Hilton Hotel, Room 1013.

This is a couple-themed room. When you enter the door, you will find a red carpet made of roses. There is a bottle of red wine and two goblets on the ambiguously lit wine cabinet.

Walking further in, there was a big heart-shaped bed, and a woman was sitting on it.

The woman was wearing a translucent lace pajamas, and the beautiful scenery inside was faintly visible, and her long white and smooth legs appeared mostly. She was lying on the bed side, sexy and hot, making people fascinated.

It’s a pity that such a beautiful and so carefully dressed woman is alone in the empty room at this time.

The people she was waiting for had not arrived yet.

"Why haven't Lin Zhou come yet?"

Chen Yao's face looked a little ugly. After recording the show from Star City Satellite TV, she hurried to the Hilton Hotel that she had made an appointment with Lin Zhou to this couple's room she had booked in advance.

Chen Jue also ordered the hotel in advance and asked the staff to decorate the room very romantically.

Chen Yao also quickly took a shower, dressed up, put on carefully selected sexy pajamas, and prepared expensive red wine.

Just waiting for Lin Zhou to arrive, he captured him again with his tenderness.

As long as Lin Zhou is willing to help her compete for the theme song of "Unsung Heroes" and will devote herself to writing songs for her from now on.

She can remarry Lin Zhou and be a virtuous and gentle wife.

Although Chen Yao is vain, because of her family education since childhood, she is actually very good at doing housework, especially cooking, and her craftsmanship is comparable to a hotel chef.

When she was newly married to Lin Zhou, she basically cooked every day. At that time, the two of them were in love and mixed with oil.

But later Chen Yao focused on her career and gradually ignored her family, so she never cooked for Lin Zhou again.

And now, if she remarries Lin Zhou, she is willing to become the pure and virtuous wife she once was.

He is a very popular star in front of him, and his little wife is the gold medal lyricist.

Isn’t this combination of golden boy and jade girl also a topic that is talked about in the entertainment industry?

Maybe, your popularity will be even higher.

Chen Yao had already thought of it a long way.

But reality quickly poured a basin of cold water on her.

From ten o'clock to twelve o'clock, Lin Zhou never showed up.

Chen Yao sat up with difficulty and rubbed her legs. She slapped her sexy pose on the bed for too long, and her legs were numb.

Chen Jue sent a WeChat message: "Chen Yao, how are you talking to Lin Zhou?"

Chen Yao replied with a gloomy face: "He didn't come."

The opposite side was silent for a moment and replied: "I'll contact other songwriters."

Chen Yao put down her cell phone and sat blankly.

He really won't come?

Why?

He loved me so much before and was so accommodating to me, how could he suddenly lose feelings for me?

I don't believe it!

...

In the ward.

Lin Zhou pulled open the sofa bed next to the hospital bed, took a quilt from the cabinet, lay down, and said to Su Qingmei who was talking on the hospital bed:

"Go to sleep."

Just now, Su Qingmei's three groups of liquids had been injected, but for convenience, she continued to infusion in the next few days, and the indwelling needle continued to be inserted on the back of her hand.

Su Qingmei was not used to it and touched the indulgent needle on the back of her hand from time to time.

"Be careful, don't tilt the needle, you will have to be re-punched tomorrow."

The two of them were very close to each other, and Lin Zhou reached out to stop her.

Su Qingmei bit her lip and looked at the needle on the back of her hand, feeling a little aggrieved:

“It’s really uncomfortable.”

Lin Zhou smiled: "Why do you look like a child? Go to bed early."

He turned off the lights and the ward fell into darkness.

A moment later, Su Qingmei's voice sounded:

"Have you slept?"

Lin Zhou said helplessly: "You haven't even slept, how can I sleep?"

"You can talk with me." It was probably the first time I spent the night in the ward, and Su Qingmei was a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, what are we talking about?" Lin Zhou agreed.

"Do you want to know..."

Su Qingmei paused, her voice trembling slightly:

"Why don't I dare to go to the hospital?"

Lin Zhou was stunned and turned over to look at the curved and delicate figure on the hospital bed next to him.

Su Qingmei had already started to tell her secretly:

"I was raised by my grandmother. Before I was seven years old, I only met my parents twice, one was when my grandmother moved, and the other was... grandmother's funeral."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Lin Zhou seemed to hear Su Qingmei’s voice with a crying voice.

This was the first time Lin Zhou saw Su Qingmei crying.

Or, it's really just an illusion?

After a while, Su Qingmei continued:

"My grandfather died before I was born. My parents worked in another place, and my grandmother raised me alone. It was very hard.

When I was a child, I was very naughty and was a famous little devil in the yard. But no matter what mistake I made, my grandma never got angry.

One day, I saw a child from home wearing a beautiful hairpin and I asked my grandma to buy it for me, but it was too late at that time.

But for me, my grandma went out to find a store selling card issues.

Later, when I saw my grandma again, she was already lying on the hospital bed.

Grandma has a lot of blood on her body, and needles and tubes are inserted on the back of her hands, nose and mouth.

When my grandmother saw me, she smiled at me, and then took out a washer card from her pocket...

Later, the drunk driver was sentenced to death, and his family also paid a lot of money.

But it was useless, and since then, I never dared to go to the hospital again."

The ward fell into a long silence.

Lin Zhou suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never seen Su Qingmei wear a hairpin. If she tied her hair, she would use a hair rope.

Lin Zhou sat up and could vaguely see the quilt on the hospital bed trembling constantly, and the person hiding in the quilt seemed to be crying.

Lin Zhou stood up and sat down beside the hospital bed. Looking at the quilt that was shaking, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked it on the quilt.

"It's okay, just cry."

"I didn't cry...wow~~"

The sound of sobs came from the quilt, and the cold goddess cried like a child.

Lin Zhou gently patted her thin back through the quilt.

After a while, the sob in the quilt gradually stopped.

Lin Zhou pulled a tissue from the bedside table, gently pulled a corner of the quilt, and handed it in to her.

"Pull it."

The tissue was taken over, and Su Qingmei pulled the quilt down from inside.

After a while, the quilt was pulled apart and a wet tissue was handed out from it.

Lin Zhou took the tissue, and the quilt was pulled down again, blocking the tears inside.

Lin Zhou shook his head and smiled, patting the quilt gently:

"Will you tell Sister Zhang and Xiaoyun tomorrow that our goddess is crying?"

The quilt suddenly twisted, and it was obvious that the person inside was losing his temper.

"Okay, don't say it, don't say it, I promise no one will tell."

Lin Zhou hurriedly said, the person under the quilt stopped moving.

"Miss Su, your grandma will definitely not want to see you not cherish your body in heaven, so..."
To be continued...