The two were stunned for a while, and when Zhou Yu reacted again, Song Jingyu had already walked out of the room.

"Jingyu, you listen to my explanation, it's not what you think!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yu wanted to catch up, but Fang Yuan grabbed his arm tightly, he clenched his fists and roughly dragged her away from him, "Get out!" ”

"Zhou Yu! If you chased it out today, don't come back! Fang Yuan's tears fell to the ground, and every word she uttered was threatening.

But at the moment, Zhou Yu couldn't care so much, staggered out, and ran downstairs, Song Jingyu had already started the car, he ran to the intersection and wanted to stop it, but the car was gone.

This night, Song Jingyu slept very unsteadily, had nightmares, and woke up before seven o'clock.

There are so many worries in my head that even my dreams become depressed.

There are more than a dozen unread messages on the phone, all of which were sent by Zhou Yu, and Song Jingyu is too lazy to click on them.

It's nothing more than some apologies that move me and promises to the ghosts, even to himself, I'm afraid he won't believe it.

Song Jingyu stretched tiredly, and her eyes fell on the bank card at the head of the bed, which was to be returned by him for Zhou Fusheng, which was regarded as a rejection of her.

But Song Jingyu hates people who brush her face the most.

The more Zhou Fusheng refused, the stronger her desire to win.

When she was about to get off work, Song Jingyu arrived at the hospital where Zhou Fusheng worked, and Zhou Fusheng was still busy at this time, so she could only sit in the corridor and wait.

Sitting beside her was a young boy of about ten years old, sitting quietly, staring at the report in his hand.

Out of curiosity, Song Jingyu glanced at the contents of the report sheet.

When she saw leukemia, the shock in her heart almost prompted her to cry out, how could such a young child get this disease.

What a pity.

Her compassion is especially overflowing today.

In the consultation room, Zhou Fusheng was sitting on a chair on the opposite side, discussing the boy's condition with the patient's family.

The door was open, and he had already noticed that there was a pair of eyes outside the door that were following him closely, so he raised his head and fell into the eye with Song Jingyu at the right time.

Zhou Fusheng frowned almost imperceptibly, and his gaze didn't stay on her for half a second before he returned to his work.

The next moment, the phone on the table rang.

Zhou Fusheng saw that it was Song Jingyu, and hung up directly, and at the same time looked out of the door, she could already feel the silent warning in his eyes.

Song Jingyu pursed her lips, not caring in her heart.

It didn't take long for the family members to come out of the consultation room, wipe their tears and take the little boy away, and Song Jingyu's eyes followed the boy's small figure, walking farther and farther.

The mobile phone shook, and Song Jingyu retracted her gaze, and saw that it was a message from Zhou Fusheng: [Come in]

She stood up and straightened the hem of her skirt, in front of Zhou Fusheng, she must always maintain the most perfect posture.

"Looking for me?" Zhou Fusheng leaned back in his chair and looked at the case, his posture was lazy, and a pair of bony hands knocked on the table one by one.

Song Jingyu sat opposite him, glanced down at the work card hanging on his chest, and opened his mouth to talk nonsense: "Looking for you to see a doctor." ”

Zhou Fusheng didn't raise his eyelids, and his tone was a little helpless, "I still have something to do, don't waste time." ”

"Okay."

Song Jingyu had no intention of leaving, she picked up a magazine in her hand and looked at it, her expression was lazy, her legs were folded, and at the same time she slowly stretched her legs to the opposite side, touching his calves and rubbing them gently.

It made Zhou Fusheng itch.

So when she moved her legs up more and more presumptuously, a pair of warm and powerful hands grabbed her ankles.

Song Jingyu noticed that she wanted to retreat, but she couldn't break it no matter how she earned it. Looking at Zhou Fusheng again, his face still maintained a calm appearance, calm as if nothing had happened.