"Brother Shen?"

"Make a statement," he sighed heavily, and added, "I'll leave when her agent comes." ”

"Okay."

Sheng Jiashen's throat was a little bitter, and after hanging up the phone, he walked into the ward again.

Only this time his steps were very heavy, and he sat down on the edge of the hospital bed again, looking at the girl on the hospital bed with a somewhat complicated gaze.

He recalled carefully, in the past half a year, his mentality has been changing, but she seems to have always regarded him as an idol and has never changed.

The phone flashed again, and he clicked on WeChat, which was a photo sent by Gu Hanguang who was afraid that he would not believe it.

It's an obviously secretly taken photo, half of her side face, editing Weibo with her head down, it's the Weibo ID and avatar he just saw: you know what you know.

Sheng Jiashen locked the screen of his phone.

The timeline seemed to suddenly coincide, and he even understood at once why she had agreed to marry him.

As mentioned in the trumpet Weibo, accept the offer.

After she left the girl group, she was indeed with Chen Zhimo, and the two got along in private, he knew it, but he never thought about it.

Now thinking back to her birthday, she didn't expect him to come at first, and he still used the name of visiting Xie Zhixiu at that time, and she accompanied Chen Zhimo to visit the film and television city for an afternoon the next day.

Later, when she went back before she finished, he seemed to be aware of his thoughts, so he left the hotel in a hurry.

Sheng Jiashen raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and sighed heavily.

It was himself who did not follow the agreement.

Has she been waiting for next March, divorced him, this marriage that no one knows, and then, standing next to that person, the person she has liked for many years......

"Brother, am I asleep again?" Zhao Qiqi was groggy, she always felt dizzy, it might be the sequelae of the drug, she woke up again and still had no strength.

"Hmm." Sheng Jia looked at her with dark eyes.

Zhao Qiyi didn't notice anything, just turned his face to look out the window and asked, "What time is it?" Have you been here all along? If you're busy, you can go first, what about Wang Qiu? ”

"I'm leaving." As he spoke, he didn't move, but suddenly asked, "Do you have a habit of playing trumpets?" ”

"Huh?"

"Weibo."

"Y-Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Zhao Qiqi was taken aback, her brain was still dizzy, and she thought that he had discovered her trumpet, she was not reserved in her blog recently, and every sentence was with her husband, a trace of shyness flashed on her face, and her eyes didn't dare to look at him.

But this look fell in Sheng Jiashen's eyes, and it was also the most real reaction.

He understood, and didn't ask any further.

"I'm leaving." He got up and turned his gaze away from her lightly, "Next time, don't go to that kind of place recklessly." ”

"Okay, I remember."

"Hmm." Sheng Jiashen couldn't help it, he looked at her deeply, he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

So be it, thankfully, he didn't say anything.

Zhao Qiqi always felt that he was weird, in the past, when he left, he would always touch her hair, but now he didn't.

She sat up with her still dizzy head and called out to him: "Brother, you are on a business trip in S City, how many days will it take?" ”

Sheng Jia sank his head and said in a very light voice: "Go back today." ”

"Ah...... "Are you going back today?"

She still has commercials to shoot and can't go back with him.

She pursed her lips and asked again, "Brother, you said yesterday that you have something to tell me when you come back." ”