What does Rong Che mean? How could Chen Fengyan not know? He clearly did it on purpose.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qinghuan looked up at him, but the next moment, Chen Fengyan slammed the door and went out.

Looking at the direction of the door, Lin Qinghuan pulled the corner of her mouth.

Rong Che was right, the hospital was so annoying.

She was still a little slow to react, but she didn't even hear that Rong Che's words were warning.

Chen Fengyan was found by Rong Che at Lin Qinghuan's attending doctor. He was following the doctor's advice.

"It's okay to go home to recuperate. Anyway, this small injury is not a big problem for your private doctor. But you, don't bother. No matter what, they are also patients. Try not to touch water in the wound, as it will be bad if it gets inflamed."

Rong Che leaned on the chair, his eyes were enough to kill: "I came to listen to the doctor's advice, not to listen to your nonsense!"

"I've said everything I should say. What else do you want? I've been tortured by you for two days. Can't I say some nonsense?" Zhu Qingwen looked at it for granted. At the end of the conversation, he was so angry that he almost slapped the table.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fengyan pushed the door and went in.

Zhu Qingwen felt a headache when he saw him, glanced at Rong Che, and looked heartbroken: "Two big guys, please go out for the duel and turn right onto the rooftop. I still want it in the office!"

The incident between the two of them had long been spread by Ou Rui's big mouth, and there were few people who usually played together and didn't know about it now.

Besides, looking at Chen Fengyan, it doesn’t look like someone who will give up easily.

When he thought of it, Zhu Qingwen was angry. After all, he was also a professor-level figure. Yesterday, Chen Fengyan called him and asked him to come over to deal with it himself.

Deal with your uncle!

What big can happen if a skin trauma is done!

But he had to give these two ancestors a face, so he could only complain in his heart.

Chen Fengyan glanced at Rong Che, and regardless of whether someone was present, he said directly: "What do you mean?"

Rong Che stood up calmly and said calmly: "What else can I mean?" As he said that, he glanced at Chen Fengyan with great interest: "Besides, even if I really have something to do, what can you do?"

Chen Fengyan clenched his fists.

Zhu Qingwen glanced at the two men who were facing each other and tried his best to reduce his presence so that he did not want to interfere with the affairs of these two old men.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Rong Che chuckled and said, "Be calm and don't really think that your situation will be better than mine."

These words are like warnings and reminders.

After Rong Che finished speaking, he left directly.

Zhu Qingwen glanced at Chen Fengyan and felt a little sympathetic inexplicably.

Neither of them is much better than each other, but, aside from the others, Chen Fengyan cannot be Rong Che's opponent at all.

Close the document in his hand, reached out and patted Chen Fengyan on the shoulder, sighed, and comforted: "Stop messing around, you have been troubled by Rong Che, your mother? Do you really think they don't know about the past two days? Listen to Rong Che, be at peace. If you do this, don't say that the Rong family's old man will not let her go, can your old man sit still?"

Chen Fengyan didn't say anything.

Rong Jianhua went abroad the day before yesterday. There was an event for the Shen family’s business in France to participate. She went with Shen Jia'an. The old man of the Shen family had a seminar in another province.

Chen Fengyan thought that at least he would do more for her during the period when they were away.

When Zhu Qing heard that he didn't speak, he thought he understood, so he patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Will you go to play cards at night? Call Ou Rui and the others."

Chen Fengyan didn't say anything, took away Zhu Qingwen's hand that was put on his shoulder and walked away directly.

Rong Che returned to Lin Qinghuan's ward after finishing the discharge procedures. Lin Qinghuan heard the sound of opening the door and looked up. Seeing that it was Rong Che, he said casually: "Why have you been there for so long?"

"I've talked to your doctor for a few words." As he said that, he pushed Lin Qinghuan out.

"I haven't packed up yet."

Rong Che said directly: "Xiao Su will ask someone to come and clean up later."

Passing by Qin Yao's ward, I watched a young man who was sending flowers come out dejectedly with a bouquet of flowers.

Lin Qinghuan took a look at the purple hyacinth.

"What are you doing? Every time I run away in vain!" The young man who sent the flower to pass by Lin Qinghuan, complaining in a low voice, just as Lin Qinghuan heard it.

Lin Qinghuan lowered her eyes.

The one who sent flowers to her and Qin Yao should be the same person.

What I gave her was a blue symbolizing life, but what I gave Qin Yao was a purple that represented sadness and jealousy.

In this way, it is not surprising why Rong Che said, "When did you become friends with him?"

He knew at all that the words were sent by Rong Chen, but they were not exposed.

