When Xia Tang woke up, it was already the middle of the night.

Looking around, I realized that I was back in my bedroom. Some confused eyes searched around, looking for the handsome face that had always occupied their hearts. It's a pity that I looked around, but I didn't find that person. With some disappointed eyes, he turned his head to look out the window at the dark night. The snort was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant water, but a sourness burst out of the chest, and a feeling of sadness that wanted to cry spontaneously arose.

Guarding her was Ye Xuan, a family doctor, who saw that she was awake. helped adjust the flow rate of the drip a little, and on that cold face, there was a rare trace of helplessness, and some sighed earnestly, "Miss Tang, is it really good to toss your body like this?" ”

Xia Tang looked out the window and didn't speak.

"Hungry? When you're hungry, I'll ask Heng Ma to help you make some supper. Ye Xuan asked, returning to his usual appearance, and his tone was light. It seems that she has never been pampered. At all times, you can maintain absolute calm.

"What do you want to eat?" She continued to ask, but when she didn't answer, she said to herself, "Don't think I'll cook myself, you know, I've never had a talent for cooking." ”

Xia Tang finally turned his face, but his bright and transparent eyes were already filled with a layer of dark gloom and disappointment. looked at Ye Xuan in a daze, her fan-shaped eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously she didn't speak, but people could easily see the trace of confused longing in her eyes.

Ye Xuan sighed, "I know you want to ask if the second young master sent you back?" The answer to this question is no, it was Ding Ying and your classmate Jane Eyre who sent you back. ”

Xia Tang's eyes dimmed a little, and a clear fragility appeared on his little face. The mouth opened slightly, "......"

Ye Xuan shrugged, "Don't ask me where the second young master is now, I have no right to ask." All I know is that he never came back. ”

Xia Tang rolled over and buried his little face in the pillow. Writhing in bed, how could he not come home until now? She had fainted, how could he ignore it? He obviously cares about whether she is okay or not?

She's going crazy......

"Miss Pester, eat something. Anyway, the body is important......" Ye Xuan said a few more words.

Xia Tang didn't have any appetite at all, and said weakly, "I'm not hungry...... You go out first, I want to rest. ”

Ye Xuan knew that this girl had always been stubborn, so she didn't say much. It just happened that the drip was lost, and after helping her dial the needle, she withdrew.

After that, Xia Tang couldn't sleep over and over. Thinking about that man, thinking about how he could be so ruthless?

After lying on the bed for a while, she got up. I went to the study next door and set up a drawing board in the study. Don't look at her usual vitality, naughty and troublesome. But she has a more literary hobby, that is, painting. When she's in a bad mood, she likes to sit in front of the drawing board and paint. Of course, most of the subjects she painted were the people.

"Brush ......"

The sound of a paintbrush grinding against the paper filled the study.

The night was so quiet, and she was in such a bad mood. But he can only use the brush to quietly vent.

The last stroke outlined the man's perfect facial features, and she nodded in satisfaction.

Most of her study is full of portraits of him, mostly painted when she is in a bad mood. The man on the painting is handsome and charming, and his cold facial features always outline a shallow smile. In reality, he never smiled at her. So, she would fantasize about his smile and freeze it on the painting.

When I have nothing to do, I will turn it out and look at it. Look at his colorful standing posture and watch his colorful smile......

He has a habit of cleanliness and never likes her to touch these paints or anything like that. She once finished a painting and happily delivered it to him, only to be frowned at by him in disgust and thrown into the trash. Since then, she has stopped giving him paintings and will only treasure them herself.

Probably because she was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even know that the door behind her was pushed open.

Then, I smelled the fragrance of shredded noodles with green vegetables and meat.

didn't look back, so he decisively refused, "Heng Mom, I don't want to eat." Go to sleep and leave me alone. ”

"Don't want to eat, want to continue to faint?"

It was the man's deep, cold voice.