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Feng Chen raised his arm and glanced at his watch: "It's late, so I won't go in." ”

"Be careful on the road." Song Zhiyue didn't keep him, afraid that it would be too late for him to go back and drive.

Feng Chen nodded and raised his chin: "Open the door." ”

Song Zhiyue was stunned: "Didn't you say you couldn't go in?" ”

Feng Chen said: "I'll leave when you enter the house." ”

The smile on Song Zhiyue's face widened, she stepped forward to open the door and waved at the man: "Bye-bye." ”

Feng Chen bowed slightly, turned around and went down.

Song Zhiyue stood at the door of his house, and when he heard the footsteps, he couldn't hear it at all, so he closed the door.

Leaning against the door panel, thinking of the scene where Feng Chen kissed herself just now, her blood boiled.

She raised her hand and gently touched her lips with her fingertips, which seemed to still have his temperature and his breath.

She didn't dare to imagine that Feng Chen would take the initiative to kiss her one day, and kiss her so hard.

But at the thought of him kissing herself, and acting like an idiot, she couldn't laugh anymore, and hung her head in disgust.

If she had responded just now, would he have been able to kiss a little longer?

***

After Feng Chen sat in the car, he did not start the car immediately, but silently lit a cigarette.

Seeing that the floor where Song Zhiyue lived was lit up, he silently thought: That's it......

***

When Feng Shen rushed to the hospital, Feng Chen and Song Zhiyue had already left.

The nurse happened to change the potion for the patient in the next room, so when he pushed the room open, there was no one inside.

He walked to the side of the bed, glanced at Liang Weirong, who was unconscious on the bed, reached out and touched her forehead, hooked the chair next to her and sat down, waiting for her to wake up boredly.

Liang Weirong woke up in the early hours of the morning, and she was woken up by hunger.

As soon as she moved, she heard Feng Shen's voice.

"Awake?"

She turned her head to see that Feng Shen was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, and she said unexpectedly, "Why are you?" ”

Feng Shen raised his eyebrows: "Then who do you think it is?" ”

Liang Weirong sat up with her body propped up, and there was no one else in the ward except Feng Shen.

She obviously fainted at Feng Chen's house, and Feng Chen should have sent her to the hospital, but why wasn't he?

Feng Shen put away his phone and smiled meaninglessly: "He's not here, I'm disappointed?" ”

Liang Weirong's high fever has not completely faded, her delicate little face is very pale, she pursed her lips and did not speak.

Feng Shen leaned on the back of the chair idlely, and said lazily: "When I came, he left with Song Zhiyue, and now in his heart, you are nothing, Song Zhiyue is the most important." ”

"Say no more!" Liang Weirong's lips trembled, and her hoarse voice had a hint of sharpness.

Feng Shen hooked his lips evilly: "I can't stand it?" ”

Liang Weirong grabbed her trembling fingers and closed her eyes.

She was so sick that he left her behind, and he would never have done this before.

It seems that Feng Chen really won't forgive her this time, and he won't think about finding her again.

She stabilized her emotions and opened her eyes to look at Feng Shen: "I'm hungry." ”

Feng Shen nodded, got up and walked out of the ward.

She was a little surprised, she didn't expect Feng Shen to be so obedient to buy her food.

In less than five minutes, Feng Shen returned, holding the bread he had asked for from the nurse on duty.

"Eat."

Liang Weirong furrowed her carefully drawn eyebrows: "I don't want to eat this." ”

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