obsessed with love

Chapter 82
This is a battle, and it is a desperate battle. The whole family has gritted their teeth for so many years because of the younger brother's illness, and suddenly lost the chain because of money before the operation. If the younger brother misses the opportunity of the operation because of this, Du Ruo feels that she will not be able to forgive herself.

It's not that he didn't hate Jiang Hao. He has been a civil servant for so many years, and his family's conditions are considered good, so Du Ruo knows that he can take out the 30 spare money, but he refuses to take it out in the name of his wife. Now she Just a passerby, why should she go back and ask him again.

She has lived to this age, survived difficulties, withstood pressure, divorced, experienced hardships, and has seen too many things in life, and gradually became numb. Now she is expelled from the house and is alone. brave.

Du Ruo closed the quilt on his body, and the clinical snoring suddenly rose to a higher level, paused for a few seconds, and then fell down again.Her heart tightened for no reason, she felt fear frequently, and finally could only bury her face in the bed.

Her fear of the hospital comes from childhood memories. Her younger brother was pushed into the emergency room countless times. She watched her parents kneel before the doctor and begged to cry, but she could only sit on the bench forever, daring not to cry or speak , dare not ask more!
While being afraid, she suddenly thought of Qiao Anming, her unrivaled hero, the person who would show up in times of crisis. She said his name silently in her heart, and slowly outlined that cold and stern face on her chest. It's a little more stable.

Just as the fear was suppressed, she felt that the door was pushed open, and there was the sound of footsteps. Du Ruo's ears pricked up, and she huddled under the quilt softly and called out, "Who, who came in?"

After that, the sound of footsteps seemed to have disappeared, and even the sound of snoring subsided, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of my own heartbeat remained.

Du Ruo squeezed the corner of the quilt, got up and wanted to turn on the light, but the curtain at hand was suddenly pulled open, and a brisk male voice sounded in the darkness: "Don't turn on the light, it's me..."

Then a dark shadow came over, Du Ruo poked his head out from under the quilt, finally saw the person coming, and slapped him with a palm: "Mo Youting, you are sick, you came here in the middle of the night to scare people, do you want me to be unable to get out? hospital."

"Aren't you usually quite capable? So that's how courageous you are?" Mo Youting sneered and turned on the bedside lamp, and the faint halo illuminated a small area beside the bed. He was standing in the halo, wearing light gray clothes. In a knitted jacket, he smiled faintly, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyebrows and eyes elongated.

In the suffering years that followed, she turned to him many times for help, and it was also because of this indifferent smile, as if she didn't care about anything, and he didn't care about anything, but it was always like a beam of light, illuminating the road ahead of her.

It was the same this time. In the endless dark night, he appeared at the right time. Although his appearance was a little scary, his sincerity was enough for her to forgive him.

Du Ruo got up from the quilt, and Mo Youting had already taken out a food box from the thermal bag and put it on the small table. The logo of Penglai Mansion was printed on the lid of the food box.

"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.

"I'll bring you supper. The thing that Zheng Xiaoran serves you at night can be eaten? The sliced ​​meat is salty and greasy, can you eat it?" He always spoke in a calm manner, setting the spoon and not forgetting to get out of bed The head took a coat and threw it to her: "Put it on, and eat it while it's hot. The chef in the mansion cooks soup specially for you in a small stove!"

Du Ruo glanced at the soup in front of her, it was mellow and fragrant, and at first glance it was made by the chef, even she, a patient, had an appetite.

(End of this chapter)