Moon Yeong-woo turned his back and turned a blind eye to Lee Soon-gyu's angry curse for the girl who might not be able to sing in the future. The real throat accident is Wen Yanyou, and he is not someone else. If there is one person on this shijie who needs to carry all the damage, that person must be Moon Ye-woo and no one else.

Others will be sad, regretful, unwilling and distressed, including that Kim Taeyeon, who may also feel guilty. But the only one who really has to bear the possibility of a bad throat is Wen Yangyou. Will he not be upset? Won't you be unwilling? Don't feel hesitant and helpless? Of course not. He's just hiding it well. Or maybe they didn't express it so directly like the people in front of them.

But no matter what the outcome, you have to be fair. Be a little more like a man, too. Looking at the fallen leaves falling outside the window, Wen Yangyou curled the corners of his mouth and smiled. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at Lee Soon-gyu, raised her hand, and wiped away the tear stains on her little face that was still in tears: "No...... Don't blame her. Li Shungui was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously closed his small mouth that was still scolding and cursing.

Wen Yanyou smiled, rubbed his throat gently, slowed down his speech, and his voice was hoarse, but the words were clear: "Don't blame her...... It's me...... Hide her ...... first But...... Even if she knew...... And also to make me perform better...... suppressed herself...... Am I going to ...... Are you willing...... I'm a trainee...... She's not...... She's a girl...... I'm not. ”

"But ......," Lee Soon-gyu opened his mouth to say.

Wen Yanyou waved his hand to interrupt her: "Shun Gyu...... To my dad...... I don't want to take any of him...... To a girl who is not a trainee...... Will I ask her to tolerate me? ”

Lee Soon-gyu bit his lip and looked at him with a strange expression. Banxiang pouted and muttered, "Arrogance." ”

Wen Yanyou shook his head with a chuckle, rubbing her hair: "It's not arrogant...... It's pride. ”

Looking at the ceiling, Wen Yanyou pursed the corners of his mouth: "I will ...... in the future Dumb...... I can't even speak...... But be fair...... Don't be angry or even blame others for your misfortune...... Because in that case...... Not only did you lose your throat...... Even people will be exported. ”

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and Lee Soon-gyu just looked at Moon Yeon-woo, feeling that he who was not smiling at this time was more dazzling than when he was laughing. Half-ringing, Wen Yanyou suddenly sat up, got up, got out of bed, and walked towards the balcony. Lee Soon-gyu came back to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Wen Yanyou smiled and looked back: "My voice ...... Broken...... No...... Body. ”

Lee Soon-gyu gave him a blank look and smiled embarrassedly. Moon Yee-woo put his arm around Lee Soon-gyu's shoulders and looked at the scenery outside the window together. Picked up a fallen leaf, which happened to look like a lion. Wen Yanyou handed it to her with a smile, and Li Shungui took it and looked at it, gritted his teeth and patted him. But he didn't throw the fallen leaves, but carefully held them in his hands.

Wen Yanyou leaned on the railing, looked at the scenery outside the hospital with a super beautiful environment, and muttered: "If my voice can't get better in the future, it's just an accident, and I only blame myself for being smart." If my throat can get better......"

Wen Yanyou groaned, and suddenly turned his head to look at Li Shungui: "You give me a witness." I, Wen Yanyou, will definitely win her once. And this time of my treatment was used by her to make up for the gap between me and her when I was a trainee...... Or even a gap at all. ”

Lee Soon-gyu looked at Moon Yee-woo and nodded involuntarily. Wen Yanyou narrowed his smiling eyes and rubbed her hair: "Let's go back...... Aren't you going to prepare for your debut...... I hate you looking at me with pity...... I want you to look like a tsundere. ”

Lee Soon-gyu immediately responded to him, slapped his hand away with a cold face, and slammed his back hard: "Don't touch my head, don't touch it!" Do you want me to lose to you if I don't grow tall, asshole!! ”…,