Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Bai Yangyang stared straight at Zhan Beixiao and shook his head dully.

Zhan Beixiao put down the towel, packed his things, and then looked at her: "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Bai Yangyang has no appetite: "I don't want to eat."

Zhan Beixiao asked Qi Bei to buy porridge and side dishes, and while waiting, he called the doctor. After the doctor checked, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good to wake up. After the drip is finished, take some medicine, there should be no problem."

But Zhan Beixiao didn't give up: "Do you want to do some other checks?"

The burning is so severe, in case it really leaves sequelae.

"It's not a big problem, just take a good rest and recuperate." The doctor waved his hand after seeing too many patients.

Zhan Beixiao sent the doctor away, and when he came back, his expression was much colder: "I'm sick, why didn't you tell me?"

Bai Yangyang didn't say a word.

Zhan Beixiao walked to the bedside and looked down at her: "Could it be that if I don't send you messages, you won't tell me where you are?"

Bai Yangyang remained silent.

It's not that she didn't tell him, she just didn't take care of it, and she had a grudge in her heart.

If it was before, she would contact Zhan Beixiao immediately, but now, she can't do it.

Zhan Beixiao seemed to see through her mind, and said quietly: "I've been busy with consortium matters recently, so I don't know about these things, I'm sorry."

He really didn't do it right.

Bai Yangyang's eye circles turned red, and he stared at him eagerly: "I thought you were still angry—"

Zhan Beixiao choked.

Sitting by the bed for a long time: "I'm not angry with you, I just think that you may not like me now, but me before."

He knew better than anyone else that Bai Yangyang had a grudge in his heart.

Bai Yangyang grabbed her hand subconsciously: "No, I like you, I just haven't accepted the fact that you don't like me as much as before..."

She can't take it.

Zhan Beixiao, who used to like her so much, will disappear.

Zhan Beixiao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, for a long time: "I will do my best to treat you well in the future, and I won't mention those three years again. You also try to accept me now, okay?"

Reason is constantly reminding him that once he touches the person in front of him, he will fall into the abyss.

Then he couldn't restrain himself.

He likes her.

Inexplicably like it.

Even though reason kept reminding and warning him, he still wanted to get closer.

Bai Yangyang stared at him, the man lowered his head, slightly stiff: "I miss you very much for half a month."

He's not used to being subdued.

He was also struggling with reason, and in the end, he still surrendered to her.

It is a terrible thing to be controlled by others, and the mood changes with the change of a person.

But if this person is her, maybe it's not so scary.

Bai Yangyang put her arms around his waist: "I...I have been waiting for you to come back for a long time."

The man's heart ached, and he kissed her on the cheek: "When you get better, I'll go back to Crescent Moon Xiaozhu, and let's start again, shall we?"

Bai Yangyang nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

Zhan Beixiao touched her face, served her a bowl of porridge, and slept with her all afternoon.

In the evening, Bai Yangyang insisted on leaving the hospital.

Zhan Beixiao brought her back to Yueya Xiaozhu, and Yueya Xiaozhu's house still maintained its previous appearance.

Bai Yangyang was still a little weak, Zhan Beixiao carried her back to the bedroom and walked into the kitchen.

He took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and started making soup for dinner.

Bai Yangyang couldn't sleep, so he leaned against the wall with his slippers on.

His movements are clean and neat, exactly the same as three years ago.

Bai Yangyang even had an illusion, as if the three-year gap did not exist, he would turn his head the next second, kiss her face, and ask her to wait in the living room.

In less than an hour, the food was on the table.

Bai Yangyang didn't have a good appetite, but he still ate two bowls of rice and soup to save face, and he didn't move at all.

Zhan Beixiao carried her to the sofa: "I came in a hurry, I don't seem to have any toiletries—"

"There are at home."

Bai Yangyang took his hand: "I keep your clothes all the time, and the toiletries are all new."

Zhan Beixiao paused, "Okay."

He walked into the bathroom, and Bai Yangyang was lying on the sofa, drowsy.

Zhan Beixiao walked into the bathroom, and there were numerous toiletries on the shelves, some of which were brand new.

But he was useless.

Instead, he took Bai Yangyang's usual shower gel and washed it off with warm water.

The man's strong upper body was covered with scars, especially the back. The old and new scars overlapped, almost covering the muscle lines, which made people daunting.

Dry off your body, put on your shirt and trousers, and then come out.

Seeing that he was not wearing pajamas, Bai Yangyang frowned: "Why don't you wear pajamas?"

"The pajamas are wet."

The man walked to the sofa, picked her up, and put her on his lap: "Are you tired?"

Bai Yangyang slept all afternoon and was in great spirits.

"Not tired."

She clung to the man's neck and clung to him. It's been half a month since she saw him. She missed him very much.

Zhan Beixiao wouldn't refuse the duck he got, so he pulled her lingeringly. After a long while, Bai Yangyang stretched out his hand, trying to get inside his clothes——

"No."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse: "No."

Bai Yangyang gritted his teeth: "Why?"

They had done more intimate things, she just wanted to touch it.

Zhan Beixiao pursed his thin lips lightly. He didn't want to scare her, so he changed his voice: "It's nothing, you haven't recovered yet. When you recover, we can go further."

After saying that, without waiting for Bai Yangyang to refute, he carried her back to the bedroom: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Bai Yangyang nestled in his arms, still not reconciled.

Zhan Beixiao glanced at her coldly: "If you touch me again, I will make you regret it."

Bai Yangyang thought about his fighting power, hesitated, but recalled the tattoo she saw before, and was a little curious: "Do you have a tattoo on your chest?"

"Ah."

Zhan Beixiao undid a button, and the tattoo below the collarbone came into view.

is her name.

It should have been carefully designed, with elegant fonts and a faint cyan color, sticking to his chest, the place closest to his heart.

"When did you get the tattoo?"

"I don't remember clearly either. After I recover, I will have it." Zhan Beixiao replied truthfully: "I don't remember very clearly about the year of treatment."

Bai Yangyang moved a little closer, his warm lips stuck to the tattoo, moist.

"Zhan Beixiao, after a while, I'll get a tattoo too, and I want you to stick to my heart."

"No, it hurts."

Wrapping her waist with big hands: "I can't bear your pain."

Bai Yangyang gave a muffled hum, as if something in his heart broke the bondage.

It doesn't matter if it's not Zhan Beixiao from three years ago, she still likes him.

He likes her too.

Nothing has changed, everything is a new beginning.