Two days later, in the afternoon—

Wen Niannian had already packed her things and was about to leave this place where the smell of disinfectant water was everywhere.

At this time, she inadvertently planned to pick up her phone and send a message to Yu Moqin, telling him not to pick her up.

Suddenly, a piano recital performance notice popped up on the page, and she always paid more attention to these things, after all, every time she listened to it, it was an auditory feast.

Wen Niannian was attracted by this notice all of a sudden, and for a while she forgot to call Yu Moqin.

She clicked on the purchase interface and found that this concert was tonight, so she bought it without thinking about it.

After the purchase was completed, Wen Niannian slashed Yu Moqin first.

"Wife?" On the other end of the phone, Yu Moqin called Wen Niannian his wife in front of everyone in the office meeting.

This stunned everyone.

"I bought tickets for the concert in the evening, and I'm going to listen to it, so you can take care of a meal by yourself in the evening." Wen Niannian thought that Yu Moqin often worked overtime until late at night before coming back, so there was no need to rush home to accompany him in order to be discharged from the hospital.

"Recitals?" Yu Moqin didn't expect Wen Niannian's hands to go out before they were good, "Your hands are not good yet, if you want to listen to it, invite someone to the house." ”

"......." Immediately, Wen Niannian's face sank, "I won't tell you, I'm still in a hurry to go through the discharge procedures, it's all because you have to let me be hospitalized, it's a lot of trouble!" ”

"Doot-doo-"

Wen Niannian hung up the phone, and soon she went downstairs with her medical records, because of her identity, the discharge procedures were very smooth.

In a few minutes, I was ready to go home with my things.

Just a few steps after Wen Niannian walked out of the hospital gate, a familiar voice stopped her.

"Niannian?"

Wen Niannian turned around, and saw that Mo Yan'an had just parked the car and walked out of the car, and the sunlight poured on his whole face along the way, which was very eye-catching.

She was stunned and asked, "Go to work?" ”

"Yes, if you can invite me to Yu's house, I can not go to work." Mo Yan'an smiled evilly.

Where does Wen Niannian still not understand what kind of wishful thinking he is making?

Isn't it just the chef who is plotting Yu Moqin's "airlift" over?!

"You're thinking about beauty, but unfortunately, Yu Moqin and I are not at home tonight." While speaking, Wen Niannian also deliberately made a special appearance of wanting to invite Mo Yan'an to be a guest, but unfortunately the sky was not helpful.

Mo Yan'an saw the luggage in Wen Niannian's hand, and then remembered that today was the day she was discharged from the hospital, and remembered that when Yu Moqin called to arrange a ward for herself a few days ago, it was a worry.

Who would have thought that Wen Niannian would just hurt his hand.

"Looks like you're recovering well, and you can joke about it."

"I'm fine," Wen Niannian muttered to herself, and she became angry when she thought of Yu Moqin's exaggeration, "Next time, you must not open the back door for Yu Moqin again, he will let me be hospitalized if I have a little bit of serious illness and pain, and if I stay in the hospital for two more days, the disinfectant water will be pickled!" ”

What metaphor?!

Together with Wen Niannian, he treats himself as a piece of meat?

These words couldn't help but amuse Mo Yan'an, and then he exchanged a few more words with Wen Niannian, and the two waved goodbye.

But what he didn't notice was that behind the stone pillar next to the hospital gate, there was a pair of sad eyes looking at the two of them.

The emotion in those eyes seemed to be pain, as if it was love.

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