Yao Yiyi nodded.
"Mr. Ou's injury is not particularly serious. Don't worry too much." The head nurse reassured him.
"Where is he now?"
"It's still being bandaged. It will come out in a while. Don't worry too much."
Yao Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think you don't look particularly good-looking. Why don't you sit on a chair first and take a breath?"
Yao Yiyi nodded.
"Head nurse, you go and do your work first. I can be alone here." Yao Yiyi took Ou Qingheng's mobile phone and said.
"Okay, I'll go and get busy first. Mr. Ou will see you when he comes out after bandaging."
After the person left, Yao Yiyi leaned against the wall like a punctured balloon. As soon as she relaxed, her stomach felt a little painful.
She took a breath, and the pain in her abdomen slowly subsided.
She stroked her belly and said with motherly love: "Baby, I'm sorry, Mommy was too nervous just now, which made you feel wronged."
Yao Yiyi sat outside for about ten minutes before Ou Qingheng came out of the bandaging room, his right hand wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Yao Yiyi stood up and went over to meet her, and asked nervously: "Husband, why are you injured like this? Are your muscles and bones injured?"
Seeing the sincere concern in her eyes, Ou Qingheng felt warm in his heart and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my right hand was slightly injured. Don't worry too much."
Yao Yiyi looked at his hand that was bandaged into a rice dumpling, and felt terrible pain in her heart: "Everything is fine, why did you get into a car accident?"
Ou Qingheng put his arm around her waist and said, "Let's go. I'll tell you when I get back."
Yao Yiyi followed him and walked forward, wondering: "Isn't it about a car accident? Who caused the accident and who was the victim?"
Ou Qingheng said briefly.
It turned out that Ou Qingheng had finished work and came back anxiously to have dinner with Yao Yiyi. Unexpectedly, while driving, a Tibetan mastiff suddenly appeared out of nowhere. In desperation, he turned the steering wheel to avoid it, and the front of the car hit him directly. The flower beds on the roadside.
Yao Yiyi was angry, funny and distressed.
"Mr. Ou, something like this that is rare in a century has happened to you. What do you think I should say to you?" Yao Yiyi said: "My right hand is injured. How can you work tomorrow?"
"It's just a minor injury. It's just that the doctor in the hospital knew me and was afraid that my hand would have any sequelae, so he bandaged it like this. I can still touch you at night if it's not injured. Tonight you Wait for me, I won’t let you get out of bed.”
You're all hurt like this and you're still in the mood to make a joke.
Yao Yiyi rolled her eyes at him and deliberately patted his injured right hand. She immediately saw Ou Qingheng twisting his handsome face and gritting his teeth: "Woman, do you want to murder your husband?"
Yao Yiyi said playfully: "Didn't Mr. Ou say that he still has the spirit of a dragon and a tiger? I just want to verify the truth of what he said."
Ou Qingheng glanced at her and said, "My hands are injured, don't you feel any distress at all?"
Yao Yiyi lowered her head and said in a muffled voice: "If I didn't feel distressed, I wouldn't have driven here as soon as I heard something happened to you."
Ou Qingheng felt a pain in his heart, hugged him in his arms, and said, "Are you anxious?"
Yao Yiyi's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, and all the anxiety just now turned into grievances and came out all at once.
"Mr. Ou, although you think you are a god, I beg you to be more careful? No matter whether we get divorced in the future, at least I am still your wife now. I don't want to be a widow so early, OK?"
Ou Qingheng couldn't laugh or cry.
"You've already cursed me to death before anything happened to me?"
"Bah, bah, bah." Yao Yiyi spit on the ground three times and said, "You are talking nonsense, I am really angry."
Ou Qingheng only thinks that Yao Yiyi is really cute in such an awkward manner. The more we get along with him, the more he doesn't want to let go of this woman who has always been a money-loving woman in his eyes.
Yao Yiyi drove Ou Qingheng back home and said, "Mr. Ou, do you want to take a shower first?"
Ou Qingheng came to the dining table, took off the cover and looked at the table full of dishes. His eyes changed, and a part of his heart almost melted.
"Did you do all this?"
"Wu Ma helped me, but I made this mushroom braised chicken. I tasted it and it tasted pretty good. But now the food is cold. You go up and take a shower first, and I'll heat up the food." Yao Yiyi said .
Perhaps because the atmosphere was getting intense, Ou Qingheng suddenly couldn't help but wrap his arms around Yao Yiyi's waist from behind, bit her earlobe, and said, "So virtuous?"
Yao Yiyi's earlobes moved and suddenly turned red.
"Your hands are injured, don't be so immodest." Yao Yiyi pushed him shyly and said.
Ou Qingheng smiled slightly and said deliberately: "I just want to hug you. Where did you think you were?"
Yao Yiyi glanced at him shyly.
"You go take a shower quickly, I'll heat up the dishes first."
Ou Qingheng kissed her on the cheek, then let her go upstairs.
When he came down, Yao Yiyi had already heated the food. When he saw him coming, she immediately went up to him. She looked at his right hand carefully and saw that the cloth was not wet. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Ou, I I thought you would wet the gauze even after taking a bath like a child."
Ou Qingheng raised his hand and scratched the tip of her nose and said, "You don't trust your own husband so much?"
Yao Yiyi wrinkled her nose and said coquettishly: "Mr. Ou, if you scratch my nose again, be careful if it falls off, you will have a monster wife. I'll see what you do then."
"If you become a little pig, no one will want you, and I will be the only one who wants you, so you have to please me, or I won't want you in the future."
Yao Yiyi rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are the little pig."
"If I were a pig, you would be a sow."
