After running out of the hall, she forced back her tears, and didn't want to go home, so she went to the inpatient department.

As soon as Su Wansheng sent Su Mu and Su Chenxi away, and went to the bathroom to come out, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Seeing Song Zhiyue's eyes red, she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Zhiyue sniffed, shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

Su Wansheng approached her, and his fingertips touched the corners of her eyes, a little wet.

"How can you be okay when you're crying? Did Feng Dust bully you? ”

"Today, Liang Weirong ran to his house to find him, and then fainted, so he was very anxious and nervous to send Liang Weirong to the hospital. Just now, I asked him if he took me for Liang Weirong that night, and he," Song Zhiyue's voice choked, "and he didn't answer. ”

Su Wansheng didn't know how to comfort her, hugged her, and patted her back: "If you want to cry, cry." ”

Song Zhiyue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I didn't want to cry, I just stopped by to see you and Senior Lu." ”

Su Wansheng took her over and sat down on the sofa and poured her a glass of water.

"I know you're upset, and if it were me, I'd be mindful. But it's already happened, and there's no point in pursuing it, because you can't break up with him, and you'll just make yourself more sad. You should grasp the moment, don't make trouble with Feng Chen, and let Liang Weirong take advantage of it. ”

Song Zhiyue held the water cup and nodded.

She didn't leave the hospital until ten o'clock, and when she got to the floor where she lived, she went up the stairs and picked up the keys in her bag.

As soon as she took out the key and looked up, she saw the dusty seal standing outside her door, leaning against the wall and smoking.

And at his feet, four or five cigarette butts have already been thrown.

She was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?" ”

Feng Chen took the last puff of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, walked quickly to her, put his arm around her waist and walked to the side, let her lean against the wall, and lowered his head to seal her lips.

Song Zhiyue's pupils widened in an instant, his eyes looked at him blankly, and his brain went blank.

Dusty grinded her lips, then pried open her teeth, churning in her mouth.

Song Zhiyue tasted the smell of smoke in his mouth, and the breath of male hormones surrounded her, stimulating every cell in her.

After a moment, Feng Chen left her lips and looked at her stunned expression: "I'm not drunk today, I'm very sober." ”

Song Zhiyue's consciousness slowly returned, he was responding to what he had just said in the hospital.

She glanced at him with a slightly red face, lowered her head and whispered, "You came here to wait for me, just to say this to me?" ”

The lights in the corridor were a little dim, and Feng Chen's back was to the light, and the expression on his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see.

He let out a gentle "um", wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and after his lips moved, he fell silent again.

"Then can you call me Yueyue?" Song Zhiyue raised a finger and looked at him with pitiful eyes, "Just a sound." ”

They had known each other for so long, and he had never shouted like that, and she wanted to hear it.

Feng Chen was silent for a moment, and his thin lips rolled: "Yueyue." ”

Song Zhiyue curled the corners of his lips happily, and these two words came out of his mouth, inexplicably good.

Seeing her smile, Feng Chen's locked brow stretched slightly.

Song Zhiyue picked up the key on the ground: "Do you want to go in and sit?" ”