Qiao Jin nodded and did not speak.

Huo Ling was still strange in her heart.

Miss Qiao was in a coma for two months, but she couldn't find out anything medically. Now she woke up like a normal person, as if she just slept.

This is a very unbelievable situation. Many experts have also come to see Miss Qiao's body, and they all say there is no problem.

Very healthy, just like a normal sleeping person.

It is now entering the winter, and the Chinese New Year will be coming in a few days. Qiao Jin came out wearing a thin hospital gown, and he could feel the bone-to-the-bone cold when the wind blew.

After a while, she saw a familiar voice coming from the corridor.

The slender figure is as tall as a jade bamboo, and the whole body seems to be walking with a layer of gentle light, wearing a black fur collar coat, which is a bit more rare and clean.

As if he hadn't seen him for two months, Qiao Jin's affairs made him no longer so soft.

When I saw Qiao Jin, I was still familiar with a gentle smile, and the joy in my eyes couldn't be faked: "Xiao Jin."

When he walked over, he was a little gaffe, and hugged Qiao Jin.

She was obviously tall and looked a little petite when she was hugged by him like this. When she snuggled into his arms, her expression was calm and she just blinked.

There was still a familiar smell in her arms. When she raised her head, she saw the deep ink eyes of the other party: "Why, don't you seem to recognize me?"

He was joking softly, and Qiao Jin nodded: "After all, I was in a coma for two months."

"I thought you had amnesia."

Song Yanqing touched her head, "Just remember me."

His gentle appearance made the medical staff next to him watch, feeling that his dog food was not enough.

Huo Ling even burst into pink bubbles as she watched, her envious expression could not hide.

Who doesn't want to be embraced by such a handsome and elegant boyfriend, whose gentleness is only aimed at you, treating you like a treasure in this world.

Qiao Jin raised his head to look at him, and asked casually: "Why don't you come and guard me?"

"Of course I guarded." Song Yanqing still gently touched her head: "I come to see you every day. I will come here when I have time. I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up. What should I do when that happens? Know you are there..." He lowered his voice with these words to avoid being heard by others: "What happened, do you remember?"

Qiao Jin shook his head.

Song Yanqing said gently: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember it, you will remember it sooner or later, just like you said, let the flow go."

Qiao Jin finally raised the corners of his lips and laughed: "Yeah."

She said: "There have been many things recently, you seem to have lost weight."

"It's a lot."

A trace of exhaustion appeared between Song Yanqing's eyebrows, "Thinking about your affairs, and there are traces of Mo Huan over there."

"Mo Huan?"

Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing simply went into the ward to talk. Qiao Fei was still helping Qiao Jin to cut the fruit. She rarely did this kind of thing, and she was a little unskilled. When Qiao Jin came in, she happened to cut her finger and immediately "ah" With a cry, tears flowed.

Qiao Jin looked at it and sighed slightly: "Fei Fei, don't force it if you can't."

"How can I not!"

She was still not convinced: "Why can't I just cut the fruit? I just haven't cut it for a long time. I blame your uncle for being so used to me."

Qiao Jin: "..."

Qiao Fei was indeed right about this ability to slap the pot.

When Song Yanqing saw Qiao Fei, he also called out, "Aunt Qiao."