The sweat on Zhou Fanxing's forehead shone in the light, and his facial features wrinkled together on his cold and white face.

"Senior sister, I'm afraid! Masters! ”

"Really, get out! Remove! ”

The pair pulled Zhou Fanxing to run desperately, pushed Zhou Fanxing, Zhou Fanxing fell to the ground, the man turned his back to her and stopped, slowly fell, Zhou Fanxing rushed forward, go, go, run. A large area of blood spread out, drowning Zhou Fanxing.

"......Huh" Zhou Fanxing didn't scream, grabbed Zhou Fanxing with both hands, and before she could see her face clearly, she subconsciously threw it out with all her might.

"Zhou Zhou, are you having nightmares again?" Meng Lang hugged his arms in pain, Zhou Fanxing's professionally trained hands were not comparable to ordinary girls.

Zhou Fanxing was silent, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, lifted the quilt, got out of bed with a cane, and sat down in front of the wheelchair. Zhou Fanxing touched his hospital gown and found that his whole body was soaked with sweat.

Meng Lang walked over and grabbed the wheelchair.

"Where are you going?"

"Let go."

"Where are you going?" Meng Lang was angered by Zhou Fanxing's successive cold treatments.

"Get out."

Meng Lang's hand was still on Zhou Fanxing's shoulder, and he found that Zhou Fanxing was soaked.

"You're going to get sick if you go out like this."

"I'm going out." Zhou Fanxing repeated.

Meng Lang took off his blazer and put it on Zhou Fanxing. Zhou Fanxing took it down and threw it to him.

"Mr. Meng, we are just a subordinate relationship, and this is inappropriate." Zhou Fanxing's expression was indifferent, and he began to turn his wheelchair by himself.

"Zhou Zhou, can't you feel it? I love you. Meng Lang was about to be driven crazy by Zhou Fanxing's snub.

Zhou Fanxing sneered, his eyes full of exhaustion. She forgot how to love someone, she has been using and reusing for so long, Meng Lang is like this, and that person is the same. It would be nice if Meng Lang wasn't a suspect. If only she could tell whether she loved Meng Lang, or if she just used him as a safe haven like a traveler who meets the only umbrella in the middle of the storm.

Meng Lang was disheartened, but he still didn't want to let go. Life is so short, and there are so many people he has met, why did she give him the idea of anchoring here? She is his addiction, and the closer she gets, the more obsessed she becomes.

Zhou Fanxing rolled out of the ward in a wheelchair by himself, and Meng Lang followed not far behind.

The cool breeze of the night blew through Zhou Fanxing's body, and Zhou Fanxing trembled. She sat quietly, it was impossible to fall asleep again, so she sat in a wheelchair and waited for dawn. Sleepless nights were always long, and she fidgeted.

Meng Lang looked at her from behind, full of thoughts, did she often wait for dawn like this? She was as erratic as a fog, making Meng Lang unable to figure it out.

After dawn, Zhou Fanxing returned to the ward, lay on the bed, and looked at the books brought by Fang Qingqing. Fang Qingqing's nagging made the ward much more lively. Zhou Fanxing only laughed at this time.

"You don't know what's wrong? This series of accidents has happened one after another, and it has fallen into a moldy way. Fang Qingqing said while packing up Zhou Fanxing's clothes. And Zhou Fanxing just smiled shallowly.

This sentence pierced Meng Lang's heart like a needle, and as the blood surged into his heart, a subtle pain swam through Meng Lang's body. Yes, they met from danger, and when they met him, she was never safe. Perhaps, a person like himself is really not worthy of a girl like Zhou Fanxing.

"Boss, are you going back to the company?" Lu Chengyuan asked.

"Don't go back, bring things here, I'm going to accompany her." Meng Lang's heart was here, and he couldn't pay attention to other things anymore.