She wanted to ask, but he couldn't speak fluently yet, and was unwilling to talk to her, she could only wait.

But now he took the initiative to grab her hand...

Yang Muya's heart tightened for some reason.

This is probably the first time he approached her actively since they met again?

Yang Muya swallowed her saliva and waited for him to speak, but after waiting for a long time, Xia Hua didn't mean to say anything, just held her hand tightly.

"If you're okay, I'm leaving." Yang Muya was impatient and said coldly.

When the words fell, Xia Hua's eyes flashed slightly, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Get out."

"..." He wanted her to go, so he just let go, grabbed her and drove her away again?

Tease her?

Yang Muya's face turned cold, and when she was about to get angry, she heard Xia Hua repeat it again.

"Get out." After he finished speaking, he looked up at Yang Muya, his eyes calm.

"..." Yang Muya was shocked.

The two looked at each other, and she immediately understood what Xia Hua meant.

He didn't want to drive her away, but let her push him out...

These things are usually done by nurses. Yang Muya knows that he doesn't like her being close, so stay away from him as much as possible.

But now, Xia Hua spoke by herself, letting her push him out to enjoy the sun.

What is he thinking?

Xia Hua's own heart was also very contradictory.

There was unwillingness, resentment, but seeing her suffocating clearly, but taking care of him meticulously, made him dazed, and suddenly there was a hint of hope.

I want to ask her personally if she ever thought about him when she made such a decision back then...

But when the words came to his lips, he realized that he was like a coward, without the courage to ask.

She was afraid of getting a more ruthless answer.

"You say one more word to die, I have to guess." Yang Muya complained, but still helped him, got into the wheelchair, and pushed him out of the ward.

In the yard, the sun was just right.

The warm sun in winter is very comfortable and lazy on people.

Yang Muya pushed him under the ginkgo tree and sat on the rocking chair.

The two were just facing each other, sitting quietly, without a word of communication, but there was an indescribable warmth around them.

"Madam, Monk Yi Shao is here!" The butler suddenly walked to Yang Muya and replied.

The big iron gate of the Yang family opened.

Two neatly arranged convoys lined up and stopped outside the gate of the Yang family's ancestor house.

The front door opened, Yi Haiyin took the lead to get out of the car, but quickly went around to the passenger seat on the other side, and carried the pregnant Yan Ling out of the car.

The typical wife slave, but people are more attracted by his gentle temperament and dozing eyes.

Shang Lingsi was a step slower than Yi Haiyin, but his momentum was much arrogant.

A red suit made his evil facial features more enchanting.

Wearing sunglasses, a red tie, and a pocket with one hand in his pocket, he slowly stepped out of the car, hitting his forehead handsomely, and then reached out and took off the sunglasses, threw it into the car, and walked inward.

In the ancestral home of the Yang family, Yan Chengchi, who had received the news earlier, had also taken Xia Changyue out of it.

The three parties gathered together in an instant.

"Since Yan Sheng likes playing tricks, then we will give him a chance. The three of us will pick them up in person. I want to see what he can do this time!"