Su Qihua's hand moved slightly, and after a long while, he understood the meaning of Wen's words, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

"Today, Saturday." You don't have to go to work at all, what's the hurry.

"It's the weekend."

Immediately, she frowned again, with a little dissatisfaction, as if she was accusing Su Qihua of being intimate, if she had known earlier that it was the weekend, she wouldn't have to get up early, how good it would be to sleep lazily.

Su Qihua felt the silence at that end, and couldn't help but moan, sighing in his heart for this guy's confusion, "What, shouldn't you be lying on the bed now?" "Judging from his understanding of the past, it should be.

So although I made an appointment to review her life today, considering that she had just started work and her body might be a little tired, I deliberately delayed the time a little later so that she could sleep a little longer.

Just what's going on now?

Su Qihua has already guessed most of it.

It should be, it's quite stupid to forget about the weekend and get up early to wait for him.

Wen didn't want to communicate with Su Qihua anymore, because he was speechless, so he simply hung up the phone and started his own business.

Su Qihua opened his mouth and was about to say something, when he saw the reminder that the call was over, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, it seemed that he was annoyed, and he didn't call back, and let him make a little fuss for a while.

Although he was messing around, he also felt very warm in his heart.

After all, for so many years, how many people dare to lose their temper in front of him? At most, it's just a trend of inflammation, and he doesn't like it.

Maybe it's because Wen only treats him as an ordinary person. revealed his true character, which made Su Qihua take a few more looks, and then fell in love at first sight.

After hanging up the phone. I didn't feel much sleepy, so I just lay on the computer desk and coded the words.

Because it was a more debauched relationship on the weekend, she wrote slowly and leisurely, and the manuscript was enough to support a few days anyway, and she was still really not afraid of anything.

Until a phone call came in and disrupted her thoughts.

I didn't look at the caller ID when I looked at it, so I connected the phone directly. Su Qihua secretly said a few words in his heart, and the kung fu on his mouth did not fall, "The baby is coding words." What's up? Her voice was bulging, obviously still awkward.

There was silence for a moment.

It's a little uncomfortable.

According to Su Qihua's character, he shouldn't smile at her, and then speak leisurely without care. Say what, go ahead and stuff like that.

What's the matter with so much silence. Could it be that her tone is not quite right?

Song Xingchen's fingertips holding the mobile phone were slightly white, and a small fruit knife was placed beside him, which was very sharp, and his voice was very natural and relaxed. "Okay, then you can keep busy."

That being said. But the always sick and pale face carried a little disappointment that could not be concealed, as if it was really stimulated by something.

His somewhat sad gaze sprinkled on the pure white sheets, making him even more lonely and helpless.

was stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked at the phone screen again, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

It turned out that it was Song Xingchen who called, and she didn't even look at it, so she subconsciously thought that it was Su Qihua calling, so she spoke in such a tone.

It's just that fortunately, Song Xingchen didn't see anything wrong, and he still had such a weak voice, which was no different from the past.

Thinking of this, Wen Gu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became enthusiastic, and he judged Fang Cai as if the two of them, "What's wrong with you?" How's your body doing? After reviewing it, he found that he seemed to rarely ask Song Xingchen.

Song Xingchen's eyes flashed with surprise at the end of the ward, and then he sighed almost invisibly, his eyes fell on the back of his hand, and there were traces left by the infusion everywhere, "It's nothing, I suffered a little injury." With that, he glanced at his arm again, thinking about where to make some wounds.

You can't be too strict, but you should also make you nervous.

After all, he had been waiting in the hospital for several days, but he hadn't waited for anything, and the feeling of being alone made him feel flustered.

Obviously, no matter how busy you are at work, you can make a phone call to express your condolences, right?

But there was nothing.

Sure enough, as Song Xingchen expected, Wen Gu's voice was a little nervous and caring, and his tone became hurried, as if he was worried that something would happen to Song Xingchen.

The corners of Song Xingchen's mouth, which was originally tightly pursed, were slightly upturned, with an extremely soft arc, which made him even more weak.

Wen Gu frowned, brewed the feelings in his heart, and then continued to ask Song Xingchen, as if to know the details, "Has the wound been treated?" Because of the trust between each other for many years, I only thought that Song Xingchen was really accidentally injured, and I didn't care about thinking about anything else.

After all, the body is the most important thing, isn't it?

However, Song Xingchen grasped this point.

Since Wen Gu began to ask, he was naturally willing to accompany him, raised his eyes and looked at the fruit knife beside him, and spoke silently, "I accidentally got my arm when I was peeling fruit." He deliberately kept things simple, so that it would be easier to create wounds later.

In the eyes of the review, this is a deliberate concealment.

It seems to be blurring things up, deliberately not letting her know more.

What Wen didn't notice was that if Song Xingchen really didn't want her to know, why did he make such a phone call, it was obviously deliberate.

But Wen didn't care about the details.

Wen frowned, and he was stunned for a while, and then continued to ask, "Has the wound been treated?" This sentence was said once before Wen Shu, but Song Xingchen only said the origin of the wound, which made Wen Su feel a little weird in his heart.

Why not answer?

There was a long silence on the other end.

The expression on Wen Gu's face became more and more ugly, how could she think that Song Xingchen didn't need her to take care of it before?

You can be injured in the hospital, the last time it was bruised, this time it bleeds.

"Answer." Her voice was a little colder, as if she was really starting to squeal.

The corners of Song Xingchen's mouth at the other end were crooked, and there was a little more warmth in his eyes, he shook his head, thinking that only in this way could he feel that Wen Gu cared about him, so he took a deep breath before he spoke, "Not yet." "If he replied as soon as he opened his mouth, then it would be too deliberate.

So Song Xingchen chose such a means.

Even he himself felt a little despicable and shameless, but it was worth it.

Anyway, his body is already like this, and it doesn't matter if he adds some new injuries that are innocuous to him.

(To be continued.) )