[Ning Xi's temper must not be like Song Bailao. 】

For the next few days, Song Bailao didn't talk to me again, and he didn't stay in the hospital very much. Although this is reasonable according to his status, it is impossible to leave such a big company alone forever. But people are not used to it, and they are used to being surrounded by cinnamon. Suddenly, there is something subtle in my heart, not clear, but it does exist... uncomfortable.

It was clear that I should be angry, but he ignored him first, and his popularity was too small.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, Sister Nine came to pick me up, and Luo Mengbai personally took me to the front of the car.

"The c20 in your body has been well suppressed, and I believe it will return to the latent state soon." Miracle."

I held onto the car door and smiled: "I hope it will be helpful to your research."

"Very helpful. Maybe this is the gift of God, God let this child help us get rid of the **** of c20, maybe five or six years, maybe ten or twenty years. But human beings will not yield , we can always find a way to win this battle."

Her words were all "hope", and I was excited to hear it, as if victory over c20 was just around the corner.

Back to Weijingshan, Liang Qiuyang called to see me and said he had something to send me.

He was mysterious, and he refused to tell me what kind of surprise he had prepared. I was thinking about it by myself, and even wondered if he wanted to send me a wedding invitation.

After waiting for an hour, he finally came, holding a big box in his arms, and the muffin I made just happened to be fresh.

Blowing air, moved the muffin to the dessert tray, and then brought it to Song Mo who had been waiting for a long time.

"Be careful not to burn yourself when eating."

Song Mo nodded obediently, holding Ma Fen carefully, seeing Liang Qiuyang calling "brother", then sitting on the sofa and watching the video while eating cake.

"It's so heavy." Liang Qiuyang put the big box on the island, shook his hand and said, "I would have sent it to you if I knew it earlier."

I took a look at the cardboard box with my fingers and found that it was actually a box full of envelopes of various colors.

"What is this?" I picked up one and opened it. Inside was a lovely pink greeting card with white clouds and rainbows painted on the front and "I wish you a speedy recovery and later Let's go to Yangyang's concert together."

"I asked the fans to write you a blessing." Liang Qiuyang grinned, showing his white teeth, "My agent said, this is called 'wish power', the person who prays The more you have, the easier it will be for the gods to hear your wishes. There are tens of thousands of comments in my state where everyone blesses you, and the gods must have heard them. You will be fine, and the child will be born safely. "

This little ancestor usually looks carefree, but from time to time he will do one or two very soft things, such as paying for tattoos for me who met by chance, and now mobilizing fans to I pray.

He dialed the greeting card in the box and said: "I can't do anything else, I can only do something and I don't know if it will work. My grandfather and mother both died because of c20, as long as there are It's possible, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

He's really a tear jerking little prince today, and I can't help holding him and crying.

"Don't worry, I'm dying, I'll be fine." I blinked away the hotness in my eyes and handed him the muffin on the table, "I just made it, do you want to eat it?"

We quickly ended this somewhat sad topic and began to gossip.

Liang Qiuyang leaned on the cooking table, tore the muffin shell paper in his hand and said: "Wu Qian stopped all performing arts a while ago, saying that she would adjust herself, give herself a long vacation, and then use a better The state has returned. This rhetoric also deceives outsiders in the circle, and everyone in the circle knows that she is too hurt to work normally, so she can only escape from the country to relax. "

I put all the kitchen utensils I used in the dishwasher, and once again scolded Zhu Li for doing evil.

Counting the days, Ruan Linghe has been receiving Song Bailao's emails for many days. I don't know if he has any seizures. But even if he knew Zhu Li's true face, it would be impossible for him and Wu Qian, just like Song Xiao and Luo Qinghe, destined to have no relationship. On those few days of each month, he had to spend the estrus period with Zhu Li because of the mark, and it was a hardship to think about.

"By the way, what about Song Bailao?"

Wipe the island's hand, I lowered my eyes and said, "I don't know, I haven't seen you for a few days."

Liang Qiuyang was silent for a moment, then asked me seriously: "Xiaoyu, in fact, I have wanted to ask you for a long time. Have you been unable to forget the person who hurt you back then?"

The one who hurt me?

I looked up at him, not quite understanding.

He glanced at my lower abdomen and said in a low voice, "The one who made you... seven years ago."

After a few seconds, it dawned on me that I hadn't explained it to him.

I wiped the already clean island back and forth, not daring to look at him: "Actually... In fact, Song Bailao is that person."

I didn't hear Liang Qiuyang make a sound for about a minute.

I looked at the opposite side uneasily, and found that he just opened his mouth like that, and stared at me without blinking, and was a little annoyed in shock.

