Su Nan looked at Zhou Qian, then at the door of the ward that had been closed, frowned and asked Zhou Qian:

"Why are you so right?"

Zhou Qian turned his head and didn't say anything.

Only Song Tingchuan sneered on the side:

"He has no face!"

Song Tingchuan's words made Zhou Qian's eyes red, and he turned his head to look at Song Tingchuan:

"What if I just don't have the face to see people?! Look at my current appearance of being a ghost or a ghost, why did I appear in front of her?! ”

"I don't mind if it's enough?"

What Zhou Qian didn't expect was that Cheng Siyu, who had just left decisively, went and returned.

She pushed open the door and walked in, and the morning light from the window of the ward cast a halo around her, like a cute little angel falling from the sky.

Zhou Qian suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Tingchuan hatefully:

"Brother Chuan! You're kidding me?! ”

Song Tingchuan rolled his eyes, "Are you stupid?" If Sister Siyu really runs away, can my daughter-in-law stand here and chat with you in a dignified manner? ”

As far as Su Nan's concept of friendship first, he chased it out early, okay?

He didn't need to know anything beforehand.

Zhou Qian's expression froze, and then he pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

Su Nan dragged Song Tingchuan away quietly.

It wasn't until there were only two of them left in the ward that Cheng Siyu said up:

"Zhou Qian ......"

"Are you here to pity me? Cheng Siyu, I don't need it. ”

Cheng Siyu's appearance at this moment did not bring Zhou Qian any joy.

On the contrary, he only felt that his self-esteem as a man had been trampled on and was gone.

Cheng Siyu smiled, then took a step back.

"You're always like that, self-righteously prejudging my thoughts and actions, and you never ask me what I want."

Her eyes were quiet, faint, and she could no longer find the fiery freshness she once had.

"What do you think I Cheng Siyu is? I don't do charity, and I don't have the heart of a saint, if I really don't care about you, what does it matter to me whether you are dead or alive? Can I leave my drama and not shoot it, and come all the way to pity you and sympathize with you? So who will sympathize with me? ”

She is just a college student majoring in acting who has just debuted, and she has nothing to rely on except for her superb acting skills.

She doesn't have the peerless beauty of the peerless style, and her appearance may be replaced at any time in the entertainment industry.

She also doesn't have a strong background, at most, some old artists she knew when she starred in dramas in her early years said not to bully her, but their status is far from the point where they can open a back door for her.

Therefore, Cheng Siyu's behavior of running away without saying a word today can already be predicted that her drama is yellow.

It's infuriating that she left everything and ran over, and this person's position for her is only sympathy?

Cheng Siyu continued:

"Also, I said that you can't protect me, it's not that you're not strong enough, it's that we don't trust each other enough, these are two completely different concepts, you know?"

"I never asked you to be more productive, when I liked you because you were that stupid second fool, it has nothing to do with your ability!"

"But do you know what it means that you don't trust me enough? It means that no matter how big the umbrella is, it won't protect me from the wind and rain! ”

Zhou Qian's face turned white, and he opened his mouth and muttered:

"But...... You didn't tell me that......"

Cheng Siyu closed his eyes, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes:

"You didn't ask me."