"That's good." Zhao Cheng answered and took the lid to close the thermos cup, and then got up and put it back in its original position.

Sitting on the bed, Song Qing looked up at the window, it was already evening.

At this time, the evening sun was shining into the ward through the window, and it was very warm with a faint layer of gold.

The man stood beside her bed, and the evening sun was just shining on him. Under the background of the setting sun, the man is even taller and straighter, and even the white shirt seems to be dyed with a layer of light gold, which is very dazzling.

Song squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

It seems that this man is very young in his memory, in his twenties, handsome and cold, with a little greenness.

And the man standing by her bedside at this time may have become deep and restrained with the precipitation of time.

The same two people, feeling that time does not seem to have left many traces on this man except for the change in age.

This person is still handsome and peerless in his memory and still now.

Looking at him, Song Qing could obviously feel the nervous excitement in his heart.

That's the feeling she already had, but it was hidden in her subconscious because she had no memory.

I have always had a very complicated feeling about Zhao Cheng, and I can't say it and I can't figure it out, but now Song Qing understands.

Her attraction to him was not temporary, nor did it just start, but it was always present in her inner subconscious.

That's why she couldn't refuse his approach, blushing and heartbeating for his flirtatation, and even knowing that he was a married man, she still had her heart for him.

Because those feelings were already there for her.

Feeling that Song Qing was looking at him, Zhao Cheng turned his head to look at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Cheng said something and pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of her bed.

Being caught by Zhao Cheng and named, Song Qing couldn't help but quickly lower his head, a little afraid to look at him.

Where Zhao Cheng couldn't see, Song Qing's face burned and he couldn't help but buckle the sheets with his fingers.

In the past, she thought that this man was the wrong person, and he was a stand-in, but in a blink of an eye, she changed from a stand-in to someone else's Bai Yueguang.

The reversal was so dramatic, Song Qing felt embarrassed to death.

Seeing that Song Qing bowed his head and didn't speak, Zhao Cheng frowned.

He was silent for a while, then reached out and touched her head and whispered, "The doctor said that you fainted because of stimulation, are you thinking about something again?" ”

Zhao Cheng paused here and then continued: "If you think that you are really not my wife, if you say no, then it is not. "Anyway, as long as he thinks so, it's fine.

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing's eyes seriously, as if to let her know that he really wouldn't do anything to her.

He just wanted to hurt her.

Zhao Cheng's voice was a little depressed, and after a while, he whispered: "So, you don't have to think about it and don't have pressure, if you think that I am too close to you and make you uncomfortable, then I promise to keep a certain distance from you as much as possible in the future, if you don't want to live with me, then I will move out when I buy a house, so it's good." ”

The man's hand gently stroked her cheek very gently, obviously his fingers were cold, but Song Qing's face was on fire.

Song Qing raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, and for the first time seriously looked at this person as a man from his own family.

The big guy is my husband!

It's really my husband.

It's incredible! Or maybe it doesn't feel real.

Song Qing looked at his cold face and unconsciously stretched out his hand.