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"Miss Qiao, Mr. Ji is awake." Sister Cui ran over excitedly.

Qiao Muyuan turned his head and threw away the pen in his hand.

Ji Changmu's fever had not completely subsided. He opened his tired eyes. The surroundings were quiet, but he still felt noisy. It seemed that he had had a long dream, in which Qiao Muyuan was always by his side.

When he opened his eyes and saw Qiao Muyuan standing in front of the hospital bed, he thought he hadn't woken up from the dream.

"Brother Ji!" Qiao Muyuan bent down and grabbed his warm hand, "Brother Ji, you have been asleep for a long time... What if you can't wake up..."

It was Qiao Muyuan's voice.

There was an anxious look in her bright pupils, revealing every bit of her urgency and uneasiness. Her small hands held his big hands tightly, and they held both hands together to hold his hand tightly.

live.

When the fingertips touch each other, a subtle electric current spreads from the palm prints to the blood vessels and reaches the contact point of the heart.

Ji Changmu took his breath away, it was Qiao Muyuan.

He coughed a few times, lowered his eyelashes, and nodded: "I'm fine."

"Why is everything okay... Do you know how long you slept? You slept for half a month! Half a month! Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival! If you continue to sleep, a year will pass and your company will go bankrupt.

, your girlfriend also ran away with someone else."

Probably because Qiao Muyuan usually wouldn't joke with him, he was really frightened by her, and he frowned: "Half a month? So long?"

Fortunately, this man was not fooled so easily. He took out his hand and took the medical record posted on the bedside, where a nurse would register his condition every day.

At first glance, there is no half a month.

Qiao Muyuan blushed.

Ji Changmu's pale lips raised slightly: "Little liar."

He was indeed a little liar, pretending to be serious, and he was almost fooled.

Ji Changmu was very tired and didn't say much. He let Qiao Muyuan hold his hand. He wanted to close his eyes, but he seemed to want to keep them open and see everything in front of him.

Qiao Muyuan's eyes collided with his. The little girl had a lot to say, but she swallowed them all in the end.

Qiao Muyuan has been accompanying Ji Changmu all morning, and Sister Cui has also been there.

Ji Changmu's fever completely subsided by noon, and his body temperature returned to normal. His throat felt a little uncomfortable and he occasionally coughed.

Lewis piled a lot of documents on Ji Changmu's bedside. He picked one up and looked at it, frowning.

Qiao Muyuan took the document from him: "Look at it, the doctor said that your problem is caused by working too hard."

"If you don't look, what should I do?" Ji Changmu leaned on the pillow behind him with a smile on his lips.

"Eat something." In her hand was a bowl of lean meat porridge, "I'll feed you."

Ji Changmu did not refuse.

This was her first time feeding someone porridge, and she was serious and patient.

There was a hint of smile on Ji Changmu's pale face, and there were clear waves flowing in his eyes, with water marks flickering, and a pair of translucent eyes under his long eyelashes.

At the end of the meal, there was a piece of meat left in the bowl. Qiao Muyuan bit one end and fed it.

Ji Changmu's originally pale face was covered with a thin layer of red, and his brows were only slightly wrinkled. He put one hand behind her neck and held the back of her head. He ate the meat slices she fed and swallowed it.

But he didn't let go of her lips, and with some brute strength, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her soft lips.

Qiao Muyuan blushed fiercely.

They haven't kissed for a long time.
Chapter completed!