As soon as Rong Zheng came to paint, it was like a different person, and the helplessness and frustration of being snubbed by Zhou Ling were also diluted by painting.

He was so engrossed that he didn't hear the front desk when it was delivered to his room.

Zhou Ling was really annoyed by listening to it, and he hid a gamble, so he sat in a wheelchair and opened the door.

Rong Zheng realized that when there seemed to be a knock on the door just now, he just remembered to open the door.

But I just saw Zhou Ling with food on his knees, holding it with one hand and pushing the wheelchair with difficulty with the other.

Since it was inconvenient to control the direction with only one hand, he stumbled and even almost hit the wall.

Rong Zheng's face turned blue, and he hurriedly ran over to help stabilize the wheelchair and pushed her to the small table.

"Won't you call me, what if I hurt my foot again?" Rong Zheng blamed with a dark face, and his voice unconsciously became a little heavier.

Zhou Ling was already on fire, but when he heard Rong Zheng's blame, he blurted out angrily, "I don't need you to take care of it, I don't need you to take care of it!"

This sentence was like a heart-wrenching word, which made the blood on Rong Zheng's face fade, and he sneered, full of mockery, "Yes, what am I? Why should I care about you!"

With that, he turned around and slammed the door.

Zhou Ling's heart was sour, and he watched Rong Zheng slam the door angrily, and tears fell unconsciously.

The delicate food on the table was also out of appetite at the moment, and Zhou Ling pushed the wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the vehicles and pedestrians on the street in silence.

There is nowhere to say the grievances in her heart, and she only feels tired like never before.

She even wondered if Rong Zheng was the right person? With their personalities, could they go on together?

What if the days to come are filled with quarrels every day?

He was a little impulsive, but what about Rong Zheng?

She had just recovered from the fright, and she didn't get half a word of comfort, even if she didn't get half a word of comfort, she still had to bear Rong Zheng's temper.

How can you not be tired?

For a whole day, her wrinkled brow did not stretch.

Rong Zheng actually didn't go far, he slammed the door angrily and regretted it, just sat at the staircase on the side, his face was ashen.

Zhou Ling's words were like a thorn in his heart, and it hurt his heart.

Without Zhou Ling's liking, if you think about it carefully, he is indeed nothing in her heart.

As long as she doesn't want to, he's the one who doesn't qualify.

Rong Zheng hung his head, his arms lying weakly on his knees.

Eventually, he let out a helpless sigh and a miserable smile.

Standing up, he pushed the door back nervously.

Sure enough, the food on the table has not been touched at all, what it was like when it was delivered, and what it is still like now,

And Zhou Ling looked out the window, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window reflected Zhou Ling's expression, but he didn't know what she was thinking.

"Why don't you eat? You haven't eaten in a long time today. ”

Rong Zheng's tone was still very stiff, but with a hint of helplessness in compromise.

Zhou Ling's figure did not move, he still looked out steadily, and did not answer Rong Zheng's words.

Rong Zheng sighed in his heart, picked out some of Zhou Ling's favorite meals and put them on the rice, and then brought them to Zhou Ling.

"Don't starve yourself when you're angry again, don't be angry with yourself. ”

Rong Zheng's smile was flattering, and he only hoped that Zhou Ling would not starve himself and hurt his body again.

"I don't have an appetite. ”

Zhou Ling finally looked back at him, but his face was calm, if it weren't for the reddish eyes, it would be impossible to see through her mood.

"Anyway, you still have to eat when it's time to eat. Don't make a fuss, okay?"

Rong Zheng tried his best to soften his tone, like coaxing a child.

It's just that he can't see this expression, how unskilled and stiff he is.

After the sadness, Zhou Ling didn't know what his mood was, he only felt that his heart was very calm, and even a little unwavering.

"I'm not hungry yet. ”

"Please, don't hurt yourself again. ”

There was a forbearance and even a trembling voice from below, Rong Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the drooping eyelids could still be seen to be a little red.

He really couldn't afford the pain of losing her anymore.

God knows what will happen to him one more time?

He's not that strong, he's going to be crazy!

Zhou Ling's heart trembled, pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he reached out and took the meal.

Then he buried his head in eating without saying a word.

Seeing that Zhou Ling was finally willing to eat, Rong Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Silently walked to the table and began to eat as well.

It's just that he also has no appetite, pulls a bowl of rice, and rarely even eats vegetables.

After eating, the two fell silent again.

At night, Rong Zheng is still painting seriously by the window.

Zhou Ling turned his back to Rong Zheng, lying on the bed but couldn't sleep.

Because his foot was injured, Rong Zheng asked the hotel front desk for a few pillows, and asked Zhou Ling to raise his feet high, and then he went to paint with confidence.

After a long day's work, Zhou Ling finally couldn't hold it anymore, his eyelids sank, and he fell asleep.

After a while, the room was filled with the sound of even and steady breathing.

Rong Zheng, who was painting, had also been secretly observing Zhou Ling, and occasionally Zhou Ling accidentally knocked the pillow on his feet to the ground, so he went over to pick it up and carefully cushioned the pillow back.

After repeating it several times, it was early in the morning.

Maybe he was too tired, Rong Zheng fell asleep directly on the table.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated into the room, and Zhou Ling's eyelids moved, and he woke up first.

When I sat up, Rong Zheng was still sleeping on the table.

His brow furrowed slightly, his lips tightly pursed into a straight line, obviously not sleeping comfortably.

Obviously, Rong Zheng painted late at night yesterday, and fell asleep directly on the sofa when he was tired.

Seeing Rong Zheng like this, Zhou Ling couldn't let out any anger in his heart, and the only thing left was distress.

Because she knew that the reason why Rong Zheng was working so hard was just to let her live a good life.

"Rong Zheng, go to bed and sleep for a while. ”

Zhou Ling woke up Rong Zheng with a voice and asked him to sleep on the bed for a while.

Rong Zheng, who was woken up, frowned, and his eyes gradually softened after hearing Zhou Ling's words.

Lying on the table for a night's sleep, he was sore all over his body, and lay down on the bed.

With the soft mattress and warm quilt, the pillow faintly exuded the fragrance of Zhou Ling's hair, and Rong Zheng soon fell asleep again.

Zhou Ling played with his mobile phone for a while, and specially turned the mute, just to let Rong Zheng sleep well.

But the two of them knew in their hearts that the matter had passed between them.

Speaking of which, both of them were at fault, but they didn't want to bow their heads. And Rong Zheng is not good at justifying, so he has been in the Cold War.