When Jingnian opened his eyes, he didn't know where he was.

The strange room with gray as the main color in front of her is not a hospital or her home.

Curled lashes blinked a few times, looked down, and his eyes fell on his clothes.

After a while, I remembered that she fainted in a private club-Shi Huang.

Before fainting, she seemed to make a call.

With his lips pursed, Jingnian looked up at the room in front of him.

A trace of dusty familiarity flooded into memory.

The heart rhythm is abnormal.

Tightening the quilt's hand tightened, Jing Nian took a deep breath, trying to lift the quilt out of bed, but the room door was pushed open from the outside at this time.

The middle-aged woman who came in from the door carried a bowl of porridge.

Jingnian looked at her calmly step by step.

"Miss Jing, Dr. Ji said that you can wake up at this time, he is really a wonderful doctor, you are really awake."

Aunt Yang came near, Jing Nian raised her eyebrows, staring black and white at the bowl of white porridge.

Stop looking, and ask lightly, "Aunt Yang, why am I...will I be here?"

Aunt Yang put the porridge on the bedside table.

"Ms. Jing, the modest son brought you back."

Jing Nian lowered his eyes, and smiled again, "Trouble Aunt Yang."

Here, she came years ago.

Aunt Yang smiled kindly, "Yong Shen Shen said that you are not convenient to stay in the hospital now, Bojia and Jingjia, you definitely don't want to go... Just brought you back, you haven't eaten for a day, you must be hungry, first Drink this porridge and tell me what you need."

What's so good about white porridge?

"Aunt Yang, what time is it now?"

"Just six o'clock."

Jing Nian heard that his face changed suddenly and he was about to get out of bed. "Aunt Yang, I don't drink porridge. I have to go to the hospital now."

She disappeared for a day, and my grandfather didn't know what to worry about.

"You go to the hospital like this, you are afraid that you will not feel old when you soak in the cold water for a night, and then you have a high fever. Are you going to perform a fainting in front of him again?

A cold, cold voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Jing Nian got out of bed for a while.

He looked up and looked straight at the deep eyes of the man in the wheelchair.

Her breathing slowed down.

The quietly clenched palm gradually became wet.

At the door, the man who looked across the air frowned, his eyes calm.

Something quietly penetrated into the heart and gave her a soft bite. The insignificant pain woke Jing Ning.

She looked away.

Lift the quilt and get out of bed.

"My grandfather is not subject to any stimulation...I have to go to the hospital."

"Miss Jing, don't worry."

Jing Nian's feet were like stepping on cotton, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Aunt Yang quickly helped her.

Bo Qianshen had slid the wheelchair and came to her. Without looking at Jingnian, he told Aunt Yang who was supporting her, "Aunt Yang, you go out first."

"Okay, humble son."

Aunt Yang responded respectfully.

After the incident of eight years ago, Bo Qianshen left the word "mutilation" in the outside world.

But in the hearts of people around Bo Qianshen, he will always be a humble son, the first son of Beicheng.

The door opened and closed.

There was a moment of stagnation in the indoor atmosphere.

The man's eyes swept her broken lips.

Compromised, "Drink the porridge first. There is nothing wrong with the elderly. I have been to the hospital."

Jing Nian's eyes changed slightly.

Make sure he didn't lie.

With her legs weakened, she sat back on the bed.

His eyes flicked over his legs. "Are your legs still bad?"