Yan Qingfeng took a heavy breath over there, and then hung up the phone.

Yan Ruyu leaned on the railing of the airport alone and smoked a cigarette.

He remembered Luo Nanchu's action of taking the ticket and not looking back, and then silently hooked his lips and chuckled.

I really don't give him any thoughts.

He looked so calm and plain, and when he heard that something had happened to him, he ran faster than anyone else.

Who can be deceived by this appearance?

Alone in Tongcheng, she had a worse life than he imagined.

But he still has to pretend that he doesn't care at all.

The person he likes is still stubborn and makes him feel distressed.

*

From Tongcheng to London, it took a full sixteen hours.

It's not that I haven't traveled farther than this, and it's not that I haven't been nervous and scared. However, it has never been like now, every minute and every second of breath is torment.

"Didn't you ask me how he was doing now? I lied to you. ”

"He's terrible now, so bad that my big brother can't even look at it. Think about it, the person who doesn't want the two of you to be together has to ask me to come and take you to see him, how bad do you think my third brother is now? ”

……

She didn't know if Yan Ruyu was alarmist, or if she was deliberately scaring her, or if it was true, Fu Tingyuan was sick, so sick that Yan Qingfeng couldn't look at it.

When she returned to Tongcheng from London and plunged headlong into work, she barely allowed herself to stop to receive information from the outside world, and she was probably also afraid, afraid that she would hear from that person...... I'm afraid that I will see him, and I am afraid that I can't help but miss him.

Not everything in this world can be perfect, all she can do is to do her best to achieve and regress, since there is no way to be together, the only thing she can do is not to become a stumbling block for him.

She hopes so much that person can be well, more noble and glorious than anyone in the world, that is the person she loves the most, Luo Nanchu didn't dare to imagine what happened to him.

Yan Qingfeng received Luo Nanchu, who was pale, at the airport.

She still has the smell of Los Angeles wind and snow, and she has been dusty all the way, her hair is slightly messy, and her expression is tired and nervous. "Let's get in the car first." Yan Qingfeng looked at her haggard appearance and opened the door quietly.

Luo Nan got into the passenger seat at the beginning, her eyebrows frowned, and she clenched her fingers slightly, "He ......"

"Would you like to take a shower and then go eat?" The graceful and dignified man's tone was as calm and low as ever, "The way you are now," he tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel and glanced at her, "It doesn't seem to be suitable for meeting guests." ”

"I'm not too hungry." Luo Nanchu had no appetite, she pursed her lips, "What's wrong with him?" How does it sound serious? I'm here...... What can be done? “

Yan Qingfeng looked ahead and said in a light tone: "Only you can save him now." ”

"......" Luo Nan gently tugged in his heart, and a little sore taste floated up, "Is he seriously ill?" ”

"You'll find out when you go." Yan Qingfeng sighed slightly, "If it weren't for the impossible, I wouldn't want to trouble you again." You know...... I don't have the shame to trouble you again. ”

Luo Nanchu lowered his eyes and didn't speak again.

The place where Fu Tingyuan was hospitalized was a private hospital funded by the Yan family.

Luo Nanchu followed behind him, asking as he walked, "How long has he been hospitalized?" ”