Li Weiwei squatted down in front of An Yixi and comforted: "Xiaoxi, don't worry, maybe you don't?" Wait until the results of the examination are out. ”

An Yixi raised her head, tears still hanging on her face.

Li Weiwei took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to An Yixi, "I believe the result is not as bad as I thought." ”

An Yixi also hopes so.

She went to the window to have her blood drawn, mainly to check for HIV antibodies, and the results did not come out until half an hour later.

Li Weiwei waited with her in the rest area.

An Yixi sat alone on the chair, her head bowed, her hair covering her face, Li Weiwei knew that she was sad, but she didn't know what else to do except wait with her.

In fact, death is not terrible, you die in an instant, and you can't feel the pain.

The scary thing is knowing that I am dying, and that mental process is the most painful.

Li Weiwei has always been a casual person, she will do it when she thinks of it, and she will not consider the consequences, she feels that such a lonely and uncomfortable An Yixi is too pitiful.

Li Weiwei walked into the corner and took out her mobile phone, Fu Liyan called her yesterday, so she had Fu Liyan's caller ID on her mobile phone.

The phone rang three times, but was cut off by Fu Liyan, and a minute later, Li Weiwei received a text message from Fu Liyan on her mobile phone.

"In a meeting, if there is no important matter, sorry, I don't have time to answer."

This text message is cool and very domineering, like the image given by Fu Liyan himself. Decisive, sharp, and impersonal.

Li Weiwei sighed, her fingers crackling on her phone.

"Xiaoxi is now in the lounge on the fourth floor of the emergency building of the First People's Hospital, she is sad now, can you come?" Li Weiwei edited it and sent it over.

The text message came back in ten seconds.

"I'll come right over."

Li Weiwei looked at the text message sent by Fu Liyan, and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Fortunately, Xiaoxi is special to Fu Liyan, perhaps, there is a place in the heart of that cold man for An Yixi.

Li Weiwei looked at An Yixi's lonely figure.

The name in her heart that was originally biased towards Ouyang Hanmo was gradually biased towards Fu Liyan.

In fifteen minutes, Fu Liyan arrived at the door of the lounge on the fourth floor.

He saw An Yixi hanging his head, motionless, like some kind of sad little animal.

Li Weiwei saw Fu Liyan coming over, glanced at An Yixi, stood in the corner, and did not pass.

Fu Liyan sat down beside An Yixi.

An Yixi saw a pair of Cheng Liang's leather shoes and ironed straight trousers, and a familiar feeling enveloped her.

An Yixi slowly raised his head, seeing Fu Liyan's cold, noble and resolute face full of abstinence/lust at this moment, how could he come before his mind worked, and when he saw him, his eyes turned red first.

Fu Liyan looked down at her, his deep eyes showed concern, he stretched out his left hand and pressed her shoulder, hugged her in his arms, and asked in a deep voice full of magnetism, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

At that moment, An Yixi's tense feelings all collapsed, and he took the initiative to lean into Fu Liyan's arms, and the tears that had been stubbornly left in his eyes flowed out.

"Fu Liyan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." An Yixi said.

Fu Liyan sensed her abnormality and frowned, "What's wrong?" What are you sorry for? ”

An Yixi lifted Lihua's tearful face, her eyes became red from crying, but she wanted to speak and stopped, and she couldn't bear to tell Fu Liyan.