He raised his hand and rubbed his temples as he looked at me and said, "Inside the hospital."

When I walked out of the hotel, I found that it was already dark, and I had slept for more than ten hours.

When I arrived at the hospital, Han Mo fell asleep again, but Li Qian said that he woke up several times halfway, but he woke up not long after, probably due to the effect of the drug, and he fell asleep again in less than an hour.

Han Mo's car accident was very serious this time, and he was lucky to pick up a life.

Seven ribs were broken, three surgeries were done alone, moderate concussion, and a comminuted fracture of the right leg.

It had been a week since he was transferred to the general ward, and Han Mo could say a word or two, but it was all intermittent, and he could only eat some liquid food.

I heard that Li Qian hired a nurse for him, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't eat anything.

Later, when I went to see him, he intermittently said that he wanted me to accompany him, and that if he didn't accompany him, he wouldn't eat.

Han Mo is like this, even though he can't move while lying on the hospital bed now, he can still easily press me under the palm of his hand.

It was probably this car accident that really scared me, and many things that I thought I couldn't forgive and couldn't see suddenly became less serious.

I thought about a lot of things during the two nights I watched him, and I don't know why he was actually never good to me, but I seemed to identify with this person, even if I didn't want to be with him, I still couldn't help but love him.

Seriously, today, I don't think I can make the same decision as I did back then.

The Han Mo I saw during this time was the most fragile Han Mo I had seen in so long, because he couldn't move, he could only urinate and urinate in bed, he had to be fed for food, and even he had to have someone else to drink water.

People are really fragile sometimes, and you never know what the person who is standing in front of you one second will become the next.

In mid-September, Han Mo was finally able to speak, but he couldn't get out of bed and walk yet, but he was barely able to go to the bathroom.

The two programs in the first two months have also been broadcast, and the effect is better than Xue Jiaying imagined, and the company said that it would hold a star concert, which was in City A, arranged on the National Day, and let me also participate.

"I won't be here after tomorrow."

I opened my mouth with my head down as I peeled the apple, without looking up at him.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist and pulled me, "Where are you going?"

I shook my hand, threw away his hand, cut the peeled apple into pieces and put it on the plate next to me, put the knife away, and then turned my head to look at him and said: "There is a star concert on the National Day of City A, the company asked me to participate, and I am going to start rehearsals."

"What do you have to rehearse for a concert, and you don't go to the circus, you have to cooperate."

You see, after suffering such a big loss, Han Mo still hasn't learned to be gentle.

I slipped a piece of apple into his mouth, a little disgusted: "You're not a three-year-old child, and you still need someone to stay by the bed."

His face suddenly turned blue: "Fu Yao, you are so ruthless, my chest still hurts now, you don't care about me?"

I couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't the doctor say that it was much better when he checked it yesterday?" You'll be discharged in a little while! ”

"I broke seven ribs! Not hair! Fu Yao, you can be a little more ruthless! ”

I pursed my lips, looked at him and sighed slightly: "I may have to release an album a year ago, Xue Jiaying also took over two programs, I-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he suddenly pulled me over and kissed him without saying a word, and I wanted to push him away, but I didn't dare to move him at all when I saw the bandage wrapped around his chest.

I could only wait for him to let go of me.

It's like I don't know how to be satisfied, as if I know that I won't push him away, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch.

I finally couldn't take it anymore and raised my hand and pinched the back of his hand.

Han Mo finally loosened his lips, but the hand that was pressing on my back still didn't take it away.

The other hand held the hand I had just pinched the back of his hand and put it in his hand, his thumb rubbed the scar on the back of my hand for a while, and his head was attached to the side of my ear like a child: "Fu Yao, can't you forgive me yet?"

Except for that sorry, I had never heard Han Mo say such desperately, just like the person hanging from the cliff, his arm had already held on to the point that he had no strength, so he opened his mouth to leave the last word.

I just felt a little hot in my eyes, blinked my eyes, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly he spoke again: "Forget it, don't talk about it."

As he spoke, he let go of me and looked sideways at the sky outside, his thin side face with a rare loneliness.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad when I looked at it.

