When I came out of the hospital, it was already the morning of the next day.

The weather today is not very good, it is gloomy. Just like people's mood, it is gloomy.

Sui's father still didn't wake up and was still in a coma. Sui Xinlei and Sui's mother barely slept a wink last night.

Sui Xinlei was really worried about Sui's mother's health. She persuaded Sui's mother several times to go to a hotel near the hospital to rest, but she could not overcome Sui's mother's insistence. So, mother and daughter sat outside the intensive care unit until dawn.

After a simple freshening up in the hospital, Sui Xinlei decided to go back to the apartment to get some change of clothes. Judging from Sui's father's current condition, he would probably be hospitalized for a while. At this critical moment, of course, she had to stay with her father.

At the same time, he also gave his mother someone to rely on.

Last night, after coming out of the intensive care unit, the two of them stayed outside. From time to time, they looked at the situation inside through the glass window of the intensive care unit.

Because the doctor said that Sui's father still had not passed the critical stage, and this stage was the most dangerous. Although his condition was temporarily under control, he was very susceptible to bacterial infection. Once bacterial infection occurred, the consequences would be disastrous.

There are two types of acute pancreatitis, one is the edema type and the other is the hemorrhagic type. Sui's father belongs to the latter. The hemorrhagic type has serious lesions, many complications and high mortality.

As long as Sui's father doesn't wake up for a moment, the worry in his heart will not relax.

Sui Xinlei knew that not only her father had to fight a tough battle, but she also had to fight a protracted tough battle.

Naturally, she couldn't go to work at the magazine. So, when Sui Xinlei came out of the hospital, she called Lu Nianchen as soon as possible. However, she didn't tell her father's illness on the phone. Instead, she excused herself by saying that she wanted to take a break.

Time off.

Sui Xinlei didn't want Lu Nianchen to know, maybe because she didn't want to trouble him?

On the other end of the phone, Lu Nianchen didn't ask any more questions, but readily agreed.

I called and hurried to the apartment. Song Chenyang was not there. I guess he didn't come back after going out last night, right?

This is good, so as not to know how to face him when they meet. For Sui Xinlei, the most important thing now is whether her father can survive this dangerous period safely.

Between her and Song Chenyang, Sui Xinlei didn't have any extra time to deal with these issues.

Quickly, Sui Xinlei simply packed a few changes of clothes and hurried to the hospital.

When I walked out of the community, I realized that it was actually raining. The autumn rain was not heavy, it was thin and dense, and the raindrops still gave people a little chill when they hit them. vexn.

Sui Xinlei didn't care about this. She just wanted to get a taxi as soon as possible, rush to the hospital as soon as possible, stay with her mother, and wait with her for her father to wake up.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Sui Xinlei finally got a taxi. She quickly got on the bus, reported her address, and the taxi drove away.

Not long after the taxi drove away, a black business car also arrived and parked at the entrance of the community.

The door of the back seat was opened, and the first thing that came into view was a pair of black leather shoes, and then a man got out of the back seat.

Song Chenyang stood in the autumn rain and was not in a hurry to enter the community. He raised his head and looked towards a certain apartment building in the community. He squinted and focused his eyes on a certain point.

The thin rain quickly wetted the hair on his forehead and the clothes he was wearing.

Passers-by passed by him and looked at this man whose behavior was incomprehensible with strange eyes.

As for Song Chenyang, he ignored these strange looks. He was standing in the thin autumn rain, squinting at a certain apartment building.

His head hurt a little, maybe it was the "sequelae" of last night's hangover. Song Chenyang reached out and rubbed his temples.

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Last night, after coming out of the apartment, Song Chenyang drove to the bar alone.

Because he cared too much, because he loved too much, when faced with the pain caused by this "betrayal", Song Chenyang could only drink himself one cup after another.

He wanted to use alcohol to numb himself.

In the noisy bar, everyone is enjoying the music and the excitement of alcohol; naturally, no one will notice that in a corner of the bar, there is a man leaning on the back of the sofa.

Up, drinking wine alone.

On the small round table in front of him, there were dozens of glass wine bottles lying in random directions, and he was holding a bottle in his hand. His lips were facing the mouth of the glass wine bottle, and he raised his head again, and drank the light yellow liquid.

It flows into the throat along the mouth.

The dim lights in the bar shone on his face. If you look closely, you can see that his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and the expression on his face was very painful. The man seemed to be drowning the pain in his heart with alcohol.

Squinting his eyes, Song Chenyang was already a little drunk: swinging the glass bottle in his hand, looking at the men and women dancing and having a high time in front of him, the corners of Song Chenyang's mouth suddenly raised: bar, a portrayal of city nightlife, drunkenness and wealth

Those who want to indulge, those who pursue excitement, those who relieve their worries... No matter what the purpose of coming here is, most people want to use alcohol to seek happiness.

The brilliance of the lights in the bar illuminated those amber eyes that were drunk and hazy, and the thinned lips and raised curves were particularly charming.

