the children's painting, "then Mommy will go home first and cook some porridge for you tomorrow."

"OK."

Shen Qianshu didn't go back to the country. He simply wiped his body in the cubicle of the hospital. He was a little uncomfortable. He really needed to go home and freshen up.

When she went downstairs, the sun just went down the hill, and the whole hospital was bathed in an orange shadow. The breeze swayed. The hospital was a pale color, reflecting the orange red sky. It was extremely gorgeous. Shen Qianshu had a feeling of rebirth.

Yeling leaned slightly in front of his sports car, wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, and changed into a slightly simpler casual dress. The V-neck white sweater, the V-neck with jujube red edge, and the fitting and slender jeans lined his long legs, which were extraordinarily slender. He wore a pair of white casual shoes, which made him extraordinarily casual.

Jeans????

Domineering president wind seconds smaller literary youth.

When Yeling broke through the door wearing a long windbreaker that day, what was engraved in her mind was the God of war in the ancient Rome era, the God blocking the killing God, the Buddha blocking the cold wind of killing the Buddha, the ascetic wind in formal clothes at ordinary times, and the Sao Bao wind wearing white camellia, which could even become a literary style.

Miracle night mausoleum?

He stood in the shadow of the sunset, like the vitality in full bloom, vibrant. Shen Qianshu's footsteps towards him became a little lighter, like running to meet the person he liked when he was a teenager, full of joy.

"Sir, you don't look good in sunglasses!" Shen Qianshu blinked his eyes smartly, smiling. The big sunglasses showed two of her with lovely smiles.

Yeling quickly took off her sunglasses and stared at her, and her eyes were going to spit fire again. Shen Qianshu's star eyes, "it's much better."

The anger was put out before it rose.

Zhong ran said that wearing sunglasses was the coolest thing. He even lied to me!

Shen Qianshu looked at his dress thoughtfully, "Sir, how old are you this year?"

The media said that he was twenty-eight.

"Twenty seven!"

"Today looks like twenty." Shen Qianshu said sweet words without stinginess, "it's so handsome."

Yeling's lips were slightly raised and flattened by him, with an extremely stable and restrained appearance. Shen Qianshu was as sweet as a Caramel Cake, and he couldn't wait to swallow it. The twilight shadow circled a blurred light around them.

In the peak period, it was a little slow to go home. Shen Qianshu had refreshed himself and continued to tease him, but he was tired physically and mentally. He dozed and fell asleep. Yeling frowned, looked at the darkness under her eyelids, and made a call to ADA.

"You go to the hospital and watch."

"Young and old, I'm already in the hospital. Miss Lin is accompanying me. Do I still have to guard?"

"Watch!"

"Yes!"

When Shen Qianshu woke up, the lights were on, and she was in the car with some heating on. She rubbed her eyes, very sleepy, "how did I fall asleep?"

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