In addition to the inpatient building, Rong Che carried her to the passenger seat, put her wheelchair away, sat in the passenger seat, started the car and left, and then started the main road and said, "What are you thinking? You haven't spoken."

Lin Qinghuan was a little puzzled: "Isn't it normal for me not to speak? Besides, there is nothing to say."

Rong Che smiled, but didn't care, but changed the topic: "The Lin family has not shown up in the past few days you were hospitalized, what did you think?"

When talking about the Lin family, Lin Qinghua couldn't help but sneer, and then said with a sigh of relief: "It's good not to show up, and I don't want to deal with them too much."

"You're so open-minded."

Lin Qinghuan would say this, and Rong Che was not surprised.

"What can I do if I can't think so? This is my life." Lin Qinghuan lay on the car window and looked outside. The wind blew in, and it was cool.

Rong Che asked her to sit down, and soon closed the car window. Then, he asked curiously: "What's your life?"

"There will always be a bad luck, and the fate will be a bad luck."

Rong Che couldn't help but laugh: "So, I will have bad luck in the rest of my life and have a bad life?"

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "It's my life, not yours."

"You are my life."

The six simple words floated into her heart, and she hadn't responded for a long time.

After a while, he smiled and said vaguely: "By the way, how are Siyuan doing these two days? Are you still obedient?"

She subconsciously ignored Rong Che's words just now, as if she hadn't heard it.

Rong Che didn't say anything, and didn't care much about her reaction. When he arrived at the villa, he drove the car into the garage, parked the car, and sat quietly in the driver's seat.

Lin Qinghuan was very panicked. She wanted to get out of the car, put her hand on the door handle, and opened it two or three times before opening it. However, although the car door was opened, she suddenly realized that she had no way to get out of the car.

Soon, Rong Che pulled her back, held her shoulder and pressed her sideways on the seat, and kissed her lips without saying a word.

He was a little restrained, but as profound as ever. After a long time, he let go, holding her cheeks with warm palms. From his eyes, Lin Qinghuan saw a little seriousness: "Let's try to fall in love."

Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to answer, but just looked at him and said lightly: "Are you serious or have you just lived enough of a lonely life?"

Rong Che's hands that covered her face froze.

Lin Qinghuan lowered her eyes and then chuckled: "Is it difficult to answer?"

Rong Che still didn't say anything.

Lin Qinghuan knew it, not surprising: "You can't be serious, and I dare not be serious about someone like you, so how can you fall in love?"

In her opinion, love is more like a desperate escape, with no tomorrow and no end.

She and Rong Che can go together, but they are destined not to walk too much.

After a moment, Rong Che let go of her, sat in her seat, took out a cigarette and lighter from her pocket, lit a cigarette, took a sip and said, "Did you forget what I said to you in the hospital so soon?"

Lin Qinghuan smiled angrily: "I haven't forgotten. Actually, I know without saying that I don't know. I am just a woman who refuses to be stupid and cannot be good. She is destined to suffer for the rest of her life."

Rong Che took a deep breath, his eyes lowered slightly, and his hand holding the cigarette casually placed outside, and a chuckled with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Since we know it's a pain, why don't you be stupid? Even if we don't fall in love with each other, I won't treat you badly."

"My marriage is not because of love, it is pitiful enough." She looked at him, and the chuckling on the corner of her mouth was casual and natural.

Rong Che spitted the smoke out of the car window, then turned to look at her, and after a while, he said, "I'm very curious, how did Shen Fengyan chase you?"

Lin Qinghuan didn't want to hear him mention Shen Fengyan, especially the past. The smile on her face slightly restrained, and then said, "You have to ask him this."

She doesn't know.

When I was young, my emotions always started to be inexplicably. The reason was probably the feeling.

I accepted it when I felt right.

The seductive methods are all tricks for adults.

Lin Qinghuan wanted to go down. The wound on her knee had already scabbed. She was not easy to move. If she was not careful, the wound would crack again, but she didn't want to stay in the car with Rong Che.

Rong Che pressed out the cigarette in his hand, opened the car door and got out of the car, walked to the door of the co-pilot and leaned over and carried Lin Qinghuan into the villa.

He is just like this.

Because Lin Qinghuan is his wife, he can do anything for her, but it is just because she is his wife, not because he loves her.

Maybe she is pretentious.

But she once had the best relationship, and that beauty turned into regrets and grew in her heart.

In this world, I am afraid that no one is more afraid of getting love than her, and is so afraid of regret that she dares not get it.

Sometimes, she is so cowardly that she is not worthy of love.
To be continued...