On the third day, at the entrance of the hospital.

Rong Wanqi stood at the entrance of the hospital and inhaled the long-lost air vigorously, sunny and refreshed. Put her in a good mood.

Thinking that the holiday is not over yet, Rong Wanqi's smile on his face can't be resisted, and Rong Wanqi looks at the passing crowd expectantly.

"Hee-hee". Rong Wanqi's smug and mischievous smile was suddenly revealed.

Five minutes, ten minutes, and twenty minutes passed, and Rong Wanqi didn't wait for the person she wanted, and suddenly it was like a frosted eggplant.

The voice of "Di ~ Di ~ ~" suddenly sounded, Rong Wanqi looked up and raised his head, and instantly lowered his head again.

"Seven in the evening, unhappy dad came to pick you up?" Father Rong's expression instantly understood when he looked at her.

"No, it's just ·····" Rong Wanqi responded dejectedly.

Rong's mother saw her loss, and in just half an hour from the ward to the door of the hospital, her full expectation turned into loss, and Rong's mother did not open her mouth to explain at this time.

Rong's mother opened the car door for Rong Wanqi and settled her. Take care of the back door, open the front door and sit down.

Father Rong felt the strange atmosphere between their mother and daughter, and drove quietly without saying a word all the way.

After arriving home, Rong Wanqi slowly dragged his lost mood to the end, without saying a word.

Father Rong suddenly smiled happily: "Late seven, when will you get home with your turtle-like speed?" ”

"Dad, can I go back to the hospital?" Rong Wanqi responded helplessly.

"Is it okay for the hospital to have a home?" Father Rong responded with a slight raised eyebrow.

"No, it's just ······". Rong Wanqi didn't know how to answer the next words.

"Then go home". Father Rong took Rong Wanqi's hand and led her forward with a little force.

"Hmm". Rong Wanqi responded weakly.

The elevator "ding~ding~" sounded, and Rong's father did not open the door, but directly pulled Rong Wanqi to stand at his door, and asked her to look at the house number on his door.

"Evening seven, you see clearly, this is the house number of our house, don't enter the wrong house." Father Rong's straightforward explanation.

"Dad, you took the wrong medicine today, and you still didn't take the medicine. I can't even remember my house number. Rong Wanqi expressed her anger at her father's bad taste.

"Not necessarily." Father Rong had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't sell it, open the door". Mother Rong couldn't accept the conversation between the father and daughter at this time, and said straight to the point.

When I opened the door, there was no sign of anyone coming in the living room, and the bedroom doors were all closed, so I couldn't see any difference.

Rong Wanqi looked at the familiar home, walked to the sofa by herself, took off her shoes and went to the sofa.

Father Rong took Mother Rong's hand and walked into their bedroom and closed the door.

"Zla~" The sound of the doorknob lock came from the other bedroom, Rong Wanqi did not look back, and continued to bury her head in the soft pillow.

Qiao Muqi looked at the people in the living room, he was not as curious as he imagined, and he was not afraid of being robbed at home, so he blatantly lay on the sofa. A flash of disappointment flashed quickly in Qiao Muqi's eyes.

Qiao Muqi walked lightly to the sofa and looked at the villain on the sofa dotingly.