In the VIP ward on the top floor of Jiuhua Hospital, Guan Mufeng was sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window and watching the computer process documents.

Lao Wu stood aside helplessly and worriedly, not knowing how many times he persuaded him: "Mr. Guan, you are not in good health, you need to recuperate more, these things can be handled by Mr. He and them." ”

Guan Mufeng finally stopped his movements this time, raised his head and looked at him: "I've been staying in the hospital for the past few days, I've worked hard for you, go back and rest." ”

Lao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then said a little angrily: "I'm not leaving, no one will take care of me when I leave, I don't worry." ”

Guan Mufeng was about to say something, there were a few knocks on the door outside, and then a girl pushed the door open, with a sweet smile on her face, holding a thermos box in her hand, and walked straight towards them.

"Miss Tang, you're here. When Lao Wu saw the girl, he immediately greeted him.

"Uncle Wu, hello. Tang Miao nodded at him politely, looked at Guan Mufeng next to him, and asked softly, "How is Mr. Guan today?"

Guan Mufeng bowed slightly, and said to Lao Wu again: "You go back and rest, there are doctors and nurses here, there is nothing to worry about." ”

Lao Wu hesitated a little, glanced at Tang Miao who was standing next to him, swept his gaze over the thermos box in her hand, and finally nodded: "Then I'll go back first, and call me anytime if I have something." ”

Guan Mufeng nodded, watching him walk out of the ward, secretly feeling a little relieved.

From the day he fell ill, Lao Wu stayed by his side, and even went to the bathroom eager to guard by his side, as if he was afraid of what he would do.

His mind was about to think of someone or something, and he lowered his eyes as if evasively, and forcibly shifted his attention elsewhere.

"Sit down. He pointed to the chair opposite and said to Tang Miao.

"Hmm. Tang Miao pursed her lips, sat down opposite him, put the thermos box on the table, and turned the lid open.

"What I cooked today is a recipe I got from an old Chinese medicine doctor, saying that it nourishes the lungs. She gently poured out a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of Guan Mufeng, looking at him expectantly.

This is not the first time she has brought soup over, Guan Mufeng has never refused, and it is the same today.

"Thank you. He thanked him warmly, put the computer aside, took the bowl and drank it in three or two sips, and handed the bowl back to her.

"Do you want more?" she asked, taking the bowl.

"No, that's enough. Guan Mufeng smiled faintly, then moved his gaze to the computer and continued to work.

Tang Miao looked at him close at hand, and couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

When she came to see him for the first time and was not refused, and even drank the soup she had brought, she happily stayed up all night, thinking that the relationship between him and her had finally come closer.

But in the past few days, she has gradually felt that this may not be the case. For example, he would drink the soup she brought every time, but he would not drink even one more than the small bowl she poured, for example, no matter how long she stayed in the hospital room, he only spoke to himself a few words.

He wouldn't mind her presence, but he didn't mean to get close to her, as if she wasn't here, and he didn't care at all.

Her gaze stayed on Guan Mufeng's angular side face for a moment, she bit her lip lightly, and her elbow slid slightly, knocking down the insulated box next to her.

The black soup was steaming down the table, and her skirt was wet, and she got up from her chair in embarrassment, smoking a few napkins and wiping them.

"Are you okay?" Guan Mufeng glanced at the messy desktop, frowned, put the computer on the windowsill, got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel.

"Thank you. She blushed and took the towel and wiped it for a while, but the skirt was finally wet and clinging to her legs, the light fabric was almost transparent, and the skin was faint.

On the railing of the hospital bed was Guan Mufeng's gray bathrobe, she looked at Guan Mufeng with a worried face, and whispered with a red face: "Can I go to the bathroom and change—"

Before she finished speaking, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Aunt Liu walked in with her suitcase, and when she saw her, she smiled and shouted "Miss Tang", and talked to Guan Mufeng.

"Mr. Guan, I brought your clothes here, and they are all hung in the cabinet for you. As she spoke, she opened her suitcase and sorted out her clothes one by one.

"You're staying in the hospital, so I'll bring some casual and comfortable clothes, and if that's not enough, I'll go back and get them. She added.

"Well, I'm sorry for you. Guan Mufeng said.

"No trouble, no trouble, if it weren't for Miss Qiao's urgent business these days, she really couldn't get over, and it wouldn't be my turn to do it. She said with a smile, paying attention to Tang Miao's expression, but not noticing Guan Mufeng, who also changed his face.

Tang Miao saw Guan Mufeng's expression change, her eyes lit up, and she smiled at Aunt Liu and said, "What has Ying Ying been busy with lately, she was very idle a while ago, so she asked me to go out shopping." ”

Aunt Liu paused when she hung up her clothes, her voice was not as full of breath as before, and she said with a sigh: "I said that the school has something urgent to do, and I will come over immediately when I am done." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out a paper bag from the bag next to her, took it over, and handed it to Guan Mufeng.

"This is what Miss Qiao specially asked me to give to Mr. Guan. She smiled.

Guan Mufeng looked at the paper bag in her hand, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he reached out to take it for a long time, and said in a low voice: "What did she say when she went home?"

"Yes, I happened to be there, and she said that she would come to the hospital to visit you as soon as she finished dealing with the urgent matters at hand. Aunt Liu hurriedly replied.

Guan Mufeng looked at the paper bag in his hand, pursed his thin lips, and was silent, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Tang Miao's heart sank slightly, and she was about to say something, but Aunt Liu next to her suddenly sighed and said in surprise: "Miss Tang, why is your skirt wet? Oh, it must be very uncomfortable to wear it like this, do you want to go back and change your clothes?"

She swallowed the words that came to her mouth, and reluctantly bent the corners of her mouth towards Aunt Liu: "It's okay, I'll do it in a while." ”

"Miss Tang, thank you for coming to visit me, but wet clothes are definitely uncomfortable, so it's better to go back first." Guan Mufeng suddenly spoke, and said to Aunt Liu, "Aunt Liu, you should go back early, you have worked hard for the past few days." ”

Tang Miao was stunned, lowered her head and didn't answer immediately, Aunt Liu reacted quickly, nodded and agreed: "It's not hard, it's all what I should do." Then I'll go back first. Miss Tang, let's go together, so that Mr. can rest alone for a while. ”

Tang Miao looked at Guan Mufeng, who was silent again at the paper bag, and then at Aunt Liu, who was smiling next to her, took a breath, and nodded with a smile: "Then I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

After speaking, she didn't wait for Aunt Liu, and left the ward with the thermos box.

Aunt Liu didn't care either, pursed her lips, packed up her things and left.

He was the only one left in the ward, and Guan Mufeng was silent for a long time about the paper bag in his hand before he stretched out his fingers to open the seal on it and took out the contents inside.

With just one glance, his face changed.

The heartache, disappointment, and anger that he had tried so hard to ignore and suppress finally erupted from his chest like a volcano at this moment.

His eyes were cold, the back of his hand holding the wooden box was full of green tendons, his face was cloudy, and his expression was terrifying like a storm.

He stood up and walked towards the door of the ward, his steps surprisingly large.