Song Qingchun felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and his nose began to be a little sour.

She clenched the glass of water in her palm and stood silently.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but he actually feels that the girl's appearance at this time is like losing her beloved toy, and she is very depressed.

He has been trying to love her all his life, and he has never wanted to make her sad, he looked at her like this, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and take the water cup and pills in her hand.

It's just that his hand just raised an inch, she suddenly raised her head, on her fair little face, the expression was natural, she smiled at his eyebrows, and said very easily and naturally: "Goodbye." ”

Su Zhinian's hand raised slightly, just frozen in mid-air, he nodded at her, she turned around and walked to the bedside table, put down the pills and water cup gently, and then took the bag on the seat next to him, and walked towards the door.

When she was about to walk in front of him, an impulse appeared in his heart, and he wanted to grab her arm, pull her into his arms fiercely, hold her tightly, and then say to her, will you stay with me?

But he couldn't, he could only watch her, walking in front of his eyes little by little, he could only desperately pinch his palms, improve his rationality to fight his sensibility.

He stood quietly at the door of the bedroom, listening to her footsteps as she left with the most indifferent attitude, from upstairs to downstairs and then to the door.

It was only at the moment she opened the door that the sound of a car came from the hospital, and then he heard the conversation between her and Dr. Xia.

"Miss Song, are you leaving?"

"Well, there's something going on, I'm leaving."

"How is Mr. Su?"

"A little low-grade fever."

"Then I'll go upstairs and give him another injection, and you walk slowly."

"Goodbye."

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Song Qingchun watched Dr. Xia go up to the second floor before reaching out to close the door.

When the door closed halfway, the corner of her eye swept to the shelf at the entrance, which was full of all kinds of takeaway chopsticks.

Song Qingchun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the action of closing the door stopped, she raised her head and glanced at the second floor first, and then walked lightly, re-entered Su Zhinian's villa, and walked towards his restaurant.

His restaurant was very clean, and there were a few unopened takeaway boxes on the table, which I thought were the takeout I ordered today, but I haven't eaten it yet.

Song Qingchun walked past the dining table with a disgusted face and opened the refrigerator door, it was empty, except for a few bottles of water and milk, there was nothing, and in the freezer, there were only three ice creams, which she had bought and put in and forgot to eat when she lived with him.

Song Qingchun was stunned for half a minute, then turned around and pushed open the kitchen door again, and as she expected, the furnishings inside were exactly the same as before she left, that is to say, in the past few months, Su Zhinian's home has not been on fire at all!

In other words, for so many days, as long as he eats at home, it is all takeout.

Song Qingchun's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and then he thought of the scar on his abdomen, and his heart began to hurt a little.

How did he get over these days? Could it be that when he was most seriously injured, he also relied on takeaway to support him?