The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 87

"Well... why are both of you here? Are you leaving Xixi alone at home?"

After thinking about it, Meng Mingxia decided to change the subject.

The situation was urgent at the time, and he could only take care of his comrades first, but his injury did make his family worried, which is an indisputable fact.

However, the weird Xiaowan is really scary!

Meng Mingxia decided to stay out of the limelight. He is still lying down, so he can talk about it later.

Meng Wanqiu snorted and put away the green gourd. He didn't hold Meng Mingxia, and it would be the same if he settled the score later.

Pei Xingzhi answered Meng Mingxia's question, "Xixi is with Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng next door. It's okay. You don't have to worry, second brother."

Meng Mingxia's brows relaxed, "That's good. Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng will definitely take good care of the little guy."

Meng Wanqiu came over, pulled out a chair and sat down, and put her hand on Meng Mingxia's wrist.

Meng Mingxia noticed it, but didn't feel surprised. Xiaowan was the disciple of the old Taoist priest, and it was strange that he could take the pulse.

Meng Wanqiu concentrated, and after a moment, her brows relaxed and her heart was relieved.

Meng Mingxia's physique is good, and she woke up earlier than she expected.

"Well, captain, you are awake, I will go to report to the division commander and others that you are safe." Wang Jian said to Meng Mingxia.

Meng Mingxia nodded, "Go ahead. By the way, how are you and Xu Feng?"

Wang Jian grinned, "They are fine. They woke up the next day. You, the commander, were the only one who was in a coma for three or four days. But Xu Feng was more seriously injured than me. He fell asleep again before I came."

Meng Mingxia instructed, "Don't worry, I'm fine. When Xu Feng wakes up, tell him not to come over and have a good rest."

"Oh, I see. I'll call the commander first." Wang Jian agreed happily and left the ward.

After Wang Jian left, a gray-haired doctor came in. The nurse following him was not Nurse Zhao, but a strange face.

Meng Wanqiu glanced at him and missed his line of sight, not caring.

The nurse closed the curtain beside the bed, and the couple went out.

In the corridor outside, the window next to them had a slit to keep the air flowing, and the two of them were just facing this vent.

Pei Xingzhi moved to Meng Wanqiu's side, blocked the wind, and stretched out his hand to pull Meng Wanqiu's scarf higher, "How is it, is it smooth?" This was to ask Meng Wanqiu about her going out today.

Meng Wanqiu approached Pei Xingzhi, and rubbed her shoulder against Pei Xingzhi's arm. This sticky action made Pei Xingzhi raise his eyebrows.

She was in a good mood, Pei Xingzhi thought.

"Haha, it was quite smooth." Meng Wanqiu smiled and nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice, and the messy hair at her temples swayed.

Seeing Meng Wanqiu like this, Pei Xingzhi's mood also improved. He looked at her meaningfully and said with a smile: "Well, is that so!"

The cold and magnetic voice caused a slight vibration in the chest, and the shoulder close to the chest felt it. Meng Wanqiu couldn't help but rubbed her ears.