May The Rest Of My Life Be Sweet To You ( Machine Translation )

When ye Wei brought Qin Sheng some clothes, Qin Sheng didn't even understand what was going on with this child.

Qin Sheng collected her thoughts, put on the nurse's white coat, put on the mask and the nurse's hat, and walked into Gong Mochen's ward.

She wore the mask very carefully, only revealing her eyes, so that the man wouldn't recognize her.

She didn't dare to bring the food box in. The man would probably remember this food box, so she walked in with a bowl of swallow's nest porridge.

Ye Wei's heart was in her throat. Even though Qin Sheng had wrapped herself up so tightly, there was still a faint sense of unease sweeping over her.

Gong Mochen should not be able to recognize Qin Sheng, right He definitely would not be able to recognize her, she said to herself. She believed in her own judgment of Gong Mochen's illness. It would not be easy to recover his memory. Instead, the wounds on his body would heal faster.

As long as she quickly treated Gong Mochen's wounds, she would be able to bring Gong Mochen away as soon as possible. Then, all her worries would be unnecessary.

She stared at the closed door for a moment before she retracted her gaze. She turned around and walked towards the stairs. She could not stay here forever. Han Qing did not know what was going on here. If she disappeared for too long, she was afraid that Han Qing would come here to look for her.

Gong Mochen, who was in the room, heard the sound of the door opening. He turned to look at the door and saw a nurse walking in.

He glanced at the nurse and retracted his gaze. It was as if this person did not exist in the room.

Qin Sheng walked to the man's side. "President Nan Gong, this is your breakfast. I am your nurse. Let me feed you. "

The man thought that he was Nangong Mochen. She wanted to gain the man's trust first, so she didn't dare to insist that he was Gong Mochen.

"Who gave you breakfast? " Gong Mochen asked coldly.

"Yes, it's doctor Ye. " Qin Sheng's heart tightened.

"Yes, feed me porridge, " the man ordered.

Qin Sheng quickly sat by the man's bed and fed the man with a spoon.

At least he left you by his side to take care of him. At least he was willing to eat your breakfast.

Qin Sheng, you must be strong and not weak She told herself.

Nothing was important. As long as she could stay by his side, she believed that she could awaken his memories.

The bowl of porridge was eaten more smoothly than Qin Sheng imagined. It seemed that her identity was not exposed at all.

After serving the man with breakfast, she fed him medicine and did all the things that a nurse should do.

The man basically did not say anything to her. When she asked him questions, he only replied her with an 'mm' or some other tone.

After Qin Sheng served the man with lunch, the man began to take his afternoon nap. His painkillers had a sedative component, so he slept longer than usual.

Qin Sheng waited until the man fell asleep before she sat down on the chair by the bed to rest. Her eyes were fixated on the man's face that was wrapped in gauze and locked onto his eyes. He was in a deep sleep. His eyes did not move, and he was breathing lightly.

She bent down to get closer to the man. She only wanted to be closer to him. Only when she was close to him could her heartbeat recover.

Her hand gently held the man's hand. She held it very carefully, as if she was afraid of waking him up.

"Hubby, I'm right beside you. I won't leave you. You have to get well quickly and remember me quickly, " she murmured, her tone twisted with an indescribable pain.

There was nothing more painful in this world than watching her man dote on another woman.

However, she knew that it wasn't Gong Mochen's fault. He just didn't remember her.

She didn't know if it was her voice that startled the man, but she saw his eyelashes tremble.

She was so scared that she let go of the man's hand and sat down on the chair.

Gong Mochen's fingers moved slightly and regained his calmness. It seemed that the woman didn't disturb his good sleep.

Qin Sheng heaved a sigh of relief and quietly watched the man sleep. There were many things that could not be rushed. She wanted Gong Mochen to acknowledge her, and she wanted to wait until he could accept her. However, how was she going to make Gong Mochen accept her?

Her little head was spinning at high speed... ...

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The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the curtains and onto the bed in the presidential suite of the hotel.

On the bed, Chu Xiaruo's eyes were heavy.

Why was she so tired?

She turned over

Sikong Jue She suddenly opened her eyes.

If she had a knife in her hand, she could kill him instantly!

"Sikong Jue, get the F * CK OUT OF HERE! " She kicked the man's body and sent him to the ground.

Sikong jue woke up from the fall with a thud. He was about to be crippled by the woman.

"F * Ck, are you trying to murder your husband? " Sikong jue got up from the ground and complained.

Chuxia's large eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at the man in front of her. "where did my husband come from? Sikong Jue, you F * Cking lied to me! "

She roared angrily

"What did I lie to you about? Let's make this clear. I don't know the man who harmed you. I didn't know that something was in the wine.

"although it wasn't my fault, I saved the Damsel in distress. What else are you satisfied with? " Sikong Jue said.

Chuxia was so angry that she almost bled. He even saved the DAMSEL IN DISTRESS!

"PTUI! You didn't lie to me. What happened to your hand? Don't tell me that your hand recovered on its own after coming to the hotel! "

Sikong Jue then remembered that Chuxia had found out that he had been pretending to have a crippled wrist.

He was secretly annoyed

"about that. Actually, you should know that the human body has a miraculous self-healing ability. It might have stimulated its potential yesterday and opened up my Meridians, thus restoring the function of my hand.

"Hehe, that should be it. Chuxia, look, I've gotten a blessing in disguise. I still have to thank you. Don't say anything else. Let's call it even, okay? " Sikong jue smiled bitterly at the corner of his lips. The more he spoke, the less confident he became.

Chuxia approached the man step by step and picked up the fruit knife on the table. "Lie, KEEP LYING! "