Yu Yuehan was about to hug her out of bed when Nian Xiaomu pushed her back into bed.
She has crooked eyebrows and smiles like a little fox.
"Every time you come up with an idea and I cooperate, or else, let's play something special this time?"
Yu Yuehan's body froze, and he looked at her with interest: "How do you want to play?"
"You just lie obediently in the hospital and don't care about anything. Let me handle the matter of organizing the wedding in advance. I promise to make grandpa promise us to get married on Qixi Festival."
Nian Xiaomu poked his perfect handsome face with her pale fingers, and said with a smirk: "Of course, if I do it, you have to promise me one thing after you get married."
"What's the matter?" Yu Yuehan narrowed his dark eyes, and his eyes became vigilant.
She tried her best to change one condition, which should not be easy.
"I don't want to tell you, anyway, you can wait for me at ease, count the time, Qixi Festival is coming soon, if you don't want to be a sick bridegroom officer, you can only lie down. How about it, do you want to talk to me?" Take a gamble?"
Nian Xiaomu lay in his arms, looking at him expectantly.
He planned their first wedding, but she escaped at the time.
It seemed only fair that she would prepare for the second wedding.
And now he is the one who is going to join the Mo family, the one who was "married" back, so it seems reasonable for her to prepare for the wedding.
Yu Yuehan stared at her for a long time, then slowly opened his lips.
"good."
He said yes.
Just as Nian Xiaomu was about to get up happily, she was hugged tightly by Yu Yuehan in the next second, "But don't be too tired, don't forget that you are a pregnant woman."
"I'm fine!"
Just as Nian Xiaomu was about to make a promise for herself, Yu Yuehan had already pulled off the quilt and covered her up involuntarily.
"There's no rush to get married, just sleep with me first, and then go and convince grandpa when you wake up."
"..."
Nian Xiaomu wanted to refuse, but being in his arms would really make people drowsy.
Today, she was busy persuading her grandfather to agree to be with them. She woke up very early, and Nian Xiaomu was really sleepy. She yawned and fell asleep in his arms.
It wasn't until she fell asleep that Yu Yuehan slowly let her go and sat up from the bed.
Quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the door, and asked Special Assistant Yang, who was guarding the door, to come in and change his dressing.
"Young Master Han, your wound is indeed recovering very slowly. If you really don't want to worry Miss Nian, you should listen to her carefully and stay in the hospital to recuperate. You worry so much every day. It's no wonder you're in good health..."
Assistant Yang rubbed the medicine on him while thinking about it.
The cuts on the back that melted when I jumped off the car were stitched with stitches, and when the wounds scabbed and new flesh grew, it was the most itchy time.
Yu Yuehan wanted to scratch the itch but couldn't reach it, so when he heard Yang Tezhu muttering, he turned and gave him a glare.
"The subordinate is talking too much."
"It's not talking too much, it's just saying something wrong." Yu Yuehan frowned.
"What?" Special Assistant Yang looked confused.
Yu Yuehan tore off his clothes to cover the wound, and opened his lips arrogantly: "We registered our marriage today, and she is now Young Mistress Yu."
Special Assistant Yang: "..."
The cold dog food was slapped randomly on the face.
Special assistant Yang turned around and walked out with the medicine box in his arms, wishing that he hadn't said anything just now.
Only then did Yu Yuehan walk back to the hospital bed in satisfaction, instead of rushing to lie down, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched Nian Xiaomu's nose.
The voice is deep and sexy.
"Nian Xiaomu, I know that you deliberately arranged the wedding in order to let me recover from my injuries."