How could such a man not be noticed? There were two tall women wearing black suspender skirts each holding a glass of wine and walked into the man on the sofa step by step.

Standing in front of Song Chenyang, the two women looked at each other, smiled with their red lips, and then sat next to him, one on the left and the other on the right, intimately close to each other.

The rich aroma was very pungent, causing the drunken Song Chenyang to frown in displeasure. His eyes scanned the left and right sides, and two unfamiliar rich faces came into view. He moved his arms and found two arms.

Being stuck tightly to someone.

In fact, Song Chenyang was still disgusted and disgusted. Before Song Chenyang had an attack, the two women around him took action first:

"Can you have a drink with me?"

Her red lips parted slightly, and she looked straight at Song Chenyang with charming eyes.

Song Chenyang squinted his eyes and looked at the woman hugging him. The woman's face in his sight swayed from side to side, becoming clear for a while and blurry for a while.

Finally, Song Chenyang's eyes rested on the glass of wine in the woman's hand. Slowly, Song Chenyang stretched out his hand and moved closer to the wine glass filled with light yellow bodily fluids.

The two women looked at Song Chenyang's movements, looked at each other again, and the smiles on their lips became even stronger.

However, when his slender fingers were about to touch the transparent glass wine glass, Song Chenyang suddenly stopped his hand and shouted angrily at the two women:

"roll!"

Obviously, the two women were shocked by Song Chenyang's sudden angry shout, and they did not react for a while.

"Go away yet!"

Song Chenyang waved his hand impatiently, and his left and right arms were freed. The two stunned women fell towards both sides of the sofa because their center of gravity was unstable.

Propping up his body, the face that was still smiling with dissatisfaction just now suddenly turned cold, and his heavily made-up face was obviously tinged with sullenness.

With a sudden movement, the two women stood up from the sofa. Losing their original elegance, they folded their hands on their chests and glared at Song Chenyang:

"Neuropathy!"

Then, the two women walked towards the center of the bar without looking back, and were soon lost in the crowd.

His ears were quiet again, and there was no pungent smell of perfume in the air. Song Chenyang twitched the corners of his mouth:

He shook the wine bottle in his hand, only to find that there was no wine in it. So he put down the empty wine bottle in his hand and leaned forward to get a new bottle on the small round table in front of him.

However, when Song Chenyang's hand just touched the body of the wine bottle, his hand was held by another hand.

Looking up, Song Chenyang was stunned for a moment by the person standing in front of him.

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There was a man lying on the big bed, with his eyes closed, but not asleep: his cheeks were abnormally red, with a strong hint of drunkenness; his eyebrows were frowned, and the expression on his face looked very uncomfortable; he

One hand was placed on his forehead, muttering something vaguely in his mouth; the other hand kept tearing the tie around his neck.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open and a woman walked in. The woman was wearing a white silk robe and pajamas. She was holding a cup of steaming tea in her hand. She glanced at the bed first, and then

Walking towards the bed step by step.

The woman sat down by the bed. She first placed the steaming cup of sobering tea on the bedside table. Then she stretched out her hand to remove the man's hand covering his forehead and said softly:

"Chen Yang, get up and take a sip of sobering tea first."

Luo Qi said, trying to use the strength of her arms to hold up Song Chenyang's upper body. It was not easy to get the drunken man to calm down, and finally he was able to hold up Song Chenyang's upper body and let his back rest on the back of the bed.

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In order to make Song Chenyang more comfortable, Luo Qi took another white pillow and placed it between Song Chenyang's back and the back of the bed.

After preparing everything, Luo Qi once again picked up the cup of sobering tea placed on the bedside table, blew on the teacup, and then brought the sobering tea in her hand to Song Chenyang's lips:

"Come, drink tea!"

As if he smelled the smell of tea, Song Chenyang frowned with his eyes closed and slowly opened his eyes. The look in his eyes was still drunk.

Song Chenyang couldn't see the face of the woman sitting in front of him very clearly, but the smell emanating from her body was very familiar to Song Chenyang. It was much more comfortable than the pungent perfume smell he smelled in the bar just now.

, and smells much better.

However, in the smell of memory, there seems to be another smell that is more fascinating than the one I smell now. It is a light, fresh smell.

Before he had time to think about where he had smelled that smell, warm liquid slipped into Song Chenyang's throat, with a faint herbal smell.

When the cup was empty, Luo Qi placed the tea cup on the bedside table. He took another tissue from the tissue box and reached out to help Song Chenyang wipe away the tea stains from the corners of his mouth.

Just when the slender fingers touched the thin lips, the wrist was grasped by a large hand.

Luo Qi raised her eyes in astonishment and looked at the man opposite:

"Chen Yang, you..."

Before he finished speaking, there was only an exclamation of "Ah", and after a sudden spin, Luo Qi was pinned down by Song Chenyang.
To be continued...