The 201st time a scumbag asked for reunion

Chapter 103 Who Sent a Bouquet of Red Roses

Yue Lin lay on the table for a long time before finally waiting for a reply.The email said, "The spring rain moisturizes everything silently."

What's the meaning?Yue Lin thought hard, turned that short sentence over and over again, but still couldn't understand it.

Moisturize things silently... spring rain moisturizes things silently... spring breeze turns into rain...what does it mean?

Does this mean that I have to wait slowly until the day when Qiao Jing no longer resists me so much?

But how can it be?Even if he could wait, his Qiao Jing couldn't wait either.Ever since he was kicked out of Sheng's house last time, Yue Lin took a lot of effort to control himself and not to run to the door to squat.Because he knows that no one there wants to see himself now.

But despite this, he was not sloppy at all about Qiao Jing's situation, and he found out everything from others.He bought a servant of Sheng Zhai with money, and asked him to send him a steady stream of news.

So he also knew that Qiao Jing had already been treated in the United States.But he didn't feel flustered, because he will fly to the United States soon to record "Hall of Artists".

We will see each other again then, but this time Yue Lin will not recklessly break into his field of vision and make him sick again.

"Moisturize things silently..." He kept chewing on this sentence in his heart, and suddenly felt as if he understood what it meant.

He still remembers what Cheng Kai said to him that day, "I was wrong. I used to think that as long as you leave him, he will gradually get better. But now, I find that this is not the case at all. Although others left you, but didn't go out. Can you take him out?"

Yue Lin didn't answer at that time, because he didn't know what to say anymore.To be precise, he lost confidence in himself.

He didn't know what to do, so that his Qiao Jing could truly break free from the shackles of the past.Is it really necessary to rely on hypnosis and memory washing?

How could he bear it?

At the end of that day, Cheng Kai finally couldn't help but tell him that Qiao Jing was awake at that time, that is to say, he most likely listened to most of the conversation between Yue Lin and the psychiatrist.

So, this road is actually blocked.

So... Yue Lin thought, maybe he can choose another path that is more "shameless", which can be regarded as another form of "moisturizing things silently".

This directly led to a week later, when Qiao Jing was pushed out to bask in the sun by the nurse in a wheelchair, she received a bouquet of flowers and a very delicately packaged gift.

He was surprised.

Under the sunlight, his face, which had always been pale on weekdays, finally turned a little blush.

"Thank you. But who sent this?"

"A very cute little girl. About...eight years old." The nurse kept gesticulating with her hands, trying to clarify how tall the little girl was.

Her eyes kept wandering, but she didn't dare to look at Qiao Jing, because Qiao Jing was the best-looking oriental man he had ever seen.And he has a very gentle smile, and his eyes are like a deep spring, if you don't pay attention, you will be sucked in.

Such a good person has such a bad body, God is really unfair.

"Little girl? Eight years old? It must be someone's prank." This sentence made Qiao Jing not believe it.Who would send a bouquet of red roses and a small present as a prank?Sending flowers is easy to understand, but this gift looks like it has been carefully prepared.

But I don't know anyone in the United States at all, who would go to great lengths to prepare a gift for himself, and he didn't leave his name.

Qiao Jing took out the greeting card inserted in the flower, looked inside and out, but found no signature.

There was even a very simple sentence written on the greeting card, "May you have sunshine every day in the future."

Who is the one?The handwriting on the greeting card was not familiar to him, and he still wrote it in English, which made him even more unrecognizable.

"Admirer." The nurse who had been standing behind him suddenly offered a possibility.

Qiao Jing smiled and shook her head, "I've only been here for a few days, and I've spent most of the time in the ward. Who would see me? Besides, I'm sick and ill now, and I don't need to look in the mirror to know how ugly I am Yes. Is that little girl still out there now?"

Nurse: "..." Maybe you have misunderstood your appearance?

To be honest, the people in the hospital have seen too many people who have been tortured badly by illness. Without exception, they all have sunken cheeks and sunken eye sockets. To put it in a bad way, they really look like ghosts.

But Qiao Jing was different. No matter how sick he was, his appearance did not decline, and people still couldn't take their eyes off him.Sometimes when he was leaning on the hospital bed and staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, he often accidentally became someone else's scenery.

Many doctors and nurses who passed by this ward would unconsciously stop and watch when they saw such a scene from the window.

People say, "A handsome and melancholy prince came to Ward A6".Sometimes the wrinkles between his brows make people want to lean over to smooth them out for him.

"The little girl is gone. If you need me, I'm..."

"Let's go, I'll give you this flower."

"This...isn't it good? After all, it's a gift from someone else."

"I don't like red roses."

"Then what do you like?" The nurse looked at his downcast eyes and couldn't help asking this sentence.

"orchid."

After finishing the bouquet of roses, Qiao Jing opened the small square box on the spot.But unexpectedly, there was nothing very expensive in the box, just a small bottle filled with colorful little stars made of paper.

Qiao Jing knew that this kind of little star was usually used to pray for the recovery of the sick.Anyway, it's a heart.

It's just... who the hell are you?

When returning to the ward, the two old men happened to be there, so Qiao Jing talked about the roses and the gift, and took out the small bottle.

Mr. Sheng said that he didn't know what was going on.

On the other hand, Old Master Cheng smiled ambiguously, "I just said that we, Xiaojing, have no shortage of admirers wherever we go. It's only been a few days, and someone has started to act."

"Grandpa Cheng, what did you say?"

"Didn't say anything! Didn't say anything! Lao Sheng, do you feel that our little Jing's energy is getting better and better these two days. A few days ago, I could only lie on the hospital bed, but now I can go downstairs for a stroll. "

"It's not strolling, it's sitting in a wheelchair."

"That's also a kind of progress." Mr. Cheng waved his hand and said indifferently.

"By the way, Xiao Jing, how did you think about what Grandpa told you?"