Chapter 523
Despite the doctor's special advice, it was too uncomfortable to lie on your stomach. Obviously, you were so sleepy that you were fighting on your eyelids that you just couldn't sleep.
Wen churan turned over, changed his lying position to lying on his back, and carefully put his head on the pillow.
Perhaps because the pillow was too soft, she didn't feel the pressure on the wound on the back of her head, so she went to sleep safely and boldly.
This sleep, that is, I didn't wake up until noon.
Sitting in the restaurant for lunch, Yaheng asked, "why doesn't my little sister come down to dinner?"
The action of Mo dining in the opposite prosperous time suddenly slowed down. Although his face was indifferent, his attention was put on Yaheng's problem.
The servant answered, "Miss Wen hasn't woken up yet."
"Rushed to country V overnight." Yaheng glanced at Sheng Shimo and said sarcastically, "the back of his head is hurt again. He must be very tired."
Then he told the servant to "prepare a glass of milk for Miss Wen later, and I'll take it to her bedroom myself."
After dinner, Yaheng asked the servant to bring the milk, but the servant told him that the milk had been carried away by Sheng Shimo.
Ah?
Yaheng's face was confused.
After hesitating for a long time, the ink took the milk and walked up the fourth floor.
He went to Wen churan's bedroom and stood quietly without further action.
Looking at the closed door in front of him, he frowned as if he were worried about something.
His character has always been decisive, but no matter what he does today, he seems to have become a little hesitant.
I don't know how long I hesitated. At that time, Mo slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.
For a moment, the breath and heart seemed to stop waiting for a response.
One second... Two seconds... Three seconds
There was no woman's voice in the bedroom.
Is she still sleeping?
In fact, after confirming that she is still sleeping, Sheng Shimo can leave with milk.
But his feet were nailed to the floor and couldn't move half a minute.
He suddenly had an impulse to push the door in and have a look.
The hand also subconsciously held the door handle and slowly twisted it.
With a creak, the door was really opened.
At that time, Mo woke up like a dream and was surprised at what he had just done.
But on second thought, since the door has been opened, why not go in and have a look?
Just take a look, put down this glass of milk and leave.
Sheng Shimo walked into the bedroom. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. His pace was particularly light and slow.
It was like a ghost floating around without making a sound.
As he approached, he saw the situation in the bedroom.
This was the first time he entered the warm and first dyed bedroom. There was a sweet smell in the air, which would be emitted every time she approached.
It lingers at the tip of the nose and soothes the disordered mood.
There is a bulge on the bed near the French window, which is the figure of Wen churan sleeping in the quilt.
When he was in full bloom, Mo even relaxed his breathing, approached slowly and put the milk on the bedside table.
All the movements were careful for fear of disturbing the sleeping woman.
Turning his head, he was stunned.
Then he frowned and his face changed slightly.
How does this woman... Lie down and sleep?
Yesterday, I was told by a private doctor that I must lie on my stomach, or I will press the wound on the back of my head.
I didn't expect her to be so disobedient.
At the same time, Mo was surprised, and a trace of worry passed through his eyes.
Wen churan turned over, changed his lying position to lying on his back, and carefully put his head on the pillow.
Perhaps because the pillow was too soft, she didn't feel the pressure on the wound on the back of her head, so she went to sleep safely and boldly.
This sleep, that is, I didn't wake up until noon.
Sitting in the restaurant for lunch, Yaheng asked, "why doesn't my little sister come down to dinner?"
The action of Mo dining in the opposite prosperous time suddenly slowed down. Although his face was indifferent, his attention was put on Yaheng's problem.
The servant answered, "Miss Wen hasn't woken up yet."
"Rushed to country V overnight." Yaheng glanced at Sheng Shimo and said sarcastically, "the back of his head is hurt again. He must be very tired."
Then he told the servant to "prepare a glass of milk for Miss Wen later, and I'll take it to her bedroom myself."
After dinner, Yaheng asked the servant to bring the milk, but the servant told him that the milk had been carried away by Sheng Shimo.
Ah?
Yaheng's face was confused.
After hesitating for a long time, the ink took the milk and walked up the fourth floor.
He went to Wen churan's bedroom and stood quietly without further action.
Looking at the closed door in front of him, he frowned as if he were worried about something.
His character has always been decisive, but no matter what he does today, he seems to have become a little hesitant.
I don't know how long I hesitated. At that time, Mo slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.
For a moment, the breath and heart seemed to stop waiting for a response.
One second... Two seconds... Three seconds
There was no woman's voice in the bedroom.
Is she still sleeping?
In fact, after confirming that she is still sleeping, Sheng Shimo can leave with milk.
But his feet were nailed to the floor and couldn't move half a minute.
He suddenly had an impulse to push the door in and have a look.
The hand also subconsciously held the door handle and slowly twisted it.
With a creak, the door was really opened.
At that time, Mo woke up like a dream and was surprised at what he had just done.
But on second thought, since the door has been opened, why not go in and have a look?
Just take a look, put down this glass of milk and leave.
Sheng Shimo walked into the bedroom. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. His pace was particularly light and slow.
It was like a ghost floating around without making a sound.
As he approached, he saw the situation in the bedroom.
This was the first time he entered the warm and first dyed bedroom. There was a sweet smell in the air, which would be emitted every time she approached.
It lingers at the tip of the nose and soothes the disordered mood.
There is a bulge on the bed near the French window, which is the figure of Wen churan sleeping in the quilt.
When he was in full bloom, Mo even relaxed his breathing, approached slowly and put the milk on the bedside table.
All the movements were careful for fear of disturbing the sleeping woman.
Turning his head, he was stunned.
Then he frowned and his face changed slightly.
How does this woman... Lie down and sleep?
Yesterday, I was told by a private doctor that I must lie on my stomach, or I will press the wound on the back of my head.
I didn't expect her to be so disobedient.
At the same time, Mo was surprised, and a trace of worry passed through his eyes.