Chapter 1311

Huang Ling's eyes suddenly stared, she quickly stood up and took the thermos cup placed on the bedside table.

The thermos cup had a straw. After Huang Ling took the cup, she handed it to Maupassant with a look of concern on her face: "Your lips are very dry, drink some water."

Maupassant didn't answer, but his eyes were fixed on the cup, with an "I want to drink water" expression on his face.

Huang Ling smiled and said: "If you want to drink water, drink it. There is a straw."

There is a straw, so you can drink by yourself while lying down. Moreover, he was injured in the brain, but not in other parts of his body.

Even if he is injured, he has recovered after such a long time.

Maupassant raised his eyebrows slightly, moved his eyes to Huang Ling's face, and looked at her with a "you feed me" look.

Huang Ling understood the look in his eyes, that is to say, she understood. She was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Maupassant blankly: "Can't you raise your hand to take the cup?"

Maupassant's eyes were deep, but his eyes were dark and extremely bright.

He looks like a spoiled little boy...

Oh my god, what a coquettish little boy, Huang Ling was shocked by her thoughts.

How could her brother Mo, who was so resolute, turn into a coquettish little boy?

When they were in love, she was the one acting like a spoiled child, okay?

Huang Ling felt that he had injured some nerve and was paralyzed...

Or maybe he didn't lose his memory or his voice, but he injured the most important nerve line and became paralyzed, so paralyzed that he couldn't move his limbs or speak...

If not, why was he unconscious for so long?

Doctor Fei said that his injuries were serious, not serious, and he would wake up in half a month at most, and he had been in a coma for almost fifty days——

Thinking of his paralysis, Huang Ling's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and her whole heart felt cold.

But thinking that he was hurt like this because of herself, Huang Ling secretly thought that no matter what he became, she would never leave him in this life.

Huang Ling sat down on the edge of the bed and put the straw in his mouth. There was a hint of desolation in her smile, "Momo, drink it. After you drink it, I will give you a massage."

She massaged him every day, as Dr. Fei ordered, so that his muscles would not atrophy.

The next day, with the help of Dr. Fei and Liu Zhiming, they helped him to the bathroom and helped him soak in hot water.

The straw went into his mouth, and Maupassant sucked it obediently.

After three puffs of this, he stopped.

Huang Ling looked at him, her eyes shining: "Don't drink anymore?"

Maupassant nodded slightly.

Huang Ling's eyes subconsciously fell on his neck.

His neck moves...

Huang Ling put the cup away, then picked up Maupassant's arm and danced, "Momo, do you feel it?"

Maupassant nodded, his eyes locked on her face.

Her face is rounder and she looks better than when she was thin. The more I look at it, the more I like it and want to kiss it.

Seeing him nod, Huang Ling felt a sense of relief in her heart. She smiled softly and said, "Momo, don't worry, you just woke up and it's normal for your hands and feet to be a little slow."

Maupassant really felt that his hands and feet were not quick, his whole body was weak, and he didn't want to move.

Huang Ling picked up his arm and waved it. He liked it very much. It was more comfortable than a massage.

"Actually, no matter what you become, I will always stay by your side." Huang Ling smiled brightly at him, "I am very satisfied just looking at your face."

Maupassant had a smile in his eyes, silly girl, you are not enough for me, I want more.

"Shall I massage your thighs?" Huang Ling blinked, her eyes clear.