After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

After seven hours of surgery, Song Rao came out of the emergency room.

Before the effect of the anesthesia had passed, he hadn't woken up for a long time, and Jiang Yi had been standing beside him.

The next morning, Song Rao opened his eyes and saw Jiang Yi sitting beside the bed, staring at him blankly.

Inexplicably, he felt a pain in his heart and felt a little regretful.

Seeing that he was awake, Jiang Yi took a long time to recover and blinked slowly.

A cold little hand touched his face, "Are you feeling any discomfort? I'll call a doctor."

Song Rao took her hand and dragged her back, "I'm fine."

"Baby, help me sit up."

Jiang Yi obediently helped him up and stuffed two pillows behind him.

Song Rao reached out and scratched the tip of her nose and chuckled, "It's just a small injury, don't worry."

The tip of her nose was suddenly sour, avoiding his sight.

There is a small bench next to the hospital bed, and Jiang Yi sat on the small bench all night.

She sat back on the small bench, holding Song Rao's hand tightly, her cold lips pressed against her knuckles, she didn't speak, her eyelids drooped and her eyelashes were wet.

Song Rao's other hand was giving injections, so he couldn't touch her again, so he asked, "Why don't you talk?"

She shook her head and buried her head in his quilt, not wanting him to see her crying ugly.

Knowing that she must be crying secretly, Song Rao couldn't help but say, "I know there won't be any danger. I did it on purpose to make you feel bad."

She still ignored him and cried secretly.

Song Rao was about to die of regret, he had never felt so stupid before.

"The wound hurts."

Jiang Yi finally raised his head, his eyes were red, his apricot eyes were wet, and he stared at him nervously.

Song Rao hooked his lips, "You kiss me, it won't hurt if you kiss me."

She stood up and kissed his lips seriously.

With cold and slender fingers pressing the back of her head, Song Rao pressed her head down, kissed her wet eyes, pressed her forehead against her forehead, and stared at her carefully.

"I'm very happy that you will be sad for me, but don't be too sad, I will feel bad, okay?"

Jiang Yi nodded and kissed his eyes.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but she couldn't speak, as if something was stuck in her throat.

Knowing the news of her brother's death that year, she also became like this for a while, she became as dumb as her brother, unable to speak, and then the doctor said that she had a serious mental illness.

The doctor was right. When she fell ill, she almost killed Jiang Huifeng and Jiang Yuxiao.

"How did you get hurt?"

Song Rao took her right hand and wrapped a circle of gauze on it.

The cold phoenix eyes became a little more hostile, "Who did it?"

Jiang Yi shook his head and retracted his right hand to prevent him from seeing it.

She never said a word, Song Rao thought she was angry, so he coaxed her patiently, "I won't do this kind of stupid thing again next time, because some people will be very worried about me. Don't be angry, okay? and I speak."

Jiang Yi lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, typed, "I'm not angry."

He didn't believe it, "Then why don't you speak?"

Jiang Yi continued typing, "I can't tell."

"Little liar."

Song Rao pinched her nose, still in disbelief, Jiang Yi couldn't help frowning.

"Can I tell you a joke?"

Jiang Yi nodded, he sighed, and began to speak.

"There was a pineapple going for a haircut, it sat in the barber for a long time, the barber just wouldn't give it a haircut, it just said..."

Song Rao looked at Jiang Yi, "Do you know what it said?"

Jiang Yi looked at him fixedly, and after a while, shook his head.

"It said, you take care of me!"

Song Rao took Jiang Yi into his arms and kissed her, "Take care of me? Huh?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and suddenly he could speak, and kissed him, "Okay."