The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Anseong Hospital.

The warm sun in the autumn afternoon spilled over the pure snow-white hospital bed. Mu Wanqin sat leaning and quietly looked at the white paper in front of him, and a little handwriting fell down.

"Qing'er, see what delicious food I bring you."

Gong Lichuan opened the door with a lunch box, his voice was gentle, completely different from his usual.

Hearing the sound, Mu Wanqing panicked for a moment.

She immediately hid the paper under the pillow, and pulled out a far-fetched smile, "Brother Li Chuan."

Gong Lichuan noticed her small movements.

His eyebrows were frowned, and his eyes gradually changed from warm and moist to a little deeper, as if he was seeing something.

"Qing'er, what are you writing?"

"Write a song."

Mu Wanqin lifted her small face, revealing a sweet and bright smile, her pink lips lightly hooked, radiating brilliance.

She told Gong Lichuan that she would write songs with pen and paper.

But Gong Lichuan frowned slightly, and cast a dubious glance at the pillow behind the girl, his eyes were cool.

"Really?" Gong Lichuan walked to Mu Wanqin gracefully, sitting beside her bed.

He took out the lunch box, lifted the lid, and the aroma of the handmade dumplings and steam came to his face, which was mouth watering.

"Dumplings?" Mu Wanqing's eyes shone slightly.

In the past few days, Gong Lichuan only allowed her to eat liquid food, so three meals a day were all kinds of porridge.

Mu Wanqing has missed other delicacies for a long time.

"Try it." Gong Lichuan chuckled, then took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and handed it to him.

Mu Wanqing shook his head, "I will do it myself."

She took the dumpling and took a bite full of happiness, the juice overflowed a little, and she was so excited that she wanted to go to heaven.

"Good times, good times." Mu Wanqing chuckled, "Brother Li Chuan, can I stop drinking porridge in the future?"

She never wants to drink porridge anymore...

Even if there are three hundred and sixty tricks, no matter how delicious it is, I don't want to drink porridge anymore.

"Listen to the doctor, eh?" Gong Lichuan looked at her helplessly and fondly, rubbing her head.

Mu Wanqing pouted dissatisfiedly.

She took another dumpling and stuffed it into her small mouth. After eating, she still held the lunch box and refused to let it go.

Hey, porridge for dinner again...

"When your body recovers, I will take you to eat all over the world. We can eat whatever we want." Gong Lichuan squeezed the lunch box and tried a little harder, "Obey."

Mu Wanqing let go reluctantly.

The empty lunch box was taken away by Gong Lichuan and thrown into a plastic bag.

He got up and left the ward to throw out the trash, Mu Wanqing immediately turned around and took out the white paper under the pillow.

She was about to change to a more secret place, but Gong Lichuan quickly disposed of the rubbish, and then suddenly returned, unexpectedly snatching the paper from her hand.

"Brother Li Chuan!"

Mu Wanqing gripped the sheets under him tightly, a little nervous.

Gong Lichuan looked down at the words on the white paper, frowning and tightening, and a little anger gradually floated between his eyebrows.

"What is this?" he asked coldly.

Mu Wan bowed his head, grievingly tugging at the sheets like pulling hair, as if wishing to remove the thread.

Gong Lichuan didn't hesitate to roll the white paper into a paper ball, raised his hand and threw it down the window from the window. He said coldly, "Who allowed you to write a suicide note?"

Mu Wanqing's eyes dimmed.

The slender and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, she bit her lower lip lightly, "Sooner or later...you must write."

Taking advantage of her now, she still has strength.

What if it's too late in the future?