Coming out of the classroom, Yang Qichen anxiously hugged Xu Anran all the way to the infirmary, and Tang Youmi also followed, followed by the two.

"Ranran, does it hurt? The infirmary will be there soon. ”

"Forget it, I don't want to go, there's no need to make a big fuss." Suddenly, Xu Anran stopped, his eyes were a little wooden, he looked ahead, and said coldly.

"Of course, my face is swollen, let's go see if it's okay."

"No need." Pushing Yang Qichen away, Xu Anran turned around and walked back, completely ignoring the complicated person behind him.

"How long do you want to be willful!! Finally, when his patience reached the limit, Yang Qichen looked at Xu Anran's back, almost without thinking about it, and yelled at her.

Even Tang Youmi next to him was startled, standing in place, not daring to make a sound.

"Yang Qichen, I'm tired."

Xu Anran touched her red and swollen face and the ring on her ring finger, which made her feel a little painful.

"Are you tired? Heh, what about me? Am I not tired? What am I for, what am I doing this, what am I doing all this for, to listen to you say that I am tired? It's ridiculous..... Then take your chances! ”

Yang Qichen raised his head and muttered to himself, his eyes were red, but he finally retracted the steps he had taken, turned around, and went in the opposite direction.

"Professor Yang-" Tang Youmi looked at Yang Qichen's figure walking away, and then at Xu Anran, who was frozen in place, at a loss.

"Yumi, Yumi, quick, help me." Suddenly, Xu Anran, who was on his back, shouted in pain.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Enron ?!! You... Your hand..."Tang Youmi rushed forward and saw Xu Anran pinching his sharply trembling fingers with his left hand.

"I... It hurts..."Xu Anran was already sweating profusely, his face was pale, he gritted his teeth and forced out a few words.

"An Ran, An Ran, you, don't be afraid, you tell me, how can I help you, do you want me to call Professor Yang?" Tang Youmi also covered Xu Anran's hands, looking at her gritting her teeth and pained, she was extremely distressed.

Xu Anran slowly let go of his left hand that was pinching his little finger, the little finger had already trembled and deformed, leaning towards the palm of his hand, and it was trembling violently, shocking.

Tang Youmi was already stupid, tears rolled down from his eyes, his let go of his hands froze in mid-air, and he couldn't stop saying a word.

"Yuumi, don't be afraid."

Looking at Tang Youmi, who was already completely stunned, Xu Anran tried to pull out a smile, wanting to comfort her.

That smile, seeing Tang Youmi, almost collapsed, and cried loudly.

"You're stupid - Xu Anran!! What the hell is going on with your hands, I saw it shaking when I was engaged, I didn't care about it at the time, why now...... Why is this happening? Woooooooo

"Yuumi, can you go to the classroom and help me get the medicine out of my bag? I.. I don't want to go to class like this. ”

"Medicine? Medicine? Okay, okay, okay, I'll go, you wait for me, wait for me!! I'll be right back. ”

Xu Anran looked at the back of the fast running away, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yuumi, thank you for being my friend.

After a while, Tang Youmi ran back with Xu Anran's medicine, and also took a bottle of mineral water by the way.

"How many are you eating? Yes? Yet? Tang Youmi asked anxiously at Xu Anran as he opened the medicine bottle, and after opening the medicine bottle, he didn't forget to unscrew the mineral bottle.

"Two is fine."

"Good.." Immediately poured out two pills, watched Xu Anran take the medicine, Tang Youmi handed her the mineral water again.

"Thank you, Yuumi."

It wasn't until Xu Anran took the medicine and his breath eased a little that Tang Youmi carefully looked at the medicine bottle in his hand.

"This... Is this a psychiatric medicine? ”

“……”

"Ranran, what's wrong with you?"

"Depressive neurosis."

"That, what about your fingers..."

"Stress response."

"Ranran..." Tang Youmi was already covering his mouth in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry to tell you now, Yuumi, can you keep it a secret for me?"

"You just .. Are you afraid that Professor Yang will see your hand? ”

“.... Yuumi, please be sure to help me keep it a secret. ”

"Enron, you're so stupid."

At this level, even Tang Youmi couldn't understand it.

It seemed that Tang Youmi, who had thought of something again, and had not yet recovered from his surprise, suddenly looked at Xu Anran again in horror.

"Last time in Zhang Lingqiao's villa, that razor ......"

"Yuumi, my hands don't tremble so much, let's go back to class." There is no positive answer, which is obviously evasion.

Xu Anran put the medicine in his bag, and pulled Tang Youmi and walked in the direction of the classroom.

The classroom was already in class, and Yang Qichen was teaching on the podium with a serious face. When they saw the person coming at the door, they just nodded as if nothing had happened, and the two quickly returned to their positions and sat down.

In a class, Xu Anran was like a needle, and he didn't dare to look at the podium the whole time. I finally waited for the bell to ring for the end of class.

Yang Qichen, who heard the bell, did not stop at all, and almost took the book and walked out of the classroom almost the moment the bell rang.

"An Ran, I'll help you get some hot water!"

