At the hospital payment office, An Xiaoxiao planned to renew the fee, but unexpectedly learned that her mother had completed the discharge procedures.

In the ward, Yu Lin was packing up with Uncle Lin, and An Xiaoxiao pushed the door in, "Mom, why did you leave the hospital? Didn't you say, don't worry about money."

Yu Lin and Uncle Lin looked at each other and smiled and said, "You silly boy, Minger you come back, Mom can't be in the hospital."

An Xiaoxiao was stunned, she really forgot this, and Jiang Muye may not remember.

"Little rest assured, I will bring your mother back the day after tomorrow." Uncle Lin explained.

An Xiaoxiao asked for the opinion of the attending doctor uneasy, and only then agreed with it when he learned that there was no major problem.

The three returned to Qingshuiju. Uncle Lin Zhangluo prepared a table and Yu Lin took An Xiao's novel for a while.

At eight o'clock, An Xiaoxiao asked to return, this time it was Yu Lin's reluctant look.

An Xiaoxiao comforted her, "Mom, I will come back tomorrow. In addition, you will cooperate with the treatment, and I will go to the hospital to accompany you after these few days."

"Okay." Yu Lin packed a steamed dumpling, "Bring it to Makino to try it. Your Lin's craftsmanship is a must."

An Xiaoxiao answered, carrying steamed dumplings back to Zhuxuan, Jiang Muye had not returned yet, she decided to wait in the living room and so on.

When she comes back tomorrow, she doesn't want to disappoint her mother, so she plans to discuss with Jiang Muye.

Subconsciously, she felt that he must not remember, and would not be willing to go back with her.

He is such an arrogant person, not breathing at all, how can he care about these red tapes.

After two days, this is the first time she has seriously observed this home. The simple style of black, white and gray, and other home accessories are mostly blue and very tasteful.

The large floor-to-ceiling window is a small semi-open study. Jiang Muye seems to like reading here.

She walked over, and there were some hard-to-understand economics books on the bookshelf. She was naturally not interested.

Her eyes glanced at the corner of the bookshelf, and a piano score came into her eyes. She stepped off her feet and the pages turned yellow.

An Xiaoxiao opened it at will, and it naturally spun in her mind, leaning against the sofa in front of the window and looking over.

So when Jiang Muye came back, he saw An Xiaoxiao sleeping on the sofa with a light smile on his lips, but his sleeping posture stretched.

Seeing the music sheet held in her arms, Jiang Muye suddenly remembered the photos Grandpa once showed him. The girl in a white dress sitting in front of the piano played indulgently, with a confident, proud pride between her eyes.

It's the side he hasn't seen yet.

Reaching out and pulling the book out of her hand, An Xiaoxiao was agitated, his squinting eyes narrowed, "You are back."

Her voice was lazy, but it was nice.

Jiang Muye nodded, "How do I sleep here?"

"Waiting for you." An Xiaoxiao answered naturally. She glanced at the clock, "So late, are you hungry? I packed steamed dumplings, do you want some?"

Seeing the urgency in her bright eyes, Jiang Muye nodded, "Then heat it up."

An Xiaoxiao's expression rose instantly, jumped up and walked to the kitchen, "Then you wait, I will come when I go."

By the time An Xiaoxiao came back, Jiang Muye had taken off his suit and untie his tie, and the white shirt had two buttons on it, and the honey-colored skin on his chest jumped out.

Her old face was red again. She hurriedly did not look away and put the steamed dumplings in front of him, "Uncle Lin's craft is very good, try it."

In fact, Jiang Muye is not hungry, but just saw her expectant look, still took one chopstick and took a few bites at random, "Well, it's good."

An Xiaoxiao stopped talking, and finally bit her lip, "That, tomorrow..."