Chapter 842
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
842 Hide away (1:
She rushed forward and grabbed his hand, â my parents are back!
Nian lieâs movements stopped. He glanced over and asked her what she wanted.
She gritted her teeth and was extremely flustered. you canât let them know that youâre here.
However, the sound was getting closer and closer.
Ning Qing grabbed his wrist. hide!
I didnât do anything wrong: â Nian lie said: why are you hiding? â
Ning Qing felt helpless.
Her parents had never liked him. If he appeared in the ward so openly, she might be implicated.
She didnât even know where her worries about leaving came from. She just didnât want her parents to hate him even more!
âItâs a mistake for you to appear here! You shouldnât have come to Xuanji. Hurry up and hide.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Nian Yu was stunned for a second. He scanned the entire room. where are you hiding? â
She did not know either!
Ning Qing anxiously dragged him in and glanced at the bathroom. This was the only way.
Nian lie could tell what she wanted. His face darkened. I refuse.
âYour rejection is invalid.â
Ning Qing pushed him in, not giving him a chance to speak. donât say anything. Donât make any noise. Iâll find a way to send them away.
After she finished speaking, she closed the door in front of him.
Just as she turned around to draw the curtains, the door of the ward opened.
Father ning and mother ning came in one after another, with Gu nanzhi at the back. She was a little surprised when she came in.
âQing Qing, why are you up?â
Ning Qing waved her hands uncomfortably. Iâm so bored that Iâm getting up to do some rehabilitation.
Mother ning put down the things in her hands and walked over. itâs so cold, â she chided: why are you getting out of bed? itâs so warm.
âMom, itâs my hand thatâs injured, not my leg.â
âI donât care if itâs a hand or a leg. Youâre a patient, and a patient should act like a patient.â
Mother ning held her hand and helped her to the bed.
Ning Qing glanced at the bathroom door worriedly and sat on the bed unwillingly.
Gu nanzhi walked over. itâs already boring: â she muttered: why did you draw the curtains? â
He pulled the curtains open, and the windows were tightly shut.
The bright light entered the room in an instant, and ning Qing squinted her eyes.
close it, â Mrs. Ning said. itâs windy outside. Sheâll get cold soon. Just close it.
Gu nanzhi nodded.
After they were done, mother ning insisted that ning Qing lay back on the bed and asked father ning to serve her a bowl of chicken soup.
âItâs just cooked and itâs still hot. Try it.â
After ning Qing agreed, father ning pressed the small table down for her and put a small spoon into the bowl.
These days, she had been trying to do some things by herself.
For example, what to eat and wash up.
But so far, the situation was not ideal.
Ning Qing looked at the bowl, took a deep breath, and tried to hold the spoon. She scooped a spoonful and brought it to her mouth extremely slowly.
However, her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and the soup was shaking in the spoon. She was even more anxious.
All of a sudden, the spoon fell back into the bowl, making a crisp sound.
A few people looked over.
Ning Qing forced a smile. I didnât hold it properly. I was thinking about something.
Her reason was not excellent.
Mr. Ningâs heart ached for her. your hand hasnât fully recovered yet. Donât worry, let your mother feed you.
Mother ning was about to take the bowl, but ning Qing reached out to stop her.
She insisted, â no, I can do it.
â......â
Father ning and mother ning looked at each other with worry in their eyes.
She adjusted her breathing, picked up the spoon again, and slowly and carefully put it to her mouth while lowering her head.