It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

"Do you... still remember what happened last night?"

Song Ruoci's words were like a thunderbolt, which made Ye Cheng's heart tremble, and almost turned into ashes and floated into the wind.

He withdrew his hand instantly, thinking that even if it turned into ashes, he had to eat it by himself, after all, he cheated first.

And Ye Cheng's reaction also made Song Ruoci's heart tremble, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, uneasy, looked into Ye Cheng's eyes, those eyes lost the gentleness and distress just now, they were full of dodge.

Judging by this reaction, I should remember what happened last night...

Ye Cheng remembers what happened last night, it means that he hates and disgusts himself, it means that the two of them can no longer get along normally.

After all, who could stand a straight man being treated like that.

Song Ruoci's eyes turned red when he came to this conclusion, and he turned his head to the side, trying to hold back his tears.

Ye Cheng looked at him and felt sorry for Song Ruoci as if he hadn't been able to defend himself like a jade, but he still said honestly: "I don't remember."

After he said this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

I don't know what happened last night. After waking up, I only feel that last night was very comfortable, and I got a hickey.But why did the kid ask him if he remembered what happened last night.

After catching the language loophole, Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes, could it be that last night...he suddenly had a little hope that the hickeys were only after staying with Song Ruoci last night.

Being anti-client, Ye Cheng felt a lot better in an instant, and he didn't want his heart to turn into ashes.He grabbed Song Ruoci's hand again, with a smile in his tone: "Do you know what happened last night, kid?"

Song Ruoci was at war between heaven and man, and he thought that Ye Cheng would not tell him unless he asked him, but he found that he might not be able to treat Ye Cheng like this.

After a pause, he said, "I know."

Ye Cheng pinched his fingertips, they were soft, "Then tell me what happened, okay?"

The tone was guiding and persuasive, but Song Ruoci was on the verge of crying.

"Last night, senior, you..."

It's a pity that he started coughing suddenly after speaking halfway. The little nurse hadn't warmed up the signature yet, so she hurriedly took care of Song Ruoci, "I don't know where the injury is, so don't talk for now."

For the safety of his life, Song Ruoci had no choice but to shut up obediently, but still turned his head sideways, not daring to meet Ye Cheng's eyes.

Ye Cheng really doesn't remember?

Fortunately, but also with some sadness.

There was silence in the ambulance, Song Ruoci turned his head, Ye Cheng squeezed his hand, the little nurse glanced over there secretly, took out her mobile phone and typed.

After a while, a Weibo appeared in the vast online world.

Maozi Brokeback Mountain client: I really feel very CP, oh, oh, oh, squeeze your hands!Knead your hands!Don't you think so? ? ?

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There were many people in the hospital during the day, and Song Ruoci was sent directly to the high-end VIP ward. The room faced south, and the warm sunlight came in, warming the room with the fragrance of flowers.

Song Ruoci was fine, there were a few bruises on his ribs, elbows and knees, other than that he had a slight concussion.

After learning of the mild concussion, Ye Cheng held the head CT scan in his hand and asked the doctor nervously, "Will there be any sequelae?"

The doctor is an old lady in her 50s, with a kind face and kind eyes. She smiled and said, "Yes. The clinical manifestations include short-term coma, amnesia of recent events, headache, nausea and vomiting."

"However..." the old lady took the CT film and pointed it to Ye Cheng, "There is no blood stasis in the skull, so you don't have to worry so much. You can get out of bed and move around if you don't have any special symptoms in the hospital for two or three days of observation."

The old lady looked at Ye Cheng, and saw that he was still nervous and distressed, "If you don't believe me, old woman, you can ask him if he remembers your name? See if he has lost his memory?"

Hearing this, Ye Cheng suddenly turned his head and stared at Song Ruoci who was half lying on the hospital bed, as if he was about to ask Song Ruoci if he knew who he was in the next sentence.

"Senior..." Song Ruoci called weakly.

The old lady shook her head, put her hands behind her back, swayed her slightly fat body and left, before she left, she added, "Young couple now."

Song Ruoci wanted to get into the crack of the floor in embarrassment.

Ye Cheng smiled with satisfaction: "Go slowly."

With the sound of the door closing, only Ye Cheng and Song Ruoci were left in the room, and for a while, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

One nervous, one proud.

Ye Cheng intends to continue the topic just now in the ambulance: "You just said it happened last night..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. It was the little nurse who was in the ambulance just now, holding a pen and a pad in his hand.

Ye Cheng was a little upset about being interrupted, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still want to sign?"

The little nurse shook her head: "No... No, it's Mr. Song Ruoci's hospitalization form. If Mr. Song needs to be hospitalized, his family members need to sign it."

However, it was Ye Cheng who accompanied Song Ruoci. Ye Cheng wanted to be his husband, but unfortunately he was not yet.

"You put it here first." Ye Cheng took the hospitalization slip, "I'll send it over later."

"Okay, okay." The little nurse hurriedly handed over the pen in her hand, "Please hurry up."

After the little nurse left, Ye Cheng stared at Song Ruoci again with burning eyes.

It's time to go back to the topic just now.

Ye Cheng put his things aside and pulled a chair beside the bed to see who else could disturb him this time.

"Senior..." Song Ruoci hid half of his head under the quilt, only revealing a pair of restless eyes.

"Okay." Ye Cheng sat down firmly, "Tell me, last night..."

It's a pity that the door was pushed open before the words were finished this time.

"I said I'll deliver it later." Ye Cheng frowned and looked at the door of the room.

"What for?" A clear female voice rang out.

The person who came was handsome and slim, with a good figure, a white shirt and a pair of white wide-leg pants, and high-heeled shoes with straps. Her black curly hair fluctuated with her movements.

The moment she saw Ye Cheng, she pulled off her sunglasses, blinked her big eyes with mascara, and said in disbelief, "Ye Cheng?!"

When Ye Cheng saw the visitor, he was also stunned: "Tang Ruoshi?"