Lian Zhenzhen didn't speak again all the way, falling into silence.

After Jing Shaochen was taken to the hospital, he underwent a series of physical examinations.

Later, somehow, the news of Jing Shaochen's admission to the hospital was exposed.

Fans and reporters crowded around the hospital, blocking the place.

There's no way to even really want to leave.

Jing Shaochen has been in a coma, and his expression looks much better.

Lian Zhenzhen accompanied him until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, couldn't hold it anymore, and wanted to go back.

When she saw that there were fewer people outside, she sneaked out of the hospital like a thief.

By the time she got home, it was past one o'clock in the morning.

It's silent.

The sound of climbing the stairs was a little heavy in the dark.

She pulled out the keys, hit Hatch, pushed open the door and walked in.

It was pitch black, and she was about to turn on the lights when she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Then the faint moonlight, she vaguely saw a person sitting on the chair.

In addition to her breathing, there was another person in the room.

Could it be a thief?

Lian Zhenzhen was stunned, turned around and wanted to leave, but his legs were unstable, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

She screamed in fright, and when she saw the shadow coming towards her, she immediately got up, lifted the bag in her hand, and smashed it at him with a nail on it.

"Die, thief!"

The "thief" did not expect her to attack him and was hit head-on by the bag.

The "thief" held back the pain, dragged the bag from her hand, and was about to speak, when he was kicked somewhere in the lower abdomen, and suddenly the cold sweat of pain broke out, and he arched his body.

Seeing that the kick hit the vital point, Lian Zhenzhen waved his arms and pressed the "thief" to the ground and beat him severely.

The slap was about to fall on the thief's face, but the thief rolled over and grabbed her wrist.

She struggled hard, and the two of them were unstable and fell together.

"Dead thief, you're finished! You ......" Even halfway through the truth, he suddenly couldn't say it anymore, and he felt something cool in front of his neck, suspected that it was a dagger, and immediately confessed.

"I'm sorry, good man, I didn't mean to hit you, I'm ...... I apologize to you again. If you leave here now, I'll act as if nothing happened. ”

"Heh......"

The "thief" couldn't help but laugh and let out a chuckle.

There was a hint of pain in the smile.

Lian Zhenzhen frowned, vaguely feeling that the thief's voice was somewhat familiar.

She reached out in disbelief and touched the "thief's" cheek in the dark night.

The "thief" thought she was going to hit her, so he grabbed her wrist.

But her fingertips still touched the stiff and cold mask on his face, and her body involuntarily shuddered.

Yes sir!

Lian Zhenzhen couldn't speak for a while, and looked ahead with a frightened expression.

Even though he couldn't see anything clearly, he could still perceive a flame of anger burning above.

She swallowed.

Quietly everywhere, only the breaths of the two of them were glued together, looking ambiguous and charming.

In the middle of the night, even the sound of real Hache interrupted the silent atmosphere.

Her sleepiness came like a tidal wave.

Probably after knowing that the person in front of her was Mr., her tense emotions slowed down, "Hmm...... Sir, why are you here? ”

The voice was soft, like the claws of a kitten, gently scratching Feng Yu's heart.

Feng Yu's eyes were deep, "I called you, but you didn't answer." ”

So he was not at ease and rushed to her house to find her.

Not long after he entered the house, she returned.

"Hmm, my phone...... It's flooded today......"