Chapter 1003: happy New Year

Li Qiao leaned in the arms of the man, sniffing the clear breath of his body

that had been diluted by the disinfectant, feeling soft.

She didn’t even think about it.

In the past few days, how many times have I picked up the phone to listen to

his voice, but the number hasn’t been dialed out, and I stopped all the

movements strangely.

He Chen said that if she is soft-hearted, Shaoyan will surely be overwhelmed.

Because he can be ruthless to the whole world, but he is very obedient to Li

Qiao.

Once she shows any reluctance, Shaoyan will definitely terminate the treatment

plan personally and return to Li Qiao's side.

At that time, everything will be completely out of control.

Li Qiao knows that He Chen is not alarmist, so no matter how distressed she is

at this moment, she can only bury her head in the man's arms and say nothing.

Shang Yu didn't seem to need her response either. The two hugged each other

quietly for a moment, and then walked to the side of the sofa to take a seat.

The light is very bright, and Li Qiao can easily see the haggardness between

the man’s eyebrows and eyes, which has changed a lot, revealing a bit of

morbid beauty.

She spread her five fingers, passed through Shang Yu’s fingers and slowly

clasped them together, stroking his outline with the other hand, "Lean..."

The man remained motionless, his eyes were particularly gentle, "It will be

better in the future."

Li Qiao leaned her lips against his shoulder, closing her eyes and feeling a

little heavy.

If the symptoms of paranoia and mania are so easy to cure, they will not

become a key research topic of the Medical Alliance.

Mental diseases, treatment is a very long process, and it is easy to recur.

Li Qiao passed through her heart for a while, curled up her fingers, and

thought of the culprit Ming Dailan inexplicably.

……

At 11:30 in the evening, Li Qiao was hugged by Shang Yu's upper body, lying on

the sofa with her knees bent in a light sleep.

The lights were turned off in the ward, only a piece of silver leaked through

the window.

Suddenly, the phone next to the sofa rang the alarm bell, and Li Qiaoyin

tended to be sober.

Shang Yu took the phone, turned off the alarm clock, and the bright white

light was reflected on his handsome face, making the man's eyes stagnate for a

long time.

Li Qiao’s screensaver is a photo of the back of them holding hands on the

Fenglin plank road.

The man’s deep eyes were very bright, his thumb gently rubbed the screen, and

the next second he accidentally unlocked the phone.

Li Qiao did not set a password and fingerprint, and there was not much

software, so I can see that she has not used it much.

Shang Yu, with a certain kind of strange heart, opened the alarm clock program

that was placed in the most conspicuous position.

The page pops up, and more than a dozen fixed-point alarm clocks are

impressively visible.

The man's breath sank, his heart seemed to be caught, and his eyes became

uncontrollable.

He never knew what happened to Li Qiao's sleeplessness before.

Shang Yu thought she was deliberately avoiding him, or expressed her

resistance in this way.

Later she woke up and it seemed that everything was business as usual.

There are so many alarm clock reminders on the phone, most of which are two

hours apart, which is enough to show that Li Qiao and even everyone are hiding

things from him.

She seems... afraid to sleep.

Shang Yu squeezed the phone tightly, his strength gradually lost control, what

happened to his pretty?

"Hmm..." Suddenly, Li Qiaomeng groaned, frowning, and she opened her eyes in a

flash.

She doesn't sleep deeply, and she feels that she has a weight on her body

continuously exerting pressure, making her very uncomfortable.

At this time, Shang Yu lowered his eyes, and the gloomy expression between his

eyebrows had not disappeared. Fortunately, the lights were turned off in the

ward, and the darkness became the best protective color.

Li Qiao moved her leg, rubbed her head against his chest, "What time is it?"

"It's still early, I'll go to bed again." Shang Yu dragged her neck, bowed his

head and kissed her, "I'll be with you."

Li Qiao’s forehead was stuck in his arms, and she was dazed and wanted to

sleep.

The temperature in the ward is not low, but she is a little bit cold. Xu has

been holding an ice pack a lot recently, and her fingertips are always cold.

Li Qiao unconsciously stretched out his hand to search for the heat source,

half-wake-up, the cool little hand got into the corner of the man's clothing,

pressed against his evenly distributed abdominal muscles, repeatedly rubbing.

Shang Yu froze, and all his senses were converging downward.

But Li Qiao didn't notice it, and soon, her other hand also poked in.

The man was rolling his Adam's apple, his eyes were also covered by clusters

of flames that could start a prairie fire.

But he endured some torture and let Li Qiao continue to set the fire without

any change.

Until he uttered an intolerable low groan, he had to leaned over with Li

Qiao’s earlobe, breathing hotly and said: "Qiao Qiao, don’t touch it..."

Li Qiao opened his eyes openly, his expression still a bit dazed, "Huh? What?"

The man did not speak, but lowered his eyes, meaning something.

Li Qiao calmed down, only to realize that Shang Yu's breathing was heavy, and

certain reactions had already touched her back.

The atmosphere became very subtle, Li Qiao flashed a flash of spirit, just

about to withdraw her hand, suddenly a golden firework exploded outside the

window.

At midnight, fireworks welcome the New Year.

The glaze color above the city dispelled the darkness in the room. Li Qiao sat

up in Shang Yu’s arms, holding his face, and smiling slightly, "Happy New

Year."

All the charming affection faded like a tide. The man pressed down his

handsome face and covered her lips, and his palm fell on her slightly raised

abdomen, "Happy New Year, I love you."

This night, Li Qiao stayed in the hospital and spent the first New Year with

Shang Yu with the human cubs in her stomach.

……

The following day, at ten o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao walked out of the

inpatient building of the psychiatric department of the Royal Hospital.

When Luo Yu saw her, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Today’s wife, her mental state is obviously much better.

This is the power of love to comfort each other?

Not long after, Li Qiao got into the car, leaned on the back of the chair and

rubbed her forehead, and asked casually: "Ming Dailan is in Parma?"

Liuyu was even more surprised.

She leaned on the steering wheel and turned her head, her eyes were

surprisingly bright.

Since the Patriarch took them back from the island, this is the first time

that Li Qiao took the initiative to ask others.

Even though she wakes up for so many days, apart from asking a few questions

about the current situation of Li's family, she has never cared about other

people.

Luo Yu was a little excited, "She is here and has been sent to a nursing home,

where she is looked after by someone."

Li Qiao glanced out the window and said in a low voice, "Send me over."

Liuyu responded excitedly, and drove out of the hospital with a kick of the

accelerator.

Mrs. finally has mood swings, maybe she will be able to completely return to

what she once was in a few days.

……

At the same time, as soon as Li Qiao walked away, He Chen and Li Yun arrived

at the Royal Hospital.

The two came to the consultation center, and when they pushed the door, many

experts were already sitting at the conference table waiting.

After all, Li Yun is a living sign in the field of MECT treatment, and he has

benefited a lot from listening to his consultation report.

He Chen couldn't understand those obscure technical terms, so he got up and

went out within a few minutes.

The ward, he opened the door and entered, and happened to see Shang Yu

throwing half a pack of cigarettes into the trash can.

He Chen raised his eyebrows, stepped forward with one hand in his pocket and

looked at the trash can, "Is this cigarette offending you?"

Shang Yu pursed his lips without saying a word, then took out the lighter and

threw it on the coffee table, "Is there a treatment plan?"

(End of this chapter)