After Chu Musheng left, Ji Jianchen pushed the wheelchair and approached the window, closed the curtains, and the room fell into darkness again.

The unkempt hair on his forehead covered his eyes and the desolation in his heart.

Three days later

The warm sunlight shone on Bo Chushi's face, and he opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the bed.

Turning his head, there were his mobile phones and some cookies on the cabinet next to him, rubbing his forehead and leaning his waist.

I took my phone from the table, and as soon as I opened it, there were more than 100 missed calls on it, all from the same person.

Looking at the time above, it has been three days since he became ill, and this time can be said to be the shortest time he has used.

Bo's eyes were deep and bottomless, she should be very worried about him when he disappeared for so long!

Unpacked the biscuit bag, pinched a slice and ate it, the messages on WeChat were still all sent by Mu Qiyu, and there was no shortage of them once a day.

Xiao Qiyu: You are a godsend blessing for me who is terminally ill

Xiao Qiyu: When you left, you messed up the four seasons, leaving me sick for a long time without medical treatment

Xiao Qiyu: My encounter with you, how to say, is like a dazzling star illuminating a barren small universe

At the beginning, people couldn't see the emotions clearly, and the mouth that was chewing also stopped, and the rustling sound could only be heard when the hand clenched the biscuit bag.

She got it!

When I walked out of the room, the living room was empty, and only the back of a person's head on the couch could be seen.

Mo Lin, who was sitting on the sofa and playing a game, had a cold back, sneezed, and rubbed his nose, "Strange, why does it feel a little cold?" ”

He seemed to hear the door opening just now, no, how could there be a sound of the door opening?

Suddenly, his shoulders were heavy, and when he reached out and touched it, he felt that it was a hand, Mo Lin's frightened hairs stood up, and he screamed that the mobile phone fell from his hand to the ground, and the quilt on the sofa next to him moved.

"Be quiet." Bo's hoarse voice came from behind.

Mo Lin turned his head stiffly, and when he saw Bo Chu behind him, he closed his eyes and fell down on the sofa.

"Don't play dead." Bo Chu looked at him with disgust, and he acted too much.

Mo Lin lay on the sofa and was not ready to get up, his voice was dull and angry, "Third brother, do you know that you are more terrible than a ghost just now. ”

His fragile little heart really can't withstand the third brother's fright, and he will die: human!

Bo Chushi leaned over and tugged at his collar, and said in a cold voice, "Get up." ”

Mo Lin got up from the sofa and glanced to the side, "Third brother, why did you wake up so early this time." ”

"I don't know." Bo didn't know it at the beginning, maybe it was because of this smoking that caused an early onset, so the time was shorter!

Bo's uncomfortable dryness at the beginning, and his low, magnetic voice confirmed everything, "Does she know?" ”

Mo Lin immediately reacted to who he was talking about, swallowed his saliva and nodded, "Hmm." ”

Seeing that Bo Chu showed no signs of anger, Mo Lin became even bolder, "Actually, third brother, you have long liked her in your heart!"

You are afraid that she will know that you have bipolar disorder, that you will scare her, and that she will stay away from you because of this. ”

Bo Chu remembered that three days ago, the little boy named Hao Rui led by Mu Qiyu, and his heart tingled, "I like her?" It seems to be!

But she may not really like me, she likes good-looking people, that's not what I think. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow smashed into his face, "Damn! ”