Wei An's body slammed against the wall, his face swept a fragile pale, and he tilted his head and closed his eyes. The breath that can't be calmed makes the heart beat in an uneasy rhythm.

After the door of the ward was opened, Chen Zhaoheng looked at the doctor's face, and a bad premonition rose in his heart, "How is she?" ”

"The situation is not good," the doctor said embarrassed, "and the specific situation will have to wait for a detailed report, but ......"

The doctor who examined An Yang recognized Chen Zhaoheng as the director of this hospital, and gasped with difficulty, "Her physical condition is not formed overnight, and the coarse cloth should have been two months." ”

Two months?! When Chen Zhaoheng heard this point in time, he said in a trembling voice: "Isn't it okay to recuperate?" ”

"If it were a human being, I'm afraid I would have ...... it a long time ago" did not make it clear, the doctor was really unsure, whether Anyang's current situation had anything to do with the person in front of him.

The doctor said a few words later, but Chen Zhaoheng couldn't hear it anymore.

He walked straight into the ward, where the person on the bed had just undergone a series of examinations, and his pale face exuded a dull air of death.

Chen Zhaoheng seemed to look at An Yang seriously for the first time, and his eyes fell on her facial features without blinking.

The picture in his memory floated clearly in his mind, and he had never seen An Yang smile since he became his bodyguard......

Even if there was a shallow smile in the back, it was also purposeful to appease, but it was such a person, from the two of them who had gone off the rails, quietly entered his heart.

Swindler......

Thief......

Two labels were attached to An Yang's body, and he tightened his lips and hugged the person into his arms.

Even if the reality is clearly in front of him, he still can't let go, he can't let go for a long time...... Even all the falsehoods of the other party have become the only sustenance in my heart at this time.

"You'll be fine, no one has ever dared to disobey me."

A low voice fell on his ears, and in a tingling itch, An Yang slowly opened his eyes.

The silver-white hair was in a trance, and she resisted the urge to push the person away, and her voice was hoarse, "It turned out to be you." ”

Chen Zhaoheng's body stiffened obviously, put away his fragile body, he lowered his eyes, and smiled bitterly: "It's not me, who else do you want?" ”

Feeling An Yang's action of wanting to break free, he slowly let go of his hand.

He thought he was mentally prepared, and no matter what Anyang said or did, he chose to compromise.

But this sentence didn't work, he couldn't stand the gentleness she gave to the mermaid named Andrew.

However, in the next second, he heard An Yang say, "I thought I was ...... in a dream."

He didn't want to be amorous, but when the faded cold eyes reflected his embarrassment, he couldn't help but kiss those eyes.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, scratching under his lips, and the itch spread all the way to his heart, making the blood in his whole body finally warm.

"It's not a dream, it's me who picked you up."

Until the softness in his eyes left, An Yang's voice choked up, "Don't be angry with them, I'll go by myself." I want to come back to you, but I can't do it......"

Chen Zhaoheng's gaze couldn't help but soften, although An Yang's words were very messy, he just understood the meaning inside.

"Don't worry, you can say it anytime in the future," he tried his best to calm An Yang's emotions, "They're all fine, I don't want to pursue it." ”