"It's okay, there's still water in the mineral water bottle!"

"Mineral water, that was an emergency at that time, it was better to drink more hot water to be good for your body~" After speaking, regardless of Xu Anran's refusal, he took Xu Anran's thermos cup and his own thermos cup and walked outside the classroom.

There was no one in the hot water room, and soon, both thermos cups were full.

After covering the cup, Tang Youmi walked back. I didn't walk a few steps before I saw an extremely familiar person standing opposite, still carrying a bag in his hand.

"Professor Yang?"

"You take this plaster and apply it to An Ran!" Yang Qichen handed the bag full of medicine in his hand to Tang Youmi.

"If Professor Yang cares so much, why don't you go?" Tang Youmi didn't answer, on the contrary, just looked at the bag in Yang Qichen's hand with a mocking expression.

"Just do me a favor."

"Since it's a help, it means that Professor Yang owes me a favor in the future, if you need to let Professor Yang pay it back one day, then don't admit it, professor."

"Okay."

“OK.” After speaking, Tang Youmi took the bag happily.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, it comes at a price."

Hearing the price, Yang Qichen nodded with a chuckle, obviously not taking it to heart.

Looking at the person in front of him who didn't care, Tang Youmi bit his lower lip thoughtfully.

"Did the professor understand Enron's words today?"

"What?"

"Enron, she said she was tired."

Leaving a sentence, Tang Youmi carried the bag, raised his glass with both hands, and walked away.

And Yang Qichen seemed to be still stuck in that sentence, constantly circling those two words in his mind, tired......

Yes, I'm tired, what should I do with the person I still love?

……

After class, Yang Qichen stayed in the office until the afternoon, when he stood in the corridor and watched Xu Anran walk out of the classroom with Tang Youmi.

Afraid that Xu Anran would be uncomfortable, Yang Qichen didn't dare to go home too early. Instead, he drove a car to the bar last time.

And as always, the bar is like a breath of fresh air, surprisingly quiet.

Almost as soon as Yang Qichen entered the door, the bartender at the bar recognized him at a glance.

"Yo~ It's the gentleman who came last time and left after drinking, what did Mr. drink this time?"

"Whatever."

"Sir doesn't seem to be in a good mood, why don't you have some heat?"

"Hmm." Yang Qichen sat in front of the bar, obviously not wanting to talk.

"Just give him a martini! Me too. ”

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly, a man sat down next to Yang Qichen.

Yang Qichen subconsciously looked at the side, a person who looked like a Chinese and an American.

"Half-blood?"

"Lawyer Yang, don't you remember me?"

"You know my name?"

"Of course, Lawyer Yang is the one who helped my hotel fight a lawsuit!"

"I've helped fight lawsuits with more hotels." Yang Qichen smiled and waved his hand, picked up the martini that the bartender had just delivered on the stage, and drank it all.

"Lawyer Yang is really a noble person, how forgetful!"

"Wait......" Yang Qichen, who was about to put down his wine glass, suddenly stopped and squinted his eyes to look at the person next to him carefully.

"What's wrong? Could it be that Lawyer Yang remembered me? ”

"I've seen you."

Putting down the wine glass, Yang Qichen decisively came to a conclusion.

"Why?"

"I was at a lecture in the United States, and you took a woman and left with you."

"Really? Lawyer Yang remembers me, but not the woman I was holding. ”

"Hmph, I want to remember what women do."

"They all say that men are true colors~ Could it be that Lawyer Yang has already pierced the red dust?"

"Woman, just one is enough."

"That's right. However, why did Lawyer Yang come here today to drink alcohol? Is something unhappy going on? ”

"Nothing." Shaking the wine he had just picked up, Yang Qichen lowered his eyes.

"Lawyer Yang really doesn't remember the lawsuit he fought for me?"

"I'm sorry. What do you call it? ”

"It's a pity to call me Ken, but Lawyer Yang is a celebrity on Wall Street! The lawsuit that helped me fight in the United States back then was also very beautiful, and I am still shocked to this day! ”

"Falsely praised."

"I wonder if Lawyer Yang is willing to work more?"

"No, at present, it is my firm's lawyers who are handling the case, if you need it, you can go directly to my firm's lawyers, they are also very capable, and they will not disappoint you."

"Since Lawyer Yang doesn't have that mind, I won't be able to force others." Ken slowly picked up the wine that had been placed on the table and drank it, staring ahead without speaking.

Yang Qichen glanced at the time of his watch, asked for two more glasses of vodka, pushed one of them in front of Ken, drank the other one himself, left the wine money on the bar, and took his mobile phone and walked out to the door.

When he returned home, it was pitch black, without a trace of life, and a sense of loneliness came over him, as if it was about to swallow him.

He staggered to the bedroom, the bed was still empty, and he fell into the bed with some chagrin.

Yang Qichen took out his mobile phone, pressed a string of numbers, and dialed it.

"I miss you, but I ...... I miss you so much. ”

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"I-" was about to say something, but only a busy note was left in response.

Yang Qichen buried his head in the quilt, tears soaked out of the corners of his eyes and slid down the quilt.