The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

Neither of the two people in the front row spoke, and there was silence in the car, only soothing music playing softly.

Ling Mu raised his hand to press on his eyes and did not make a sound from the beginning to the end, the lip that was bitten by himself leaked into his mouth with a slippery smell of fishy sweetness.He slowly took his hands away and let his body sink into the large and soft leather chair back, and he held the tissue tightly in the palm of his hand, which was wet from tears after wiping away his tears.

Maybe it's because Yan Qiujing didn't sleep all night during the proposal, or maybe it's because the great sorrow after the great joy is often more difficult to digest.He curled himself up on the back seat, and soon a strong tiredness came over him, and he gradually lost consciousness.

When Ling Mu woke up, he felt that his eyelids were too heavy to open, the air conditioner in the car was still blowing warm air, and he was the only one in the car.He lifted the thin blanket covering his body and sat up and looked out. The car was parked in a service station.

Ling Mu took out his phone and checked the time, it was past three o'clock, and it might be almost here.When the screen was locked, he saw from the reflection of the screen that his eyes were a little swollen, so he opened the door and got out of the car.

The cold wind on a winter night can blow through people in less than a minute, but Ling Mu didn't feel the cold, so he took out a bottle of ice water from the convenience store and applied it to his swollen walnut-shaped eyes.

After a while, the two came back one after the other, Yuan Lai was wrapped in a comfortable coat and walked in front, with red blood dripping from the tips of his ears, he said hello to Ling Mu and went straight into the passenger seat.

"The car is out of gas, stop and fill up." Shu Qinglang walked over and said to Ling Mu, "Get off the expressway ahead, and you'll be at the hospital in half an hour."

The cold mineral water bottle in Ling Mu's hand felt a burning sensation in his palm, he squeezed the bottle and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Xiaolin had been waiting downstairs in the inpatient department early, and when she saw Ling Mu get off the car from a long distance, she came up to meet him, was startled by the paleness of his face, and hurriedly said, "Brother Mu, don't worry, Brother Jing Already awake..."

Ling Mu followed her quickly towards the elevator: "Which ward is he in?"

Xiaolin said: "1709."

Ling Mu stared at the beating numbers on the elevator, and never felt that the time spent in the elevator was so long.

The elevator finally stopped on the 17th floor with a ding.

The moment the elevator door opened, Ling Mu said to Xiao Lin: "Go back and rest first." Without looking back, Ling Mu rushed out towards the ward where Yan Qiujing was.

1707, 1708, 1709...

Ling Mu's footsteps stopped, he bent over and leaned on the doorknob to catch his breath before he pushed the door lightly and walked in.

He walked slowly to the hospital bed, and looked at Yan Qiujing's facial features that seemed to be twisted due to pain through the moonlight outside the window.In the silent midnight, the ward was filled with the heavy breath of the people on the hospital bed, and Ling Mu's tears fell down hopelessly.

His hands were trembling constantly, but he couldn't help but want to touch Yan Qiujing's pale and haggard face that he hadn't seen for a few days.As soon as his fingertips touched Yan Qiujing, before he had time to smooth his frowning brows, he was pulled violently, and the next second he fell into the warm and familiar arms of the other party.

Yan Qiujing's anesthetic had worn off long ago, and he woke up when Ling Mu came in.He hugged Ling Mu's slightly trembling back with his hands that weren't on a drip, stroked his dry lips against his earlobe, and said with difficulty: "Baby, it's here."

Hearing his hoarse voice, Ling Mu started to feel a dull pain in his stomach again, and then he was a little out of breath.He wanted to push Yan Qiujing away but was afraid of touching his wound, so he half-bent to support his body and leaned over Yan Qiujing.

The tears in his eyes became more and more turbulent, and tears dripped down his chin and quickly penetrated the thin hospital gown on Yan Qiujing's body. Yan Qiujing felt the dampness on his shoulders, but felt that the warmth made his heart ache.

Yan Qiujing dropped a light kiss next to his ear: "Don't cry, I'm going to die if I cry any more."

Ling Mu choked with anger and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Qiujing pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed, but the vibration in his chest made his throat itch, and he couldn't stop coughing dryly.

Ling Mu hurriedly straightened up, raising and then stopping the hand that wanted to help him, not daring to land on him.Seeing his helpless look, Yan Qiujing felt distressed, grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, took his hand along his chest, and coughed lowly: "It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt? When he spoke, his chaotic voice overwhelmed his voice.Ling Muhong said with red eyes: "Stop talking, take a rest."

Yan Qiujing shut up obediently, and it took a long time to stop coughing.He lifted Ling Mu's hand to his lips and kissed it, and interlocked his fingers on the side of the bed.After being quiet for a long time, he couldn't hold back and said, "Turn on the light, baby, I want to see you."

Ling Mu couldn't bear to take away the hand that was held by him, and twisted the other hand aside to turn on the night light by the bedside.

Yan Qiujing looked at Ling Mu's wet pupils and the redness on them, and sighed, "It's time to change my assistant."

Yan Qiujing's face finally looked less pale under the warm light.Ling Mu stretched out his fingers and gently stroked his chapped lips, and asked softly, "Are you thirsty? I'll go and pour you some water."

Before he got up, he was stopped by Yan Qiujing: "Don't go."

Ling Mu turned his head and looked at Yan Qiujing's eyes, which were deep and eager.He looked into his eyes, and for a moment moved his gaze to his lips.

Ling Mu leaned forward, lowered her head and kissed his dry lips.The tip of his tongue gently brushed Yan Qiujing's lips, and patiently helped him moisten his lips, and then he easily pried open his teeth and rolled his tongue.As the two of them intertwined, Yan Qiujing's breath was like a damaged bellows, and the wheezing sounded really scary.Ling Mu didn't dare to pester him any more and quickly withdrew his lips.

Yan Qiujing narrowed his eyes and raised his head, humming: "More~"

Ling Mu gently stroked his face: "I'll ask for it after you recover."

Yan Qiujing looked like a child who couldn't eat enough sweets, pouted and said, "It won't be better if you don't kiss~"

Ling Mu pinched his cheek, seeing that he was still acting like a fool, he had no choice but to lean over and kiss him lightly on the lips, then sat upright by the bed and said solemnly: "Let's start explaining."

"...cough cough cough" Yan Qiujing coughed dryly, trying to fool him by pretending to be coughing, but Ling Mu squinted at him with no response.

"Do you not love me anymore..." Yan Qiujing looked at him aggrievedly: "You don't feel sorry for me anymore when I cough."

Ling Mu's eyes were sharp, his lips parted and he said a few words: "Before I get angry..."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Yan Qiujing said hastily. He looked at Ling Mu and sighed resignedly: "I was distracted when I was filming a high-altitude scene in the theater in the morning..."

Sure enough, Ling Mu frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and charged towards him with sword-like eyes: "Where's Wei Ya?"

"...I'm useless..." Yan Qiujing's voice was barely audible: "I thought there was nothing wrong..."

Ling Mu rushed up in a fit of anger, and forced out a sentence from between his teeth angrily: "Shooting at high altitude, you didn't hang on to Wia, you still have the nerve to be distracted?"

Yan Qiujing looked up at him as if he was thinking about something, and soon his eyes were full of smiles unconsciously.

Ling Mu was almost heartbroken by his laughter, and said angrily, "You still have the face to smile?"

Yan Qiujing lowered his eyes under his angry gaze, put his hand on the back of his hand and pinched it again and again, and defended himself in a low voice: "Who can not be distracted by such a big matter as a successful marriage proposal..."