Xilin Hospital Xia Mengling is familiar with. She now believes in Yan Siming's words and did not go to the front desk to ask. Of course, even if she asked, the front desk would not tell her.
Xia Mengying quickly walked to the elevator and took the 16th floor directly.
After getting out of the elevator, there was a long corridor on both sides. Xia Mengling looked around and looked around. He just saw Fang Jingyi enter a room.
I do n’t know why, she did n’t want Zhang Hui to find herself now, so she rushed in to find Zhang Hui to ask the impulse to ask clearly, returned to the elevator mouth, and explored her head.
After changing his clothes, the doctor's white coat, a mask on his face.
Xia Meng was shocked. Her heart has been jumping from the hospital since she was in the hospital. She had a blank mind, but the nerves were tight. On both sides of the temples, a sudden jump, a spiny, then stabbed.
pain.
Fang Jingyi walked to the camera of the corridor and turned in the direction. Xia Mengying quietly followed her. This time, Zhang Hui entered a ward, and Xia Mengling had bypassed the ward and walked to the glass window.
Because the curtains in the room are not pulled up, standing on the window, across the clean glass window, you can see the inside clearly.
After Zhang Hui went in, he poured himself a glass of water, and then sat on the bed.
On the bed, lying down, but because Fang Jingyi's face facing the direction of her face just had a bedside table, her face was not clear, but even so, intuition told Xia Mengyu that that person was Fang Jingyi.
Didn't she go to the UK with Aunt Zhang to travel? How could she be here? Why was she lying on the hospital bed? During this time, she has always been in the hospital?
What kind of disease she has, why don't she tell herself?
Xia Mengyu thought more and more, and felt that she was shocked. She was stupid in place, and she was at a loss. She really didn't know what to do.
For a long time, Xia Mengying herself didn't know how long it took, the people on the bed moved, and Zhang Hui, who was sitting at her back, suddenly stood up and helped the people on the bed sitting up.
The face leaning on the bedside was completely stupid, sore in my heart, tears were completely uncontrollable, bursting out of the eyes, the ice was cool, as if the heart was condensed up.
Because she was afraid that Fang Jingyi saw herself, she squatted on the ground, trying to cry, but did not dare to cry in this place, biting her finger tightly.
Only a month did not arrive, the mother and Aunt Zhang were much thinner, especially the mother, there was no flesh on the sharp chin, her eyes were not bright, her faces were pale, and she was almost the same as her clean white pillow cover she was on the pillow.
Color, like white paper, Xia Mengling thought, and his heart was tightly thoroughly thoroughly became a ball.
How could this look like this? Xia Mengyu didn't understand, why don't you understand.
She vaguely looked at the snow -white wall and the white ceiling. She only felt that the air in this place was suffocating, and she didn't want to leave.
What is going on?
Xia Mengyu just rushed out of the hospital and hadn't returned to her car. A figure suddenly pulled her.
"How about, don't I lie to you?"
The familiar voice sounded at this time, in addition to coldness, it was even more cruel.
"Get, you roll me!"
Xia Mengyu didn't look up, but also guessed the coming, roared, and pushed him away.
Yan Siming did not expect that Xia Mengyu would push him away like this and took a few steps back. He was about to get angry. Seeing Xia Meng's tears on his face, full of grief, like a barrel of cold.
The water was poured and couldn't get out of the fire.
Xia Mengying, she was crying.
For the first time, he felt that Xia Mengling needed to be protected for the first time. Looking at her now, he couldn't help but regret it. He didn't seem to let her know about this.
Although I did n’t know a long time, Yan Siming knew that Xia Mengying ’s heart was beyond the general tenacity, just like the first time to meet, the situation that night was dangerous, but she showed an unusually calm, even if it was
He reached her head with a gun, and she did not drop a tear.
He hates tears, so he has always had a good opinion of the crying woman, but now, watching Xia Meng's pear flowers and rain, without previous alertness and vigilance, now she is full of grief, Yan Siming looks like
Soft heart.
There is no tit -for -tat, no cold words, Yan Siming feels that Xia Meng is very loving now, there is a kind of impulse to hold her in her arms.
Yan Siming thought like that, and soon, he put this idea into practice. He took a few steps to take her in his arms.
Seeing that he was far away, Xia Mengfeng came up and hugged himself, struggling subconsciously, but Yan Siming's arms seemed to be like an iron hoop. No matter how hard she worked hard, he couldn't from his arms.
Break free.
"I just lend you the shoulders for a while."
Yan Siming said coolly, not very naturally concerned, but Xia Mengyu couldn't hear it.
Yan Siming stretched out his hand, buckled Xia Mengying's back, and leaned her on her shoulder.
Xia Mengying was still crying, tears penetrated Yan Siming's clothes, and the ice was cool.
Yan Siming feels that today's sun is particularly bright and bright, shining on the body, making people's hearts softened.
At present, Xia Mengying does need a shoulder that relies on, but the person provided by the provided is definitely not Yan Siming.
She leaned on his shoulders, without the familiar pine grass fragrance, and the embrace was even more hard.
This person is not Ning Ziqian, but Yan Siming.
Thinking of Yan Siming, Xia Mengying quickly thought that he would treat Ning Ziqian as an enemy. This time, he took the initiative to tell her, but what was the purpose of this?
She doesn't want to have any ambiguous relationships with the person with the front. Even now, she is full of sadness, but she can't lean on his shoulders.
Xia Mengyun stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, then quickly wiped off the tears on his eyes, sucked his nose, converged and held his sadness.
"Yan Siming, you let me go."
The sound was still trembling, and some cold.
Yan Siming leaned back, watching the tear marks obviously wiped on Xia Meng's face. The flame that had just been pressed down almost burned in an instant, but did not release Xia Mengying's hand.
"Yan Siming, I let you let go, I don’t need your shoulder!"
Xia Meng's cold voice showed a strong resistance, and the same as just now, he reached out to push Yan Siming.
Yan Siming was angry in an instant, loosened her hands on Xia Meng's waist, and tightly clasped Xia Mengying's shoulder with both hands, letting her look at herself, "Who do you want to rely on who should be on the shoulder, Ning
Ziqian's? "
Yan Siming's voice showed a strong smell of gunpowder, and the hand that buckled her shoulders with her shoulders made her look up.