Chapter 407 (1/2)

”Xiaomou, he's in K city now.” After a few seconds of silence, the white bead curtain shook his head, ”it should not return to Shangdu for the Spring Festival.”

”Don't you even come back for the Spring Festival?” Miyagi was surprised, ”how about we go to K city for the new year?”

The white bead curtain said, ”No. Although there is no serious illness or pain in my body, I need to rest. It is not suitable for flying around. ”

Gong Shengshi frowned: ”is xiaomou so sick? I can't get through to him, so is the cell phone of ghost hand and Xiao Zhen. What are they doing mysteriously? Pearl curtain, tell me the truth, how is xiaomou's condition? ”

In fact, he understood why he couldn't contact Gong Mou. Gong Mou has been very indifferent to him about Yu Jue, and he never contacted him. He occasionally called Gong Mou, and they didn't have a few words to say. If something happened to Gong Mou this time, people around him were probably told to ignore him.

”It should be OK.” Baizhu curtain sighed, not clear, ”I ask ghost hand and Xiaofan every day. They may be worried about my health. They always say that xiaomou is good. I want to talk to xiaomou. They say that xiaomou's voice has not recovered. I want to video with xiaomou. They say that xiaomou's body is full of pipes. They are afraid that I will be sad. Anyway, they don't tell me the truth. But I don't think the two of them are very nervous. It is estimated that xiaomou's condition is not so bad. ”

Gong Shengshi carefully observed the expression of the white bead curtain, but she couldn't see her real idea. However, the white bead curtain did become thinner and older, and her skin color was slightly pale, and her eyes were full of tiredness. Because there was no cover of cosmetics, the wrinkles on her face were particularly obvious.

Such a white bead curtain really makes people worry that she can not bear too much impact.

”Well,” Gong Shengshi also sighed slightly, ”well, if xiaomou can be discharged from hospital or convenient for action on the days of the Spring Festival, we can go to K city to accompany him or take him back to Shangdu for the new year, OK?”

The white bead curtain thought for a while, nodded: ”this is also very good.”

Gong Shengshi said in a soft voice: ”then I'll live here these days and take care of you, OK?”

These days? Who will he take care of outside the ”days”?

Bai Zhulian suddenly thought of the little three he raised in Europe. He could not help feeling a little resentful. He almost wanted to vent his anger and said, ”you'd better take care of your little wife”, but how sad and pitiful she would be? What's more, what makes her a junior?

So she also smile, soft voice way: ”good, with you by my side, I will not be lonely.”

Indeed, with Gong Shengshi by her side, she spent the next few days full and relaxed, and began to walk out of her apartment and enjoy the beauty of life. It's like they were back at the time when they were newly married. During the day, they went out to listen to concerts, visit art exhibitions, sit by the riverside for tea, and stay in the warm apartment at night, playing the piano and singing opera. Although they are no longer young, they have a tacit understanding of loving each other.

Also in this period of time, the white bead curtain felt that the exhaustion and aging feeling that had engulfed her spirit were slowly disappearing. Her body became young and her mood became happy. So she suddenly understood that what she really needed was not the success and status of her career, but love love love.

Think about it, she has not enjoyed the taste of love for a long time.

She believed that with her husband's company, she would recover completely and return to the world again.

Unknowingly, new year's Eve is coming soon. When Baizhu curtain is ready to go back to her old house for the new year, she receives a call from Ye Zhen.

”Xiaoye, what's up?” The tone of her voice to Ye Xun was a touch of politeness.

”Mom...” On the other side of the mobile phone came the voice of her son, whom she was very familiar with and had been looking forward to for a long time, ”it's me, xiaomou.”

”Small, small scheme?” The white bead curtain was shocked by the huge accident and surprise, and the whole person shivered with joy, ”really, really is xiaomou? You, are you awake? Can you talk? ”

”Yes,” Gong Mou smiles. His voice is still a little hoarse, but his words are clear and his mind is clear. ”I wake up. I miss you so much. I want to hear your voice. I want to see you.”