Ye Jia took a deep breath, Li Huan, and the ghost of Li Huan was lingering again. [26nbsp;] He turned around and left, but Liu Qiang stopped him from behind: "Doctor Ye, you are going in the wrong direction."
He raised his head, almost hitting the glass, and immediately turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
After picking up the car, her heart was pounding. She didn't know whether she was excited or angry. Feng Feng still came forward. She even went to the detention center to pick up Li Huan regardless of whether there would be entertainment gossip.
Why is she doing this? Why?
He took out his cell phone and dialed her number, but hung up again, his hand trembling slightly. Where is she now? What is she doing? Why didn't she even call him?
Finally, the phone rang, and he felt like it. When he saw it, another cold feeling hit his chest. It was the phone at home, and it was his mother's voice: "Son, you can go home tonight."
He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Okay, I'll be right back."
The speed of the car became faster and faster, and her heart became more and more confused. Finally, the phone rang again, and the voice in the headset seemed to be distorted. It was a voice she was so familiar with: "Ye Jia..."
Her voice had a slight smile and the habitual coquettishness and sweetness. He felt a little calmer: "Xiao Feng..."
"Ye Jia, you haven't come back for several days. I call your phone every night, but no one answers. Now that you answer, does that mean you can go home tonight?"
"My mother wants to see me for something, I want to go home first..."
There was actually clear fear in her heart, and she was silent for a while: "Ye Jia, can you please not go home today?"
"I'll go back and take a look and I'll come back."
She was still stubborn, as if he was in a different world from her when he returned. Her voice was slightly trembling: "Ye Jia, I'll wait for you to have dinner..."
"No, Xiaofeng, you can eat first. Don't wait for me."
"Ye Jia, I have a lot to say to you..."
"Let's talk about it when we get back." Then he hung up the phone.
Feng Feng sat in the living room blankly, watching the night fall bit by bit. Ye Jia, for the first time, he hung up the phone without saying "goodbye". Now, he went home and returned to his mother.
——Will he come back tonight?
The air in the living room was colder than ever before, and she realized that those so-called meteorological experts loved to lie, saying that this winter was a "mild winter" every day, but in fact, it was an out-and-out cold winter.