"Na Ya Bo, you should go back and rest early." Moran Ember stretched out his hand, sorted out the neckline of Fang Ya's thin sleeves, and said intimately to the pair of ink pupils above Ya Bo.

"It's early, I'll accompany you." Fang Yabo shook his head, he didn't have much time with Lan Ember now, he just wanted to stay with Lan Ember for a while.

"It's not too early." Moran Ember said softly, "Go back and rest early, and come back tomorrow morning." ”

"I'm going to rest, too." Mo Lanyan deliberately added, and even stretched out his hand, gently holding Fang Yabo's angular face with both hands, facing the pair of ink pupils, and said word by word, "You remember to bring Fang Luchen tomorrow morning." ”

Hearing Moran's relaxed tone, he looked at Moran's calm face. Fang Yabo almost subconsciously clenched his fists, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that Mo Lan's hands holding his face were so cold, and this kind of Moran Ember made him feel so strange.

The former Lan Ember knew how much time he had and wanted to be alone with him. He used to even laugh at her, such a big person, like a child, pestering him and coquettishly treating him. Who cares about these haves or not.

Even if she is usually wronged, she will not use this precious time to talk about this.

It was the first time he had seen Moran Ember with such a tough attitude. Facing it with this attitude is not like facing a lover, but like facing an enemy.

There is a thin coldness under the sweet words, and the gentle and considerate words are actually mixed with selfishness.

But that's all as it should be.

Fang Ya thin eyes, because of the child.

"I'll bring her, you can rest well tonight." Fang Yabo grabbed the wrists of Moran Ash's hands holding his face, put Moran Ash's hands into the quilt, and then compacted them.

"Aren't you going back?" Mo Lan Ember thought that Fang Yabo would be stimulated by his words, but he didn't expect Fang Yabo to just respond calmly.

"If you don't go back, I'll accompany you." Fang Yabo shook his head, "I don't want to waste the time we have together. ”

"When I go back, I won't see you, not good."

Fang Yabo's short words once again warmed Mo Lan Ash's heart, and such a Fang Ya Bo made Mo Lan Ash couldn't help but doubt himself.

Are you being too mean to him? After all, Fang Ruochen is Fang Luochen, and Fang Ya Bo is Fang Ya Bo.

At least Fang Yabo never owed himself.

"I'm sorry." Moran Ember looked at Fang Yabo's slightly tired face, and his heart was filled with guilt.

"You don't have to say those three words to me." Fang Yabo sighed lightly, sure enough, it was easier for him to comfort his comrades-in-arms than facing his wife.

"It's just Embers." Fang Yabo looked at the petite wife lying on the hospital bed, covered by the quilt, and felt a pang of pity in his heart, "Why, I always feel that there is a gap between you and me." ”

Hearing the word estrangement, Moran Ash's body trembled almost subconsciously, his body was completely straight, and the expression on his face was a little unnatural.

"Is it because of the child?"

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Fang Yabo looked at his silent wife, and he could be regarded as understanding.

"Tell me, Ash of Ran, can we go back?"

"Like before, like glue, not each other?"

Fang Yabo looked at Mo Lan Ember with some apprehension. I don't know if it's his delusion, he always feels that the current Lan Ember has a sense of distance from himself.

Although she still smiled at herself, this smile was more fake.

Will they be able to go back?

On this question, not only Fang Yabo was slightly confused, but even Moran Ember was so difficult by this question that he didn't answer it at the first time.

Can you go back?

The silence of the next ten seconds seemed to have made Fang Yabo spend a torturous century.

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ps: There are still two chapters to be sent out later, so I'll go home today