Gong Fan looked at the door that was slammed, tears fell as if he didn't want money, he had been crying for the past two days, and his eyes that he thought had dried up crying didn't expect that he couldn't help crying at this moment.

is really wronged, this man still lets himself want to understand and then talk to him, think about it, what do you think? Did you think what you did wrong?

In a fit of rage, Gong Fan also slammed the door and went out, not to the bedroom but out of the door.

He Qingyan took a taxi to Mo Shangbei's apartment, and she knew the code on the door and went in directly.

After changing his shoes at the entrance, he entered Mo Shangbei's bedroom lightly.

Looking at the haggard look on the man's face, He Qingyan began to feel distressed, why didn't he find someone to take care of him when he was sick? Why don't you tell yourself?

Standing at the head of the bed, he first looked at the hanging drips, and there were more than half bottles, and then slowly sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to probe the man's forehead.

Xu is hand was cold, and when it touched the man's forehead, the man's slightly frowning brows gradually relaxed, but he didn't wake up.

It was still a little hot, and the feeling of coolness dispelled the heat on his forehead, and it was a little comfortable that soothed his frown.

He Qingyan got up lightly and went to catch the water, soaked in a towel and twisted it, and gently applied it to the man's forehead.

I don't know how many times I changed the towel in one night, and finally touched his body temperature and was not so hot, and the drip was finished, after dealing with all this, He Qingyan yawned, looked at the man's face, and seemed to have eased up, so he was relieved to lie on the side and play a ton.

Mo Shangbei slept very anxiously and uncomfortably this night, but then gradually became comfortable and fell asleep.

He dreamed that He Qingyan was dressed in the glow of the sun, and she came back against the light in a white dress, she smiled at herself, and then took her hand and walked into the white light.

Entering the white light, he found that this seemed to be another world, more like Taoyuan Immortal Valley to be precise.

The people here were full of smiles, and they greeted them warmly, very sincere and satisfied.

followed He Qingyan to a thatched house, there was a woman and a child in it, and when I saw the appearance, I knew that this was He Qingyan's mother, and the child was He Qingfeng when he was a child.

Mo Shangbei sat at the table, He's mother served a plate of delicious and simple dishes, the child followed behind and served the dishes and chopsticks, several people sat around the table, talking and laughing about the recent interesting things, he didn't know why it seemed to be completely integrated into it, and what he said was the truth.

It's a good feeling.

The style of painting changed, suddenly he appeared next to a big river, saw a person struggling in the river, listening to the sound of shouting for help, he knew that it was Qingyan, so he didn't care about it, but for some reason the river seemed to grow countless hands out, stopping him from swimming over, he tried his best to be powerless, he could only watch the people in the river being washed farther and farther away until they disappeared.

"Qingyan!" With a shout, Mo Shangbei woke up from his panic.

He Qingyan, who was awakened by the big move, hurriedly got up and turned on the bedside lamp: "I'm here, what's wrong?" ”

Mo Shangbei looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and instantly held the person in his arms: "You're okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." ”

"What's wrong with you? Having a nightmare? He Qingyan reached out and probed his forehead, wiping the cold sweat on his hand, it seemed that he was really having a nightmare, and it was related to himself.

"Qingyan, shall we get married?" Mo Shangbei was still immersed in the nightmare and couldn't slow down, he felt that the dream was too real, he was afraid, he was afraid that Qingyan would suddenly leave him one day, but he couldn't do anything.