Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Chapter 197

The canonization was still sleeping, and his thin short hair fell on his forehead, making him look a lot softer.

Under the cold eyebrow peak, there is a tall nose like others, and the Sexy Lip petals that used to be slightly pursed in the past. Because of deep sleep, it seems that the lip line has been softened a lot.

Luo Yangyang looked at the short beard residue stabbed from his skin and looked at him quietly without even moving his eyes.

She remembered that he went to save her in that shabby and damp factory room.

Then she seemed to pass out.

Now this large room with simple style looks less like a ward than a home bedroom.

From time to time came the pain of the right shoulder, and the wound was treated.

So, has canonization been with her since the accident?

He seemed to notice that someone was staring at him. The canonization in his shallow sleep opened his eyes.

In the black pupil, as soon as Feng Sheng opened his eyes, he saw Luoyang with green hair, white as jade, condensing him quietly.

Looking at such a clever, pure face, pure to make people intoxicated, pure to make people fall in love with Luoyang, the heart of canonization moved, and his always cold eyes were stained with a trace of obsession.

"Awake?" Canonization also coagulated her so quietly, and her low voice was a little lazy because she had just woke up.

"Yes." Luo Yang answered softly.

When the vocal cords vibrated slightly, she found that her throat was very dry and it was difficult to swallow saliva.

"Are you thirsty? Pour me some water." Canonization seems to have found this problem.

Or Chunyu Cheng told him, and he opened the quilt and stood up.

"..." Luo Yangyang, lying on the bed, just moved his eyes with the canonization.

He went to the bedside table and poured her a glass of boiled water. After mixing it into warm boiled water with cold boiled water, he carefully took a straw and put it into the glass.

"Come on, drink some water. Your throat will feel better." Feng Sheng sat down at the edge of the bed, holding a glass water cup in one hand and a straw in the other hand, and handed the straw to Luo Yang's lips.

"..." Xu is not used to canonization. He is so careful and considerate. Luo Yangyang looks at him for several times and then opens his mouth to hold the straw.

Luo Yangyang slowly sucked the warm water in the cup, Feng Sheng looked at her and didn't speak.

In such a large bedroom, the quiet needles can be heard, but the atmosphere is harmonious and not embarrassing at all.

After Luo Yangyang drank a whole glass of water in one breath, he was canonized and asked, "do you still drink?"

"Luo Yang shook his head gently.

"Hungry or not?" Feng Sheng put the empty water cup on the bedside table, but Luo Yang, who was reluctant to leave with a pair of black eyes.

"..." Luo Yang shook his head again.

The two people who lie and sit, do not avoid or hide, just stare at each other so straight.

After a few seconds of silence, the vision of canonization fell on the quilt she covered.

"Does it hurt?" Under the quilt, her shoulders were covered with bandages.

Just when Feng Sheng asked her, Luo Yangyang obviously felt the pain in the wound and smoked for a while. With a calm face, she gently opened her pale lip: "it hurts."

"Yang Yang." Feng Sheng frowned, and the love in his cold eyes was even worse.

He reached out and stroked her cheek. Chunyu Cheng's medical skill was not bad. The redness and swelling on her face had disappeared.

It's just that she still looks so pale after losing too much blood.

"I want to sit up." Luo Yangyang's wound is on her right shoulder. Moving her right arm will involve the wound. She raised her left arm, gently grasped the canon and touched the big hand on her face.

Feng Sheng frowned more tightly. He wanted to persuade her to lie down, but he lifted her gently and carefully.

"Canonization." After sitting up on the bed, Luo Yangyang's small hand gently stroked the solemn face of the canonization.

"Yes." Feng Sheng looked at her foolishly.

Gently rubbing his finger against the beard residue at the corner of his mouth, Luo Yangyang felt for the first time that the face of canonization looked so pleasing to the eye: "you're my boyfriend, aren't you?"