There was a moment of silence in the room.

Xia Qinghe's fist hanging down his side clenched hard: "Bo Chuan, the award is still waiting for you." ”

After a pause, he whispered, "I'm also waiting for you." ”

After she finished speaking, Song Juan obviously felt that the cold air emanating from Lu Bochuan's body was even worse.

Xia Qinghe wanted to say something, but the air pressure in the room was terrifyingly low, over the years, Lu Bochuan had taken root in Haicheng, no matter how difficult it was, he had a three-point smile on his face, but even so, it was still daunting.

It gives people the illusion that a companion is like a tiger.

Xia Qinghe couldn't guess his thoughts, although she didn't want the two to have too deep contact, she also knew how to scrutinize the degree, and she didn't dare to touch Lu Bochuan's scales.

Xia Qinghe's gaze fixed glanced at the figure that was blocked by Lu Bochuan and couldn't see the situation inside at all, and went out of the door with gritted teeth.

But she didn't go far, after she went out, she entered the car that had been parked downstairs in the hotel before, her hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, her head tilted, and she looked at the hotel upstairs through the windshield, her lips pursed.

After Xia Qinghe left, only Song Juan and Lu Bochuan were left in the room.

Except for his mouth, Lu Bochuan didn't touch her in the end, he just sat on the bed, restrained all his emotions, and when Song Juan couldn't help but choke, he lifted her chin and forced her to swallow half a drop.

Song Juan was choked so much that physiological tears fell.

He didn't say a word, but he didn't let Song Juan spit out a single bit.

When she finally calmed down, Lu Bochuan's thumb rubbed the stain on Song Juan's lips and wiped the stain away.

While doing all this, the room was silent, and not even the lights were turned on.

The dangerous aura of oppressive silence permeated the room.

I don't know how long it took, Song Juan heard a light laugh in the dark, but the laughter was extremely cold, as if it could freeze through people's backbones, which was terrifying.

He said: "You are so dirty, it is really not worth touching, don't appear in front of me again, don't go to the Lu family villa to shed tears, don't dirty the door of my Lu family, if you can't do it, it will be Song Xianzhang's death." ”

After he finished speaking, he shook her away as if he were shaking something dirty, stood up, took a stack of money from his wallet, and said, "This is the last time." ”

Then he dropped the money on the bed and went straight out the door of the room.

And downstairs, Xia Qinghe waited in the car for a long time, and saw Lu Bochuan's figure, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then made a phone call to go out.

"Dad, I'll take Bo Chuan to see you tomorrow, you call Bo Chuan, and you say you miss him." ”

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In the room, after Lu Bochuan left, only Song Juan was left in the room, and she lowered her head, because of Lu Bochuan's words, she couldn't make any moves for a long time.

It's just that the eyes are terribly red.

I don't know if it's because my heart hurts too much, or because of the warning Lu Bochuan gave her, which intimidated her.

I don't know how long it took for her to stand up, not even daring to turn on the light, and by the sporadic vision after adapting to the darkness, she found the location of the bathroom, washed her face, and brushed her teeth.

When she left, she still held the money in her hand, and when she took the money, she felt a solemn rust smell in her heart.

After Song Juan arrived at the hospital, he first went to see Song Xianzhang, who frowned, slept extremely unsteadily, and had a trace of abnormal flushing on his face.

Song Juan sighed in her heart, wiped it towards Song Xianzhang's forehead, and touched the hot hand, she was flustered, and immediately turned around and ran out to call the doctor.

The attending doctor hurried over, took Song Xianzhang's body temperature, and took a stethoscope to auscultate, examine, blood test, and prescribe medicine.

There was a rush of war.

By the time the bottle was lifted, it had already been an hour or two.

After the injection, she guarded Song Xianzhang for a while, her body was indescribably weak, she buried her face in the palm of her hand, and after a while, she walked out of the hospital and stood downstairs in the inpatient department of the hospital.

Because in the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The inpatient department has always been different from other places, with a heavy and oppressive dead air, empty, shadows of trees, and very cold.

There are several laboratory departments in the lobby downstairs, and there are occasional emergency patients queuing up for testing.

The sound seemed even more distant, indescribable.

She looked at the empty night sky, and thought helplessly, the whole Haicheng is so big, and the two of them don't want to meet, in fact, it is very easy.

But Lu Bochuan forced her into this situation, but asked her not to appear in front of him, how to treat Song Xianzhang's illness?