When Yao Yiyi heard this, she almost stopped complaining. This man had learned to joke. Should she praise him for his success
It's just a sow... She also sounded drunk on this word.
Is it really okay for a beautiful woman like her to be described as a sow
Yao Yiyi slapped his injured right hand again like a revenge, causing Ou Qingheng to grin and scream a few times.
Yao Yiyi said very happily: "Mr. Ou, don't offend women, they are all very petty."
Ou Qingheng couldn't laugh or cry.
The two sat down at the dinner table. Yao Yiyi opened a bottle of 1982 wine, poured wine into their glasses, raised the glasses, and said: "Mr. Ou, to celebrate your survival in the car accident, as long as It’s good that people are fine.”
Ou Qingheng also raised his cup and touched it, saying: "cheers."
After drinking, Yao Yiyi scooped him a bowl of mushroom braised chicken and said, "This dish has been stewed for two or three hours. Mr. Ou, please try it."
Ou Qingheng took a bite. Although the craftsmanship was not as good as Wu Ma's, because it was cooked by Yao Yiyi himself, Ou Qingheng only felt that it was extremely delicious.
It's not that Yao Yiyi has never cooked before, but before, he only defined Yao Yiyi as a *, a money-worshiping woman, so he naturally had no interest in her, but now he slowly regards her as his wife. , this feeling becomes completely different.
A family with a wife and a child about to be born is perfect.
His heart was filled to the brim all of a sudden. For the first time, he felt that having a wife was so satisfying.
Ou Qingheng suddenly said emotionally: "Wife."
Yao Yiyi's hand holding the spoon paused, and she raised her head and looked at Ou Qingheng in surprise.
This "wife", Ou Qingheng has almost never called her wife since the last time the two of them talked in the car, but now it has a different flavor.
"Mr. Ou, you..."
"With such a good atmosphere, you still call me Mr. Ou?"
Yao Yiyi chuckled and called out calmly: "Husband."
The corners of Ou Qingheng's lips turned up, and his mood suddenly became very good.
"From now on, you can call me husband at home, but you are not allowed to call me Mr. Ou. Do you understand?" Ou Qingheng said domineeringly.
Yao Yiyi glanced at him strangely, and suddenly said in a puzzled tone: "Mr. Ou, have you changed your gender?"
Ou Qingheng almost choked on the mouthful of soup he held in his mouth.
"You woman..."
Yao Yiyi stuck out her tongue and said in a rare playful way: "Mr. Ou, don't blame me for suspecting that you have changed your gender. It's really that you have become..." It's a bit strange.
Yao Yiyi didn't dare to say this in front of him.
"Has something changed?" Ou Qingheng asked following her words.
Yao Yiyi shook her head, lowered her head and pretended to drink soup.
Ou Qingheng looked at her, his eyes flashed with endearment that even he was unaware of.
"Am I a scourge? Why don't you look at me?" Ou Qingheng said.
Yao Yiyi hesitated for a few seconds, then raised her head and said with a smile: "Mr. Ou, is today's meal delicious?"
"husband."
Yao Yiyi didn't react for a moment, and Ou Qingheng explained again: "If you don't call me husband at home, I won't answer you."
Yao Yiyi felt a little bit dumbfounded. She really didn't know that Ou Qingheng had such a stubborn side.
Yao Yiyi looked at him and suddenly shouted: "Husband." The last sound of the last word was dragged out for a long time.
Ou Qingheng shuddered subconsciously and said in a deep voice, "Speak carefully."
Yao Yiyi held her chin up with her hand, winked at Ou Qingheng, and said, "Mr. Ou, am I not cute like this?"
Ou Qingheng's eyes flashed, and then he lowered his head and took a sip of soup. Seeing him like this, Yao Yiyi's voice became even more hoarse: "Husband, if you don't give me face like this, the Lun family will be sad."
Ou Qingheng squirted out a little of the soup he just drank. He raised his head and glared at Yao Yiyi, and said with a bit of embarrassment, "Speak nicely."
The corners of Yao Yiyi's mouth turned up, and her mood strangely became very good.
As if she was addicted, she said in an even louder voice: "I heard that many men like women who are coy and cute. Wouldn't my husband like me like this?"
"You're not the type."
"If my husband likes this type of thing, I can try it."
"No."
Yao Yiyi looked at him for three seconds and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Haha... how do you... haha... you are so cute."
Ou Qingheng stared at her, and when he saw her laughing non-stop, he said in a dumbfounded way: "Eat."
Yao Yiyi still smiled.
Ou Qingheng suddenly stood up from his seat, walked around the table and walked in front of Yao Yiyi, clasped the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
Their lips touched each other, and the two of them quickly fell into the mood. Just when they almost fired, Yao Yiyi's stomach made an untimely sound.
Ou Qingheng let go of her, stared at her stomach and said, "Are you hungry?"
Yao Yiyi's cheeks were a little hot, her eyes moved around, and she said: "I have been worried about you just now. It is almost ten o'clock now, and I am already hungry."
No matter how inferior Ou Qingheng was to a beast, he couldn't force Yao Yiyi when she was still hungry. He just looked at her aggressively and said, "I will never let you go in a while." .”
Yao Yiyi laughed out loud and said: "I'm afraid that my husband will..." Yao Yiyi hesitated to speak, but from her expression, Ou Qingheng could guess that her next words would definitely not What's good to say.
Ou Qingheng said: "You will know in a moment whether I can do it or not."
Yao Yiyi laughed completely. This man's competitive look was really cute.
After the two finished their dinner, which was not particularly romantic but absolutely heartwarming, Yao Yiyi carried the cup and plate into the kitchen, and Ou Qingheng followed suit, looking at Yao Yiyi like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.