Chapter 569 Two years, seven hundred and thirty days and nights!

  At this time, Yan Shiqi followed Qiao Mu's movements and looked towards the little girl. Suddenly she felt that Qiao Mu's love for Huanhuan was far beyond her imagination.

  He did this, probably a kind of silent protection and silent pain.

  Not long after, Yan Shiqi and the man left the ward. The little girl waved goodbye to them with her oily gloves behind them.

  Yan Shiqi felt unbearable, but still didn't say anything.

  She thought, after Huanhuan was sent away this time, she was afraid that she would never come back again in a short time.

  ……

In the ward, the sudden silence made Ling Zihuan feel a little uncomfortable.

  She returned to the sofa, peeled another crayfish and chewed it in her mouth, but she felt dull.

  She took off her gloves angrily, and slowly looked towards Qiao Mu with her eyes open, "Second Uncle..."

   called out a word, but didn't know what to say.

  She always feels as if something is going to happen, but the clueless sense of chaos seems to be lost as if she can’t find her way.

  She rarely has such heavy emotions, and she is unclear and uncomfortable.

  Qiao Mu and her eyes met in the air, his tightly pressed thin lips opened slightly, and Shen Ruyoutan’s eyes flashed, "Come here."

  Ling Zihuan got up in an instant and walked to his hospital bed obediently. Shui Lingling’s pupils were confused, "Second Uncle, are you still uncomfortable?"

  Qiao Mu slowly shook his head, and reached out his hand towards her, with a light tone: "What's the matter? Not happy?"

  The little girl pouted and stretched out her hand to hold his finger, blinked, and her voice was aggrieved, "I'm not unhappy, just... I don't want to go back to school."

"Going back." Qiao Mu said without thinking, squeezing her soft little hand, and pulling her closer to herself with a slight effort, "Don't forget what you promised your second uncle. After you finish your studies, The second uncle will definitely pick you up, okay?"

  His tone is full of coaxing and comforting, whether he is playing or being jealous, but these are not as important as her safety.

  Ling Zihuan didn’t understand Qiao Mu’s mood. Although she was depressed, she still raised her head with a hint of expression in her eyes, "You won’t lie to me this time!"

  There was a little accusation in her eyes, as if he was saying that he had broken his promise once after leaving the country.

  Qiao Mu understood her resentment, his haggard face was full of softness, raised his hand to touch her hair, but he stayed in the air because of the wound.

  He wanted to give up, but before his hand fell, Ling Zihuan bent down and put the top of his head directly under his palm, “Second uncle, don’t lie, I will study hard.

  I can finish all the courses in the university in two years at the earliest. If you don’t come to pick me up then, I really won’t be back! "

  The little girl shook her head under his palm, like a cute cat begging for pets, making Qiao Mu's heart soft.

  His voice was a little hoarse, rubbing her hair one and a half times, and vowed to say: "Goodbye, in two years, my second uncle will pick you up."

  The two-year agreement, with many unknowns between them, became their mutual agreement.

  He believed that with her intelligence, two years would be enough for her to complete all the courses.

  Ling Zihuan looked at him, sniffed, and smiled brightly, "Second Uncle, when you heal from your injury, you will visit me abroad, right?"

  Qiao Mu made a loud voice, "Yes!"

  This night, after Ling Zihuan fell asleep on the sofa, Qiao Mu endured the discomfort in his heart, opened the quilt and got out of the bed very cautiously.

  His footsteps are still a bit vain, but his eyes are full of soft light and he walks to the little girl's side. He slowly squats down and paints her sleeping appearance with his eyes.

  In the depths of the dream, Ling Zihuan felt a little itchy on her lips, a strange feeling, she muttered in her dream, raised her hand and waved twice, turned over and continued to sleep.

  Qiao Mu thought to himself: In two years, 730 days and nights, how would he survive?

  (End of this chapter)