I glanced at Zhao Miao: "I'll accompany Miao Miao."

Han Mo nodded, his gaze stopped on me for a few seconds, and then glanced at Zhao Miao: "Then I'll go first."

"I'll send you?"

This is the first time I have been so polite to Han Mo, and I regretted it as soon as I said it.

He looked at me and suddenly smiled, not sarcastically, but very sincerely: "No need."

With that, he turned and left.

I didn't even rethink that smile from his smile now, and the others left.

"Fu Yao."

Zhao Miao suddenly opened her mouth and called me, and I woke up at this time, and hurriedly looked back at her: "Are you hungry?" You like to eat chicken porridge, I'll feed you. ”

She shook her head: "I don't have an appetite, don't eat it first."

I paused as I flipped through the plastic bag, looked at her and nodded, "Okay, then do you want to drink some water?"

Her lips were dry and lackluster, which made her face even paler.

Zhao Miao finally nodded, there was a kettle on the bedside table, I took a cup and filled it for her, it was very hot, so I could only put it aside first: "Wait first."

She nodded, not in a hurry, her gaze fell on my face, obviously having something to say.

I pursed my lips and didn't speak, looking at her and waiting for her to speak

"Between you Han Mo, it's nothing, right?"

She looked up at me, her eyes lacking their former brilliance, desperate and persistent when she looked for me.

"What can I have with him, nothing before, what can I have now."

I don't know why, I don't dare to look at Zhao Miao's eyes.

Zhao Miao smiled bitterly: "It's good, Yaoyao, it's good."

As she spoke, a tear oozed directly from the corner of her eye.

I've never seen such a Zhao Miao, this kind of Zhao Miao makes me very uncomfortable, I don't know what to say, what to say, it's so uncomfortable.

"I'll go fill you with some cold water."

I touched the cup with water next to me, the water in it was still so hot, and I glanced at Zhao Miao, her lips were already dry and peeling.

Zhao Miao didn't open his mouth to answer my question, and I didn't ask any more, and walked out with a cup.

When I saw Han Mo, my whole body froze: "Han Mo, why are you here?"

He looked down at me with a look in his eyes that seemed to swallow me, and I was completely weak in the bottom of my heart.

It took several seconds before Han Mo spoke: "Answered the phone and left."

I nodded, watched him turn and leave.

He glanced at me before leaving, and I always felt that the emotions in Han Mo's eyes were a little wrong, but I couldn't say anything specific, I only knew that his eyes were quite scary.

Zhao Xu didn't know how to know about Zhao Miao, we had just finished breakfast, he came, standing at the door, very embarrassed.

I looked at him, my face was cold, but I couldn't say anything, after all, I am not the protagonist, how to treat Zhao Xu, it depends on Zhao Miao.

"Get out!"

Zhao Miao's attitude was very crisp, and it made me feel distressed.

She didn't look at Zhao Xu, and her voice was as cold as the melting snow in the cold winter of the month.

"Zhao Miao, I want to talk to you."

Zhao Xu looked at me, the meaning was obvious, and asked me to give them private space.

Zhao Miao's body is still very weak, and I can't control the affairs between Zhao Xu and her, but if Zhao Miao doesn't want to see him, I naturally won't be this so-called "good person." ”

I didn't speak, and turned my head to look at Zhao Miao.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Xu's gaze was very cold, I hadn't seen me: "What else is there to talk about, haven't you already talked about everything you can talk about?" Or did Zhao Gongzi think that I, Zhao Miao, were stupid, and thought of a more intimate excuse to fool me? ”

Zhao Miao has already talked about this, besides, she only had a uterine clearance operation last night, and she is weak at this time, although the momentum of the words is there, but her face is obviously a little weaker.

Her meaning is so obvious, it is impossible for me not to understand, so I stretched out my hand and made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Xu: "Zhao Gongzi, Miao Miao has just had surgery, you should raise your noble hand."

"Fu Yao, I-"

He looked at me, and the plea in his eyes was palpable.

I just thought it was funny.

Are all men like this? There was not even a shadow when the accident happened, and when it was over, I thought about coming over to apologize and relent, trying in vain to turn things over like this.

I really don't know what happened between Zhao Xu and Zhao Miao, and I can't comment on who is right and who is wrong, but it is a man who lets his man miscarry, this matter is enough to sentence Zhao Xu to death.

I grimaced, "Zhao Gongzi." ”

Zhao Miao turned her back to us, Zhao Xu glanced at it, and finally left.

I personally sent him out of the door, and before closing the door, he was unwilling to resist the door: "Fu Yao, you take good care of her."

I held back a fire in my heart, but I couldn't let it out, and when I heard his words, I couldn't help but feel a little heavier: "Don't worry, Zhao Gongzi, no matter how bad I am, I won't put Zhao Miao in the hospital again."

