When Tang Xiaoxiao woke up again, the air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant water, and the pale ceiling was in front of him, and he wanted to struggle out of bed, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body.

Tilting his head slightly, he saw Ye Zichen who was typing on the computer on the side, he looked this way, put down the matter in his hand and came over to tuck the corner of the quilt for Tang Xiaoxiao, and said softly: "Are you awake? Are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Tang Xiaoxiao's voice was hoarse: "Where is this?"

Saying that, she wanted to sit up again, but Ye Zichen pressed her down: "You lie down obediently, this is the hospital." You've been in a coma all day, and yesterday I couldn't get through to your phone, and I looked for you all over the street and found you lying in the rain. If your physical fitness is not good, why bother tossing yourself so much?"

She slowly remembered everything that had happened yesterday, and her heart was gripped by despair again. I almost got together, and I lost everything she said.

She never knew Mo Yu's intentions, his liking was not like hers, it was all revealed, he pressed his liking in his heart, and no one could see it.

Ye Zichen touched Tang Xiaoxiao's forehead: "It's still a little hot." ”

As he spoke, the nurse came in: "Intravenous drip." ”

Tang Xiaoxiao obediently stretched out her hand from the quilt, the cold disinfectant stick made her clear, and then the thin needle pierced in, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Ye Zichen watched the nurse poke the needle into the blood vessel, saw that her painful eyebrows were about to be twisted together, and said to the nurse anxiously, "You lighten it." ”

Tang Xiaoxiao looked at him like this, and the nurse who was at a loss, and said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

The nurse adjusted the drip speed and went out. Only the two of them were left in the ward, and Ye Zichen asked, "It hurts, right?"

Tang Xiaoxiao shook his head: "It doesn't hurt at all, I want to eat preserved egg and lean porridge, I'm a little hungry." ”

Ye Zichen heard that she wanted to eat, and the nervous expression on her face finally eased a little: "Then you lie down obediently, and I'll buy it for you." ”

He stepped out and gently closed the door of the ward, and with a click, blocking everything outside.

The sunlight outside the window sprinkled the ground like her sorrow, and the other hand groped for the mobile phone near the pillow, and took it out to see, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a bit laborious to hold the mobile phone with one hand, and it was solved several times just by unlocking it.

There was a WeChat message sent by Mo Yu several hours ago: "Excuse me. ”

There are also many missed calls from Ye Zichen.

She clicked on the message, hesitating for a long time in the reply column, not knowing what to say. She was even more afraid of seeing a red exclamation mark when the message was sent. That would be too bad.

clicked into Mo Yu's circle of friends, the most worrying thing did not happen, she could also watch his dynamics, immersed in the memories of the past, and fell deeper and deeper.

How could it be, how could things have turned out like this.

Mo Yu, who was also drenched in the rain, only had a slight cold. When I came back yesterday, I happened to bump into Wen Zhixin, and I had to come back with him, and I said that I had a cold to take care of him, and in fact, my kitchen was almost blown up.

At this moment, she was cleaning up the mess, Mo Yu was nesting on the sofa, staring at the phone screen, expecting to see Tang Xiaoxiao's news.

He didn't know when he started to have a good impression of Tang Xiaoxiao, whether it was the guilt after hitting her, her stupidity after she was drunk, or the nervous stuttering when she confessed to him, or his discomfort and those thoughts as fine as hair after she went abroad.

Over time, I fell in love, and that's probably it.

Two people will always meet skillfully, I don't know if it's a fate given by God. The nature of his work means that he sometimes has to create a little "spark" with other female artists, and it is just work.

At this point, he really owes Tang Xiaoxiao, if ...... If the man who was with her the first two times could make her rely on and feel safe, then let go of herself and let her go - adult beauty.

It is said that a gentleman is an adult, but who knows what it tastes like? If she wants happiness that only other men can give, then why not be happy about adult beauty.

In the final analysis, the most important thing now is to know Tang Xiaoxiao's thoughts.

In fact...... In retrospect, what she said wasn't that hurtful, but it was a bit impulsive yesterday. When she said it, her heart burned brightly, and the heavy rain couldn't extinguish the fire in her heart.

He doesn't want others to criticize him for relying on women to take the position, and he doesn't want to be said in the future that if there is no Tang family, he is nothing.

They are all adults, and they definitely need to think about the consequences when doing things. A lot of conditions do not allow him to be arbitrary and capricious.

He has been waiting for news, and every time the phone prompt sounds, he opens it with anticipation, only to close it in disappointment. He wondered if she was angry and didn't want to pay attention to him, or if she was ...... Already dead?

He is a complete idiot in terms of feelings, and when he persuades others, he is old-fashioned, and when it is his turn, it is six words.

What to do, I want to be cold.

Wen Zhixin came out with a bowl of porridge and put it in front of him: "I can only make red bean porridge, can you taste it?"

Mo Yu held his forehead: "I really don't have much appetite." ”

Wen Zhixin was still stubborn: "You take a bite and I'll leave." ”

Mo Yu really couldn't help Wen Zhixin, hearing her words, he was like being amnestied, although he didn't look very good, he still put a spoonful in his mouth.

The beans rattled stiffly, and the rice was a little raw. I really don't know how to make it, but seeing that she has been busy for so long, it is not good to hit it directly, so I can only say: "If you cook it for a while, it should taste better." ”

Wen Zhixin just wanted to take the bowl and cook it for him for a while, but was stopped by Mo Yu: "You said okay, I'll take a bite and leave." You go back first, I want to sleep alone. ”

Wen Zhixin didn't insist anymore, and nodded: "Okay, if you really don't want to eat, you can order takeout, I know I didn't do well." Just call me if you have something. ”

Sending Wen Zhixin away, Mo Yu felt that the world was quiet.

The silence didn't last long before it was pierced by the screeching of cell phone ringtones. His first reaction was that it might be Tang Xiaoxiao calling, but the voice on the other side was Liu Ting.

If Wen Zhixin is the number one person who upsets him, then Liu Ting must be firmly on the second throne.

Liu Ting is still explaining the matter of the haunted house last time, except for this, it seems that there is nothing to say, all the words were cleverly blocked back by him, and it can be summed up in nothing more than five words, I don't want to see you.

Liu Ting is not a stupid person, how could she not understand the meaning of his words, and finally hung up the phone with a little loss and reluctance.

Mo Yu's whole body was about to sink into the sofa, and he was in no mood to do anything now, he didn't want to eat, he didn't want to sleep, and he didn't want to play with his mobile phone.

Just enjoy the few quiet moments in peace. For a moment, I felt that I was quite lonely, and this thought didn't last long before it was overturned by myself.

Loneliness is never meant to be endured, such a wonderful feeling is meant to be enjoyed.

There's nothing wrong with that, but I always feel that in the next second, Tang Xiaoxiao will come to him, as if nothing has happened, if it really can, then this time I won't bury my like.

Since she refuses to take the initiative, let's replace him this time.

First...... Make a phone call?