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When Kongphop said this, his face was expressionless. If it wasn't for Arthit who could hear each word clearly, he would definitely think that he had been hallucinated.

Seeing that arthit woke up, the nurse reminded him again, and went to work.

Arthit froze for a moment, his thoughts still stopped in kongphop's question just now: "You...don't mess around."

Kongphop's face was stiff, but he looked serious: "I'm not fooling around. If you don't want to choose, I can help you."

Arthit rubbed his forehead with a headache: "I can do it myself, even if I can't drive, I can still take a taxi back."

Kongphop took a deep look at him, pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, before suddenly mockingly said: "What are you afraid of?"

Arthit's heart stopped beating.

"Didn't you say that? Since you want to work together, you need to be more mature, but just let me, the junior who works with you, send you back. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that she will see me?" kongphop hooked his lips It's just that the smile seems to be full of sarcasm, "Is there any shady relationship between us?"

Compared with his nonchalant appearance, Arthit really seemed a little too preoccupied.

Arthit felt a tightness in his chest again.

"I'm just... afraid to trouble you." These words were his last struggle.

"It's really troublesome." Kongphop replied unceremoniously.

Arthit's heart tightened, and he blurted out: "That's fine, I'll go back by myself, I don't need to trouble you anymore, we are all happy."

Hearing his words, Kongphop's lips were drawn into a line again, and the look in his eyes didn't know whether it was anger or something, he kept watching Arthit feel guilty, and finally opened his mouth again: "Now I have a big temper, why? Do you just dare to do this to me?"

His tone of voice is also very contradictory, it sounds like a sour taste, but he seems to enjoy this sense of exclusivity. Although his voice is still stiff, the sense of alienation in his attitude has been unintentionally diluted. .

It was only then that Arthit realized that he had lost his temper with him.

In the past when the two were getting along, kongphop always centered on him in everything, and never hated trouble.

Even though Arthit knew that things were different now, when he saw his attitude just now, he couldn't help feeling a little wronged in his heart.

The grievance broke out a little suddenly, so he didn't notice it for a while, and let himself vent it all.

Otherwise, even if he just paused for a second, he could still remember that he has no right to be wronged.

He sighed, turned over and got off the bed.

His body temperature has not completely subsided yet, and he has been lying on the bed for so long, and when his feet touch the ground, his legs can't help but feel a little weak.

But fortunately, he had already learned the lessons from the previous two rounds, and immediately stood still with the support of the hanging bottle on the side.

But the figure is still unavoidably a little shaky.

Kongphop couldn't help but hold his arm again. He didn't know whether he wanted to give it to him or gave it a step down, and said again: "I don't want me to send it off. I'm not interested in seeing them at all."

This "they" naturally refers to Arthit's so-called family members in his eyes.

Even though these words sounded a bit sour, Arthit still breathed a sigh of relief.

But what Kongphop said next made him choke in his throat again: "But since Lee entrusted you to me, I can't let you go back irresponsibly."

Arthit blinked his eyes, feeling that his brain seemed to have been burned to the point where it was difficult to function.

He couldn't understand what kongphop was saying.

Kongphop cleared his throat and said coldly, "I'll take you back to the hotel."

The meaning of this sentence is straightforward, and Arthit, who understood it immediately, turned pale: "I won't go!"

Kongphop's complexion suddenly turned ugly, and he endured it for a while before speaking again: "You don't think I'll do anything to you, do you?"

Arthit froze for a moment.

"Senior, do you think you have such a great charm?" Kongphop's voice was slow, as if to let arthit hear it more clearly, "Senior is two years older than me, and he is 32 now, it seems that marriage is real. It will make a man very tired, senior...much older than before."

Every word in these words was like a bullet, each shot bursting in Arthit's heart, the pain was so painful that one wanted to faint.

Arthit just felt a buzzing in his head.

It is embarrassing to be so blatantly dismissed as "old" by someone who is still in love.

But he understood that what kongphop said was the truth.

Over the years, he has been working and taking care of his children, so he doesn't have the extra energy to dress himself up. What's more, he has no interest in caring about his own image after leaving his lover.

Although he was well-dressed, he had long since lost the radiant look he had when he was young. Due to sitting in the office all day and lack of exercise, he even had a little belly, more or less middle-aged.

Unlike the man in front of him, his chest was much stronger than before. He was obviously only two years younger than him, but he looked at the most attractive age of a man, mature, stable, and handsome.

This handsome man, even the title of him has returned to the past.

As he said, the Nuan Nuan worthy of his love is dead.

Now he is just an ordinary, ordinary man.

Arthit clenched his fists and explained in a hoarse voice: "I didn't mean that... just because I was afraid of disturbing your family."

Hearing his words, Kongphop's aggressiveness, which stood firm like a thorn, immediately softened. Looking at Arthit with a pale face, he also looked a little embarrassed.

His lips trembled before he said, "I...don't live with the two of them for the time being, so don't worry."

Arthit, who was just defeated by the attack, seemed to have no idea that he could insist on refusing. He was burned to the ground and had experienced this blow. He almost lost even the most basic reaction. He was half-supported by kongphop like a puppet. He half-carried it back to the car.

It wasn't until he actually stepped into Kongphop's room that Arthit finally realized that he actually came to the hotel with him.

If it wasn't for the confusion just now, he really wouldn't be able to convince himself to come back with him.

He understands that Kongphop just wants to take care of him frankly out of morality, but he doesn't have a clear conscience.

It's just that under the context at the time, he didn't even have the qualifications to have a guilty conscience.

For kongphop, he is just an old ex-boyfriend, and the loss of control before was probably just to vent his unwillingness to break up with him for no reason.

He was disgusted so bluntly, and to say that he didn't want to be in the same room with him to avoid suspicion... would be too pretentious.

Arthit suddenly thanked himself for his body temperature, which hadn't subsided. If his consciousness was clear enough, it might be even harder for him now.

Kongphop probably felt ashamed of his honesty, and as soon as he entered the room, he served him and lay down on the bed.

Arthit didn't want to communicate with him, so he closed his eyes again, but after sleeping in the hospital for so long, even if his consciousness was muddled, it was difficult for him to fall asleep again, and he could even hear the sound of kongphop sitting on the bedside flipping a book clearly.

I don't know how long I lay there before arthit heard kongphop call the front desk to order food.

He opened his eyes and looked at his phone, only to realize that it was already dinner time.

Arthit struggled to get up from the bed: "Thank you for your care, I should go back."

Kongphop was stunned for a moment, and his face was a little ugly: "I will take you to continue the infusion after eating."

Arthit paused: "I don't need to bother you, I'm much better now."

"Are you worried about her? She is a woman, can she take you to the doctor like me?" Kongphop was impatient and a little confused, "What you need is to be taken care of, not to take care of others!"

Arthit really didn't know how to respond to that fabricated woman.

He sighed, and the phone buzzed again at this moment—it was his son's exclusive ringtone.