His face turned pale, apparently stabbed by my words.

Zhao Xu left, I looked at Zhao Miao's back, didn't speak, stood by the door and watched the people coming and going.

It was the only peace and comfort I could give her.

After two days in the hospital, Zhao Miao was reluctant to live any longer, saying that she was going to be discharged from the hospital, looking for a job, and several siblings in the family were waiting for her to save for the next academic year's tuition.

I couldn't protect myself, my grandmother's medical expenses had just been paid, and I didn't even have 500 yuan left in my hand, so I wanted to help, but I couldn't help at all.

The two of us have similar personalities, although Zhao Miao is with Zhao Xu, Zhao Xu doesn't want her to work part-time, but she doesn't want to always ask for Zhao Xu's money, and Zhao Xu will always take some private work without telling it.

Zhao Miao is better than me, I can only sing, I am good-looking, and short-tempered. But she is different, she can write scripts, and although the price is very low when she takes on the job in private, she can still get a script for thousands of yuan.

But none of those scripts were signed in her name, I watched Zhao Miao stay up all night every time she wrote a script, but in the end she only got so many thousand yuan, and even the name was someone else's, so I felt uncomfortable.

This society is like this, you don't have money, especially when you need money, you have to let others hold you down.

Zhao Miao said that the most important thing now is survival, not life, yes, survival.

In order to survive, I had a fever of 39 degrees, and I had to sit in the middle of the small singing stand and continue to sing.

In the past few days, I took care of Zhao Miao, I didn't rest well, I didn't pay attention to the bath last night and fell asleep directly, but I woke up and found that I had a fever.

Zhao Miao's movements were very fast, and I don't know where she got in touch with her, anyway, just the day after she was discharged from the hospital, she came back with more than a dozen books, saying that she had received the scripts of two micro-movies, one was fifteen minutes, ten thousand, and one was twenty minutes, twenty-five thousand.

But the subject matter is not what she is good at, she has to make up for it.

I looked at her and was really envious, what I hated most since I was a child was reading books, otherwise my grades in culture would not be so bad.

She was very busy, and I didn't dare to tell her, thinking that when I went back tonight, I would find a 24-hour convenience store to buy a fever reducer to eat, and just get some sleep.

I just didn't expect that I would faint directly, and I didn't expect that the person the boss found for me was Han Mo.

My remark to Han Mo was "so-and-so", and I guess there was some misunderstanding, so I called Han Mo over.

When I woke up, I was still in Han Mo's car, he was wearing quite formal clothes, I rubbed my temples and glanced at him sideways, my vision was not very real, I squinted my eyes and asked through the colorful light that came in through the car window, "Why are you?"

He turned his head to look at me, hooked the corners of his lips and sneered: "It's not me, who do you want to be?"

“……”

He choked me like this, and I didn't know what to say.

Han Mo liked to laugh very much when he was a murderer, but that smile didn't have half a point of warmth, and it pierced into people's bones, which made people very uncomfortable.

Now Han Mo is like this, I think if I dare to talk back, I guess I will feel better in this end. So I shut up in amusement, said nothing, and sat quietly.

When his hand reached out, I grabbed my head and looked at him stupidly.

There was a red light in front of me, and Han Mo looked at me sideways, his face stinky like a toilet: "You want to fry eggs with your forehead?"

I raised my hand and touched my forehead, feeling weak: "It's not so exaggerated."

In the next second, he directly reached out and grabbed my hand, "Is it exaggerated?" ”

His hand was cold, pressed against my palm.

I don't know if it's a fever, I think my reaction is a little sluggish, and it took a few seconds before I remembered to withdraw my hand, "It's your cold hand." ”

"You're amazing, you're about to burn into a fool, and you still want to sing, and you're so short of money?"

I was stunned, and I wanted to say yes, I just lacked money. But when the words came to my lips, I finally held back, watched the green light in front of me light up, and said leisurely: "The green light is on."

Han Mo glared at me, trembling with anger, "Fu Yao, you burned your brain, right?" ”

Looking at his angry appearance, I couldn't help but hook my lips and smile.

When the car stopped, I was shaken, a little dizzy, and when I woke up, Han Mo had already arrived next to the car door, stretched out his hand to pull the car door, and looked straight at me: "It's time to the hospital, come out quickly."

I nodded, unbuckled my seatbelt and lifted my legs out of the car.

When it was dark in front of me, I subconsciously grabbed something, and when Han Mo's hand reached over, I directly grabbed it tightly.

I don't know if it's because of illness, but it's the first time I feel so hypocritical: "Han Mo, I'm a little uncomfortable."