The sensitive Zhang Meiling, how could she not see that she must be thinking about something.

He narrowed his eyes, and his somewhat pale lips closed one by one.

"Did you know I came here to do something?"

She stared at Abigail closely, not missing a single hole or detail in her face.

Zhang Meiling saw the panic on her face, as well as the caution that was about to be revealed, Abigail had to hurriedly lower her head and hide all her expressions.

"I ...... I do not know! ”

Abigail retorted.

But at this time, she was too flustered to make people believe what she said.

Zhang Meiling also glanced at it, but she was not in a hurry to expose her lies, but said slowly.

"Really?"

Like a chick pecking rice, she nodded hurriedly, and the frequency was very fast.

"Then you ......"

As she spoke, Zhang Meiling observed her expression.

Suddenly, the conversation changed.

"Well, I won't force you to say it, anyway, sooner or later, I'll know everything."

Zhang Meiling hooked her lips, lay back on the hospital bed, and pulled on her quilt.

Coming back to his senses, Abigail was a little annoyed.

If she had told the truth just now, maybe Zhang Meiling would have gone to find Lu Jiachen, in this way, she would definitely stay and not go back.

At that time, she will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

But in fact, Abigail can't guarantee that when Zhang Meiling knows that she came here for Lu Jiachen, and that there is still a Xu Xiaoxing by Lu Jiachen's side, she is willing to stay and continue to pursue him.

After all, Zhang Meiling's three views were so badly ruined in the past, and they were all misled by someone in the past year.

"There's no hot water left, I'll go out and pour you some hot water."

Abigail walked to the kettle in a daze, picked it up, and found it empty, and there was no hot water in it.

spoke, she pointed to the door, explained to Zhang Meiling, and said.

"Okay."

Nodding, Zhang Meiling waved her hand and motioned for her to go and come back quickly.

Abigail walked out of the room, and the sound of the door closing made Smith's ears stand up as he sat outside.

Raised his head and looked over.

Turning around, Abigail just happened to crash into his eye.

A flush slowly crept up on his face, and Abigail became shy, but he was reluctant to look away.

I don't know where she heard the sentence, she remembered that the longer two people look at each other, the more they love each other.

At this point, Abigail's mind was thinking, did Smith actually like her too?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stared at her so directly.

Smith came back to his senses, turned his face away, and stood up.

The two men looked at each other for so long, not noticing at all that the door of the ward had been opened open and a pair of eyes were staring at them.

"I'll go fight."

As soon as he saw the kettle in her hand, Smith immediately knew that she wanted to get hot water, and walked over, stretched out his arm, and waited for her to pass it over.

He shook his head slightly, and the flush on his face had not yet receded.

"No need, I'll just go by myself."

After saying that, he seemed to be afraid that he would snatch his water bottle, so he quickly bypassed him and ran away.

The door to the hospital room slowly closed as she left, and Smith looked at Abigail's back for a long time before turning his head.

After thinking about it, he pushed open the door to the hospital room.

"Huh?"

Inside, Zhang Meiling was holding her mobile phone, not knowing what she was swiping, and she was having fun.

Hearing the sound of someone opening the door, she looked up and took a look.

"I'm back."

The three words are plain, but they give people a kind of tenderness, just like the three words spoken by the husband who is waiting to come home at home.

Nodding, Smith walked over to her.

"What happened just now, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, the emotions may be a little too excited."

Opening, Zhang Meiling apologized and said.

"It's okay, I was a little too excited just now."

Smiling, Smith spoke.

"But ......"

Hesitantly, her face was obviously hiding a lot of things, and she wanted to ask.

"It's okay, you can talk about it."

Smith saw what she was thinking, and raised his hand to signal that she could speak freely.

With his permission, she smiled and said word by word.

"I'd love to know something about the two of us before, didn't I say that? I'm a childhood sweetheart with you. ”

Hearing Zhang Meiling's question, Smith was in a trance, and her smile at this time reminded him of his student days.

At that time, although Zhang Meiling was cold, she actually had a soft side in her heart, kind and loving, and often took in wild cats on the side of the road and gave them a place to live.

It can be said that Gao Leng is just her protective color.

If it weren't for the fact that they had known each other for a long time, he was afraid that he would not have been able to enter Zhang Meiling at all.

Sometimes, though, he does act a little too selfish.

In order to get Zhang Meiling, he drove away all the suitors around her.

“emmm…… What happened to you? ”

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Zhang Meiling stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him.

Smith was immediately called out by her, looking at the backlit woman in front of her, the smile on her face was so familiar.

In his eyes, his feelings for her are coming back slowly, little by little.

The familiar look made Zhang Meiling hook the corners of her mouth.

"What's wrong?"

asked softly, and her voice immediately made his body numb and almost softened.

Smith was immersed in his previous memories, and the Zhang Meiling in front of him and the Zhang Meiling in his memory were slowly overlapping.

"It's nothing, it's just a little thing that comes to mind."

Stretching out his hand, Zhang Meiling pushed his shoulder, he came back to his senses, scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said.

Smiling, Zhang Meiling didn't mind looking at him.

"It's just that we go to school together every day and leave school together, so there's nothing special."

Smith spoke, which made Zhang Meiling a little disappointed, a little too light, and very brief, and took it over.

"Don't I have any suitors? For example, no one ever wrote me a love letter when I was a student? ”

Zhang Meiling's eyes sparkled, looking at him expectantly.

"It seems like no, that's what I remember, and I don't know if you're hiding it from me."