Song Qingchun felt that her heart was more uncomfortable, and her nose began to feel a little sour.

She firmly grasped the glass in her palm and stood silently.

I don't know if it was his illusion. He even thought that the girl's appearance at this time was like the loss of a beloved toy.

He has been working hard to love her deeply throughout his life. He never thought of making her sad. Looking at her, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and take the cup and pills in her hand.

It was just that his hand had just raised an inch, and she suddenly raised her head, her small white face, with a natural expression, she smiled at him with a curly eyebrow, and said easily, naturally, "Goodbye."

Su Zhinian raised his hand slightly, so stalemate in the air, he nodded at her, she turned and walked to the bedside table, put the pills and water cup gently down, and then took a seat Bag, just walked towards the door.

When she was about to walk in front of him, there was an impulse in his heart, and he wanted to grab her arm, pull her into his arms, hug it tightly, and then said to her, Will you stay with me?

But he can't, he can only watch her with his eyes open, walking past his eyes little by little, he can only pinch his palm desperately, improve his rationality to resist his sensibility.

He stood so quietly at the door of the bedroom, listening to the footsteps of her leaving in the most indifferent manner, gradually going upstairs to downstairs, and then to the door of the house.

Only the moment she opened the door, the sound of the car came from the courtyard, and then he heard the conversation between her and Dr. Xia.

"Miss Song, are you going?"

"Um, something is going on, I am leaving."

"How is Mr. Su?"

"A little fever."

"Then I'll go upstairs and give him another shot, you go slowly."

"Goodbye."

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Song Qingchun kept watching Dr. Xia on the second floor before reaching out to close the door.

Halfway through the door, the afterglow of her eyes swept to the shelf at the entrance, full of various take-out chopsticks.

Song Qingchun frowned slightly, and the movement of closing the door stopped. She raised her head and glanced at the second floor first, and then walked lightly and stepped into the villa of Su Zhinian again. Walk to the restaurant.

His restaurant was clean and tidy. There were a few unopened takeout boxes on the table. I thought it was the takeout called today, but I haven't eaten it yet.

Song Qingchun walked across the dining table with disdain, opened the refrigerator door, and it was empty, except for a few bottles of water and milk, there was nothing, and there were only three ice cream bars in the freezer. She once lived in him. When it is here, buy it and put it in and forget to eat it.

Song Qingchun was confused for half a minute, then turned around and pushed open the kitchen door again, as expected, and the decoration inside was exactly the same as before she left. That is to say, in the past few months, Su Zhinian’s home There was no fire!

In other words, for so many days, as long as he had eaten at home, he had all taken out.

Song Qingchun couldn't help wrinkling, and then thought of the scar on his abdomen, his heart began to hurt a little.

How did he come here these days? Could it be that he was the most seriously injured when he was supported by take-out?