Next, when no one was around, Xu Wanqing would be fine and would like to take a look through the cracks in the windows beside the door, but she never saw the shadow of Xiao Zhuoyan. Thinking about it, Jiang Yuning's words were not so reliable.
That evening, Jiang Yuning went home to bring Zhang Wei's chicken soup.
Xu Wanqing lay on the bed alone in a daze.
It was quiet all around, and she vaguely heard the sound of slight footsteps stopping in front of the ward door, so she subconsciously looked there and saw a person's head swaying in front of the window, which made her heart suddenly lift.
The long, slightly curly hair is very similar to Xiao Zhuoyan's hair.
When she wanted to take a closer look, the figure suddenly disappeared again. She felt a little disappointed and smiled to herself.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Xiao Zhuoyan walked in slowly.
He was still wearing the dark gray windbreaker, with the collar raised high.
The wind outside may have been strong, blowing his unmanaged hair into a mess, with some strands hanging down on his forehead, half covering his deep eyes.
He walked towards her step by step, carrying the cold air outside and the cold air on his body, rushing towards her face.
Xu Wanqing suddenly felt a little scared for no reason and shrank involuntarily.
It was such a small move, but Xiao Zhuoyan saw it with sharp eyes. His calm face darkened, and he grinned and said, "What are you afraid of? I'm not here to harm you! It seems you still have a guilty conscience!"
Xu Wanqing retorted, "A man who kills his own flesh and blood is not guilty, so why should I feel guilty!"
Xiao Zhuoyan quickly turned his face away, looked away from her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Can you please stop mentioning this matter?"
"It's not that I want to mention it, it's that you want to come to me to listen, and I didn't invite you!"
"Yes, you didn't invite me, but I still couldn't help but want to ask you, are you willing to talk about that matter?" Xiao Zhuoyan kept asking the question again.
But last time, he just asked about it and didn't worry about it anymore. What's the point of bringing it up again?
"Even if you come back a hundred times, I still have nothing to say! Are you that curious about your wife's privacy?"
"She is not my wife. Don't get me wrong." Xiao Zhuoyan looked at her lightly for a while and said, "Her complexion has recovered a bit, but she doesn't look that good either. However, she is really much better, and her words are to the point.
I am angry enough and have the strength to quarrel with me!"
"Sure enough, they are here to cause trouble for me again..."
She was speechless for a while.
Xiao Zhuoyan glanced at her, changed the topic, and asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"
Xu Wanqing glanced at him sideways, "This doesn't seem to be a problem you should be concerned about."
"I have no intention of caring about you!" Xiao Zhuoyan quickly denied it. Then, he sat down slowly and said slowly: "What I care about is whether you are willing to tell me the secret you know. If you
After I'm discharged from the hospital, I don't have to come here anymore, so I don't have to come all the way here and miss it again, wasting my time. The weather is really cold."
"If you're afraid of the cold or wasting time, don't come! Just ask your woman."
Unexpectedly, he glanced at her calmly and replied lightly: "Isn't that what I was asking?"
"You bastard……"
Xu Wanqing was so excited that she accidentally knocked over the cup on the table. The fine porcelain teacup fell to the ground and a white flower bloomed.