Yan You glanced at him indifferently, withdrew his eyes, and reached out to ring the pager next to the bed.

Soon, the door was opened again, and it was Mo Yishen's personal bodyguard who was guarding the door.

"Miss, what are your orders?" The bodyguard said respectfully.

Yan You took a deep breath and said lightly: "Please ask this gentleman to go out." ”

"Yes, Miss."

Yi Jin looked at the indifference in Yan You's eyes, only to feel a throbbing pain in his heart, difficult to add, and his face was very pale.

"Mr. Yi, please." The bodyguard said lightly with an expressionless face.

Listening to the resoluteness in Yan You's tone, Yi Jin pursed his lips and got up, his tone trembling slightly: "I'll come to see you another day." ”

"Don't forget to bring your stuff." Yan You turned his head, the tip of his nose was sour, and tears quickly poured out from the corners of his eyes.

On the bedside table, the beautifully packaged white roses diffused with a quiet fragrance, Yi Jin's back stiffened, and Yan You's rejection invisibly tore his heart: "If you don't like it, throw it away for me." ”

Yan You was silent, trying his best to suppress his crying, and his abdomen began to ache faintly again.

Even so, the pain was far less than the heart.

The sound of the door closing kept echoing in the ward, and after a long, long time, Yan You always had the feeling that he had just left.

Yan You looked at the ceiling, and tears began to spread silently again.

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On the day of discharge, the drizzle outside the window was continuous, and the smell of earth was diffused in the humid air.

There was a knock on the door, and Yan You looked back and saw Anger walking in with a thermos box.

Yan You walked over with a smile: "So early." ”

"Yes, I'll get you out of the hospital today." Ange looked at her complexion much better, smiled with relief, but a trace of worry instantly flashed in her eyes.

Ange opened the insulated box, the aroma of porridge came to his nose, stirred it with a spoon, and handed the porridge to Yanyou.

"Anger, where did you buy this porridge? It's very fragrant. Yan You asked casually. Since she was able to eat, Anger would bring these porridges every day, and the taste was very much to her liking, and she couldn't put it down.

"I won't tell you, but I went to most of City A to search for you, and I know that you like to eat." Anger smirked.

"Don't talk about pulling it down, I'll find it myself." Yan You wrinkled his nose at him and said disdainfully.

Aang looked at her cute stubborn appearance, his eyes lit with doting and a hint of imperceptible distress.

He didn't tell her that the porridge was cooked for her by staying up late.

"Excellent." Aang called softly, wanting to stop talking.

Yan You raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

After a long time, Aang finally spoke: "The doctor told me." ”

Yan You glanced at him with wide eyes, then subconsciously turned it away, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, and no longer looked at him.

"Miss Yan's stomach problem can be improved and cured as long as she slowly recupeserates, but I found that her mood is often in a low and calm state, if you can, I suggest you take her to see a psychiatrist." Thinking of the doctor's advice, Anger only felt helpless and distressed, he knew Yanyou's knot.

"From the moment you were unconscious, I thought that you might have a stomach hemorrhage again, and you must have not taken good care of yourself?" Ange frowned, his tone a little cold and hard.

Seeing that he was really angry, Yan You lowered his eyes and whispered: "It won't be in the future, I know what you want to say, it's not worth torturing yourself for others." ”

Yan You put aside his face and looked out the window, Yi Jin, even if I always stand at the crossroads of fate and pray sincerely, but as fate would have it, you would not favor me.