Zhang Meng entered Qingying's ward. Qingying lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. When she heard something, she turned her head and looked at it. Seeing that it was Zhang Meng, she turned her head back.

"What are you doing in? Or do you want to ask if this child is yours?" Qingying said with a cold face.

"Is that right?" Zhang Meng looked at her with his eyes down.

"No matter how many times you ask, it's the same, this child has nothing to do with you."

"It can be counted as time. That night in the end of August, we..."

"Zhang Meng, you're too naive." Qingying chuckled and said, "We only have that one time. Do you think I have no other man?"

Zhang Meng's eyes were dark and he looked at her without saying a word.

"I have been driven out of the Su family. There is no need for me to lie to you now, right?" Qingying raised her eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "You are the father of driving out children like this because you still like me, right?"

Zhang Meng pursed his thin lips and did not deny it.

"I said that there is no possibility between us. You are just a playmate who was ignorant when I was a child and played with me. We have already made it clear and no longer entangled." Qingying said the words.

"Then... what are you going to do if you are a child? Go and find his father?" Zhang Meng and Qingying met in high school at the age of sixteen. Now it has been more than five years in the blink of an eye. He watched her transformation bit by bit, and the distance between them is getting farther and farther away.

"What are you looking for to him? He can't give me the future I want." Qingying curled the corners of her lips.

"What do you want?" Zhang Meng clamped his hands into a fist and said, "Is there a life of glory and wealth, wealth and wealth, and a glorious life?"

"Yes." Qingying answered directly. She never hides her in front of Zhang Meng. It doesn't matter how unbearable she is. Perhaps it is because she has no love for him and does not need to mind.

"Those are so important?" Zhang Meng took a breath.

"It's very important to me." Qingying replied seriously.

"If I said that no matter who the child's father is, I would marry you and try my best to live the life you want?" Zhang Meng could say this, and had already put down his dignity and face, and could not be humble anymore. He has always been proud, and no one could let him take this step.

Qingying was stunned for a moment, then bent her lips and said with a little contempt: "Try hard? No matter how hard you work, you will be the son of a murderer and an addict."

The blue veins on the back of Zhang Meng's hand were prominent, and his eyes were dark. He was born as a single parent, not because his parents divorced or his mother died early, but when he was young, his mother accidentally killed a person who came to collect debts and was arrested for prison. The incident was caused by his father borrowing a large amount of money by taking drugs.

Since his mother was imprisoned, his father quit drugs. In order to support him, he has been working hard for more than ten years and has been paid a lot of money. As Qingying said, his background cannot be cleaned up.

He never mentioned these things to others, but only told Qingying, but she didn't expect that she would stab him with his heartfelt words.

"Qu Qingying, just pretend I didn't say anything just now." Zhang Meng's palm gradually loosened, and his voice came out like the bottom of the valley: "I will not be entangled with you any more in the future."

Qingying bent her mouth slightly and said, "That would be better."

The blue veins on Zhang Meng's forehead were bulging. He tried his best to restrain his emotions, looked at Qingying again, and turned around and left the ward.

Qingying looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of it.

Zhang Meng left the ward and walked out of the hospital. He happened to see Su Yicheng squatting on the ground. He frowned, walked over and squatted down, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Su Yicheng gasped, raised his eyes and saw that it was Zhang Meng, and the corners of his mouth bent.

"Where is uncomfortable? Can you get up?" Zhang Meng asked anxiously when she looked pale and bloodless.

Su Yicheng held the ground with his palms, barely straightened his knees, and his breathing was still breathing violently. After standing up straight, he swayed for a few times before fainting in Zhang Meng's arms.

Zhang Meng was in chaos for a moment, so he picked her up and returned to the hospital.

When Su Yicheng woke up, the sky was already dark, and the white light in the hospital ward was a little dazzling. She hated the smell of disinfectant the most. She lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, and found that Zhang Meng was sitting on the sofa, with her arms on her head and her eyes closed. The golden hair was still particularly conspicuous under the light, and she felt like she was scattering her teeth and claws.

Su Yicheng got out of the bed, took the thin blanket on the bed and covered Zhang Meng, squatted down to look at his sleeping face. In fact, he had a very clean and beautiful face. When he fell asleep, he restrained his usual smirk and looked very simple and pure.

He had the most enviable traits in him, free and unrestrained, free and carefree. Although he often acted frivolous and romantic, she felt that he seemed to be a lonely person, but in order to make himself stronger, he had to make some disguise.

"What kind of person are you?" Su Yicheng tilted his head, looked at Zhang Meng's face, and muttered to himself.

Zhang Meng moved her eyelids slightly, opened her eyes, saw Su Yicheng squatting in front of him, and sat upright and asked, "Are you getting better?"

"Yes." Su Yicheng nodded, about to stand up, his legs were a little numb. He reached out to Zhang Meng and said, "Help me."

Zhang Meng held her arm, stood up, and pulled her up with force.

Su Yicheng's calves were numb and weak, and his head hit Zhang Meng's chest. She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and joked: "You are wearing steel plates, so hard."

He has been doing it since childhood and has practiced countless kinds of Sanda since childhood, so his body is naturally much stronger than usual.

"I can still joke. It seems that it's really okay, so I'll leave." Zhang Meng glanced at Su Yicheng and said lightly. He was not in the mood to joke with Su Yicheng at this moment. He originally wanted to contact her family, but she set a password lock on her phone. He couldn't open it and couldn't contact her. He was so worried that she was stunned in the hospital. So he stayed to accompany her. Now that it's okay, he naturally was leaving.

Seeing Zhang Meng turning around and leaving, Su Yicheng immediately grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Zhang Meng turned around and saw her bright eyes as bright as a deer, looking at him pitifully, saying, "I want to go back too."

Zhang Meng frowned slightly and said, "No, the doctor said you want to stay in the hospital for observation."

"I'm fine, it's really fine." Su Yicheng responded to him with a firm look. Seeing that Zhang Meng seemed to hesitate, he said pitifully: "I don't like the feeling of staying alone in the hospital."

"Let go of my clothes first." Zhang Meng said helplessly without hesitation with her.

Su Yicheng loosened Zhang Meng's clothes a little bit, for fear that he would leave directly, so he would not take her back with him.

Zhang Meng suddenly turned around, sat back on the sofa, and said, "I'll stay, you're not alone, can you stay in the hospital for observation?"

Su Yicheng didn't expect that this was the result. Looking at Zhang Meng sitting on the sofa, he could only return to the hospital bed obediently.
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