"I'm not hungry." Ding Xiangwei really cared about Tingyun, and his distressed eyes kept falling on him, "What do you want to eat? Tingyun."
Tingyun shook his head, "I don't want to eat anything, I'm fine, Mr. Ding, don't worry." The corners of his lips raised lightly.
"It hurts very much, right?" Ding Xiangwei really wanted to share the burden for him, "Thank you today." But he was also scared, but fortunately he just injured his arm.
"It's just a little injury." Tingyun said with a relaxed look on his face and said with a smile, "It's not worth mentioning. Fortunately, Mr. Li and you are fine, I feel relieved."
In fact, Li Mi also owe him a thank you.
But Tingyun looked at her and spoke first, "Mr. Li, thank you for your blood transfusion for me."
"Isn't this supposed to be?" Li Mi was quite sorry, "We have implicated you, and thanks to you, thank you."
The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became much more relaxed.
Li Mi stayed in the hospital to accompany them. She felt very distressed when she saw her father's black hair.
But when she thought of her father's concern and love for Ding Yichen, she felt a little relieved.
In the evening.
The sunset in the sky is beautiful, and the fire clouds are layer by layer, dyeing the entire sky red.
Since Li Mi left, Jingting has no intention of going to the company again, and he is in a very depressed mood.
Sitting in the rattan chair on the terrace on the second floor, watching the sunset fade away little by little, drinking pots of tea and pots, and the night finally came.
However, on the phone, the positioning of the car is still displayed in the hospital.
He really didn't move.
Is she not going to come back?
Jingting held his cell phone, feeling a little frustrated, hesitating whether to call her.
Until he finally couldn't sit still, he got up and took the coat on the back of the chair and left.
After going downstairs, just as he walked towards the living room door, Mrs. Zhou came over with a thermal bowl containing chicken soup, "Are you going to the hospital?"
"..." Jingting stopped and looked at her in surprise.
Mrs. Zhou stood in front of him with a kind smile on her face, "Do you want to go to the hospital for a look? Take this over?"
Jingting is quite embarrassed.
Mrs. Zhou handed the bag to him and advised, "Go, Mr. Ding should be here too. Everyone drinks something and brings his wife back. If you have anything to do, please explain it clearly."
"..." Jingting looked at her, turned around and took steps out.
Mrs. Zhou watched him walk out of the living room, watched him get into Lamborghini, and quickly drove away.
"Oh, I should have gone long ago."
As a bystander, Mrs. Zhou was worried. The couple had been doing well, but they were quarreling so fiercely just now. The first time I saw my wife get so angry.
Lamborghini drove to the hospital, Jingting held the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other hand casually on the car window.
The evening breeze blew his hair, and his eyes that looked ahead became deep and boundless, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.
In the hospital ward.
The anesthetic in Tingyun's arm had dissipated, and the pain began to penetrate into the flesh, but he had no expression on his face and had been enduring it.
Li Mi just went down and bought them dinner, and pushed the door open and entered.
Under the bright light, she felt very distressed when she saw the silver threads mixed in her father's black hair. Her father had grown old over the years.
She will definitely be more filial in the future.
After a long struggle in his heart, Ding Xiangwei thought that this was an excellent opportunity, and Tingyun was there, Siyue was there too.
There are some things you can try to say...
"Si Yue." Ding Xiangwei turned his eyes, "Come here."
Li Mi was taking out the food she bought at this time. When she heard her father's instructions, she quickly put down the chopsticks in her hand and came to the bed.
"Is there anything wrong?"
He took his daughter's hand and looked at Tingyun sitting at the head of the bed, "I think it's time to tell you something."
The two young men set their eyes on him, waiting for his follow-up speech.
Just as Ding Xiangwei opened his mouth, the ward door opened again.
Everyone turned their eyes when they heard the sound and saw Jingting coming in, and he was still carrying a big bag in his hand.