I raised my hand to cover my eyes, not wanting the tears to fall.

No one in the room spoke, only the sound of the two of us breathing.

I always felt like I should say something, but I didn't know what I should say.

All of a sudden, he turned his head to look at me, because of the car accident, his whole body had lost a lot of weight, and his face seemed to have only bones, and he didn't look like he had any energy at all, only his dark eyes.

Now those dark eyes look at me, and it looks like a bottomless sea, and I can't explore it.

After about three or four seconds, his lips moved: "Fu Yao, I won't force you."

He looked at me and didn't say this with any anger.

I don't know why, but my heart seems to have stopped. Then the thin pain began to spread, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

I looked at him and said "Oh."

I don't know what else I'm able to say other than the word.

He finally stopped pushing me, and was finally willing to let go as I wished, and now the choice is in my hands. Or, in fact, there is no choice, he has already let go.

For almost a year, he was basically holding me tightly, and I never looked back. Now that he's let go, as long as I keep going, he won't chase after me.

It's just different from what I imagined, not so relaxed and not so happy.

It was as if my heart was being pressed by something, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

I nodded again, "Oh."

Then he stood up with his bag in his hand: "I'll go first."

"Fu Yao."

When I got to the door, he suddenly stopped and I looked back at him with a stunned expression.

"Come here."

He raised his hand and beckoned gently, then lowered his head and came out of the drawer with something he didn't know what he had taken from.

I walked over with my leg raised, and he reached out and pulled me, and pressed me to sit on the edge of the bed, and before I could react, his neck felt a slight cold.

The necklace that I sold twice reappeared on my neck at some point, and I reached out and touched it, a little incredulous.

He suddenly opened his hand and hugged me into his arms, and pressed it stiffly: "Fu Yao, I won't force you, don't fight with me, okay?"

In the past, he had always spoken to me from above, but now he said it with a bit of helpless connivance.

I raised my hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes, biting my lip and crying uncontrollably: "When did I fight with you, you are always like this, Han Mo, you are always so self-righteous!"

But he said it so reluctantly, but he didn't dare to let go of his hand at all.

I don't want to let go, not at all.

No matter how uneasy I am, I won't be more uncomfortable than if he left me.

He didn't refute me this time, just raised his hand and covered the back of my head, lowered his head and kissed me in the eyes: "Well, I'm self-righteous, you didn't have a hard time, then don't torture me anymore."

I don't think I can really ask too much, what kind of person Han Mo is, in the past ten years, I have already known him clearly.

If he can say such a compromise today, I think I am the only one who can make him say such a thing.

What Xu Ran, what Ye Zhiqiu, all go to hell.

He moved slightly, looked down at me, held my face and wiped the tears on my face little by little, and my deep eyes reflected my face that had no beauty at all: "If you lose it again, I won't care, Fu Yao."

A voice like a sigh sounded in my ears, and I froze for a moment, knowing that he was punning on it.

I didn't speak, and he didn't let go.

The awkward hug made me a little tired, but I still didn't want to let go.

He had never hugged me so quietly and gently, it was like a dream.

I don't know how long it took, his voice came again, it was not very loud, but it was enough for me to hear it clearly: "I'm sorry, Fu Yao."

My heart froze, and I raised my hand to hold his face and kissed him.

I knew from the moment he said he loved me, and he wasn't better off losing that child.

I just can't pass my own level, and I can't pass Ye Zhiqiu's level.

At first, I took the initiative, but then the wolf-like person became him, and I was shocked when the cold hand fell on my chest, and hurriedly pressed his hand from the hem of his clothes: "You are crazy!"

He looked at me and whispered a foul word.

I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at him, he suddenly pulled me down and took my earlobe in his mouth, and then bit it hard, "Sooner or later, clean you up." ”

"Hiss~!"

He really bit hard, and I couldn't help but gasp.

After hearing his words, he felt that the whole person was hot, and pushed him and scolded: "Hooligans!"

"Snort, if I don't rogue you another day, you'll have to cry, Fu Yao!"

It's the first time I've seen someone say such a fresh and refined way of playing hooligans: "Get out!"