Yu slowly sat in the car, a familiar seat, a familiar scene.

But there is no sense of oppression that belongs to Wen.

I think it's incredible, hasn't the driver's uncle always misunderstood her? As a result, he was kind enough to send her home by the way??

She asked Lao Liu if Wen Zhiyu was still busy.

I thought that Lao Liu would still be sneering, but it didn't!

And in a very kind tone, he told her that Wen Zhiyu was still in the hospital.

learned from Lao Liu that today was the first day of Wen Zhiyu's return to China, and he rushed to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane.

Immediately afterwards, he said a lot of inexplicable things, basically some chicken soup about life, and told her to love life.

Yu slowly: ???

It was when she was slowly and absentmindedly listening to Lao Liu's chicken soup that her attention was attracted by a pen on the seat next to her.

This is Wen Zhiyu's pen.

It should be the one who wrote her the number.

The pens are all in the car, but the people are not.

That can only mean that ..... he got off the bus halfway!

Yu slowly and carefully and cautiously sorted out her thoughts, and then her thoughts gradually became clear, and she almost screamed with joy from the realization in her head.

Wen Zhiyu must have been in the car at the beginning, and then saw her at the entrance of the hospital, and then asked Lao Liu to take her home.

She covered her mouth and snickered vigorously, for fear of letting Lao Liu notice.

Why did Wen Zhiyu do this?

Actually, he ..... remember her, right?

She took several deep breaths, adjusted her high mood, and carefully and secretly smoothed the pen into her hand.

Extremely fast, holding his pen and hiding it in his sleeve.

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Lao Liu sent her to the door of the house, she thanked her, and ran into the community with a smoke.

The community she lives in is not in a good environment, and the security is not very good, it is a very old and chaotic residential area.

There were no street lights in the community, it was almost six o'clock, the sky was completely dark, even in the dark environment, she still found her apartment building with ease.

went upstairs, stopped at the door of the house, and apprehensively stuck to the door and listened carefully to the movement inside, and found that there was no sound in the house, so he dared to open the door.

After looking around and making sure that Yu Zhihai was not at home, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The house was still the same scene as it was at noon, a mess, broken glass and wine bottles all over the floor.

The broken glass was smashed on her head.

Yu slowly returned to the room, lying on the hard bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The whole room, furnished in a surprisingly simple way, has nothing but a bed and a table.

Her clothes were all in a box, a few pieces.

Coming back home is a depressing feeling.

She pulled out his signature pen from her sleeve and sniffed it in front of her nose very stupidly, as if it still had his breath.

Then he took out the white handkerchief he had given him today from his trouser pocket.

The bloodstains on it affect its aesthetics.

The soft fabric caresses the fingertips, and the heart becomes soft.

She ran to the bathroom, took a basin of water, carefully washed the blood from it like a treasure, and hung it in the room.

Then he paced in the living room, hesitated and struggled for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, picked up the landline and dialed the number on his arm.

"Toot-"

There was a sound, and before she had time to get nervous, she was already connected.

"Hey, hey, Wen, Dr. Wen, it's me, I'm slowly ....."