"Ding-dong-"

The phone jumped and rang, it was a warm call.

"I was wrong." As soon as An Nian spoke, tears fell even more fiercely, "I broke his heart." ”

"Nian Nian, Huo Junyuan just can't think about it for a while, give him some time." Warm comfort.

An Nian was like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, she wiped her eyes indiscriminately, "I'll go stew soup, let's not talk about it yet." ”

If she does something wrong, she has to try to make up for it.

In the afternoon, An Nian rushed to the hospital with pork liver soup, and just entered the corridor, when she saw Ouyang Zhenzhen coming out, she felt a "sigh" in her heart, and her mood was extremely complicated.

"Miss An, you're here." Ouyang Zhenzhen shook the lunch box in his hand, "Junyuan just drank the soup." ”

An Nian was stunned for a moment, and forgot his words for a while.

"He's in good spirits, he just needs to be well adjusted." Ouyang Zhenzhen said softly, seeing the thermos bucket that An Nian was carrying, she looked apologetic, "Miss An is really sorry, I didn't know you sent the soup." ”

An Nian smiled reluctantly: "It's okay." ”

"Junyuan wants to eat some fruit, but I'm out of company first." Ouyang Zhenzhen smiled lightly, swayed away, and brushed An Nian's fingers with the hem of his skirt.

The wind pours into the hallway, and the chill from the inside out burrows into every pore of the body.

An Nian slowly walked to the door of the ward, and looked through the window, Huo Junyuan was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, sitting on the bed and typing on the computer, with a solemn expression, as if he had encountered something very difficult.

An Nian raised his hand slightly, wanting to iron out the melancholy between his eyebrows.

Huo Junyuan suddenly raised his head, An Nian was shocked, and he dodged in a hurry, and the soles of his feet were flustered.

He didn't want to see her, what would his expression be if he saw her peeking at him?

An Nian didn't dare to think about it......

For a whole month, An Nian would go to the hospital every day, and he would see Ouyang Zhenzhen every time.

The soup she carried over was always one step slower, and most of her news about Huo Junyuan was actually heard from her mouth.

Ouyang Zhenzhen said that he recovered quickly, and said that he was in good spirits and talkative...... Every word is like an invisible knife piercing the heart.

"Young lady, young master was discharged from the hospital today." Uncle Li said respectfully.

An Nian closed the book in his hand: "Okay." ”

She got up and went upstairs, packed her things, went downstairs with her suitcase, saw Huo Junyuan coming in, and said lightly: "You're back." ”

"Hmm" Huo Junyuan stared at her, his eyes were An Nian's unfamiliar indifference, "You can continue to live here, Uncle Li, go to the seaside villa"

An Nian's heart shrank, and he suddenly looked up at Huo Junyuan, his expression was indifferent, and the strangeness made people feel sad.

One of them is in the living room and the other is on the stairs, and the air in the middle is like a taut string, and if you accidentally touch the road, it will make a deafening noise.

"You can do it yourself, I apologize for what happened that day, I'm sorry" Huo Junyuan said indifferently, he went upstairs, stopped when he passed An Nian, and said in a low voice, "In the past, I did not do well and ignored your emotions, and I will not be in the future." ”

An Nian's eyes tightened, staring at him, as if looking at a complete stranger: "What did you just say?" ”

"I'll come over and pack up my things" Dropping these words, Huo Junyuan went upstairs indifferently.

"Why am I living in your house when you're not there"

"Say it to your own devices"

“…………”

An Nian was sad and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry, she didn't want to be so embarrassed in front of Huo Junyuan.

An Nian clenched her fingers: "I'll go cook, let's leave after eating." ”

Huo Jun was far from answering.

In the kitchen, An Nian bit her lip and chopped vegetables, tears fell uncontrollably, and her vision gradually became blurred, until a dull pain came, and she squatted on the floor with her fingers covered.

"Nian Nian!" Jon reached out to tug at An Nian, "You're hurt!" ”

"I'm fine." An Nian smiled miserably, with tears hanging on her eyelashes, shaky.

Jon was anxious: "Hurry up and wash your hands, I'll help you bandage it." ”

"Go over there." Huo Junyuan pushed Jon away, pinched An Nian's fingers and stretched them out under the faucet to rinse, wiped them dry with a cotton cloth, found a band-aid, and bandaged them neatly.

"Thank you"

"It's okay" Huo Junyuan smiled lightly, like when they first met. An Nian had never been so flustered, she really seemed to be losing him.

The wind blows in from the outside, and the clothes set off by the thin figure are very wide.

"Niannian, are you okay?" Jon asked uncomfortedly.

"It's good." An Nian forced back tears.

After saying that, she turned around and continued to cook with her head down, her sad side face was distressing.

In the study, Huo Junyuan leaned on the chair, looking at the trembling curtains, his eyes were deep.

"Young master, young lady, she ......" Wu Qing was embarrassed, "Are you ......?"

"Do your thing." Huo Junyuan looked at him coldly.

Wu Qing bowed his head: "Yes." ”

It's not that he is fooling the warmth, unless the young master figures it out by himself, no one can help him this time. Yan Bai is a hurdle that the young lady can't cross, and the young master's proud people have begged her to come back like that without success, so is the young master's persistence still meaningful?