I smiled at him flatteringly: "I'm sorry..."

He was like a balloon inflated to the limit, about to explode, and because of my "sorry", he slowly deflated and returned to a safe range.

"No wonder." He sighed, and seemed to understand something that he couldn't figure out, "You seemed very happy at the time, but it wasn't full of joy, just... It's complicated, a little bit of anticipation, I'm a little happy, and a little scared. It turns out that you had a entanglement seven years ago, even a child. "

I'm a little confused about when he said "then".

When Liang Qiuyang saw me like this, he clicked his tongue and performed it directly in front of me.

He half-drooped his eyes, twitched the corners of his lips and smiled, looking very tender: "If there is a place where I can stop and rest for a while, I really want to go."

I remember this, I told him when I was going to marry Song Bailao... But did I look like this at that time?

Expectation, anxiety, and more joy, as Liang Qiuyang said, looks very happy.

I laughed, "I'm not like that."

"You have it." Then he did it again, this time with more exaggeration and a hint of shame.

He shouldn't sing, he should act, maybe he can win the best actor.

Liang Qiuyang had a tight schedule, and after half an hour he was called away by the manager.

Send him to the door, and when he entered the house again, Song Mo held his tablet in front of me and said he wanted to watch my video, but couldn't find it anywhere.

I took a look and found that the software has a major update, it is time to revise, and he will not be able to find the previous "favorites".

Sit down on the sofa, I swiped on the screen, slowly groping how to use the new version of Amber, and accidentally clicked the "Message" button.

I wanted to go back immediately, but I saw a message from this account, my finger stopped in the air, and I was a little stunned.

[Sweet at first glance]

【Is Ning Yu your real name? 】

[Don't open cans like that]

【What did I say? Stop the bleeding soon! 】

This is obviously not Song Mo's tone, I swiped down unconsciously and saw more messages.

【The muffins you make are always too sweet】

[Kick him out. Can't you see he's teasing you? Or do you enjoy it? 】

【You are so useless】

Sometimes very picky, sometimes arrogant, mixed in the comments of everyone, just like a black fan.

Can't say 100%, but 90% sure, this is Song Bailao.

I found that he left comments on almost all of my live videos, until...three months before we met again, the behavior suddenly disappeared.

[It's over. 】

This is the account and his last message.

I counted the time, it happened to be the time when he and the Zhu family were talking about marriage, not long after, Chang Xingze settled in Amber, and I was involved in the plagiarism. Zhu Li designed Ruan Ling and Mark After that, Song Bailao's marriage partner was replaced by me.

Find out the videos in the collection to Song Mo. I can't see my face in the picture and I am stirring a bowl of cream, saying that I want to make a matcha mille crepe cake.

Amber's new feature after the revision is that you can display your own message separately in the favorite video.

I clicked on this function, and saw that as the video progressed, pop-ups continued to pop up.

After that, I watched my live video with Song Mo for an afternoon.

It's just...a little bit weird.

I thought it was the first time we met after seven years, but it wasn't the first time.

If I hadn't stumbled across these messages today, I might have been kept in the dark for the rest of my life.

Song Bailao didn't come back until nine in the evening. Song Mo was playing flying chess with me after dinner. When he saw him calling him, he immediately rubbed his eyes and said he was sleepy.

I asked sister-in-law nine to carry him back to the room to sleep, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Song Bailao go upstairs without a word.

Looking at his back, I suddenly fixed my eyes and found a white thing under the collar of his neck, which looked like a piece of gauze.

I haven't seen this a few days ago.

Without a layer of clothes, the distance was closer, which made me see the white piece on his neck more clearly, it was indeed gauze.

"What's wrong with your back?"

Song Bai's work stopped slightly, half turned his face to look at me, his face wearing a bite stopper looked a little indifferent under the reflection of the moonlight outside the window.

"Are you referring to this?" He pressed his palm on the gauze, "Actually nothing..."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and tucked the shirt down to his elbows, revealing his muscular, extraordinarily broad back.

I saw the white gauze covering all the way from the back of the neck along the spine, and it seemed to extend to the back of the waist.

On the wheat-colored back, two lines of Sanskrit descended along the spine, and the skin was still red and swollen, apparently it had just been tattooed.

I opened my mouth, but I didn't expect him to disappear for two days, and it turned out to be a tattoo.

"This is..."

I only had time to see that the line of Sanskrit seemed to be tattooed to the tail vertebra, and he turned around before I took a closer look.

"This is the Great Confession. My 'Confession'." He put on his shirt again and said nothing.