want to lie to me to love you again

"Lawyer Fang, how long have I been asleep?" After drinking two sips of water, Song Zhicheng felt that his throat felt much better and he could speak, although his voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a broken gong.

"You, it didn't take long, and you only slept for a month."

"..."

"In this month, I've taken care of you every day, and I didn't even go to work. Should Director Song express his gratitude a little bit, such as a physical promise or something?"

"It's right to make a promise with your body, but it seems that the roles should be reversed?"

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Is this a shipwreck in the gutter?No, he didn't believe it. He knew that he had been hanging around the night scene for so long, so he could be molested by a rookie in love?

So he smiled triumphantly in the dark, "Okay, then Director Song will treat me well in the future. At least... don't be so indifferent to me, it will be very sad to be inferior to the slave family."

"..."

Fang Zhiyi said the last sentence in such a teasing tone, not only will it not make people feel sick, but it will also feel that it has a special charm.If it was someone else, I'm afraid I would have to do it on the spot in this ward.

But he was facing the wooden Song Zhicheng.After hearing his words, the man was strangely silent, and said after a while, "I'm dizzy."

Then there was no movement again, only Fang Zhiyi was left staring blankly in the dark.

"Hey! You..." He pushed Song Zhicheng, but he was shocked when he found that he didn't respond, so he quickly turned on the light to see what happened.

I didn't want to see him lying there motionless with his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he was dizzy or asleep.

He subconsciously put his hand on the distress bell and was about to press it, but in the end he didn't act, but put his hand down again.

His eyes fell on Song Zhicheng's mobile phone that had been placed on the bedside table, hesitating whether he should take it or not.

Because a person's name was constantly flashing on the phone at this time.

"Jiang Jie."

This is very scary, didn't Jiang Jie go in?Why are you still calling?And he turned out to be calling Song Zhicheng.

Could it be that there is a deeper connection between them?

No, no, no... Fang Zhiyi felt that he couldn't think so.Isn't the most important thing now, who is this Jiang Jie?

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a long time, and when he finally made up his mind to press the answer button, the other party had already hung up the phone.

Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to continue to pretend nothing had happened, full of doubts.He sent a text message to Zhu Lu's private communication device, "Check where Jiang Jie is."

Soon, Zhu Lu came back, "Brother, don't you also have a fever? Jiang Jie was sent to the prison by your own hands not long ago."

Fang Zhiyi replied briefly, "Yes, but I saw that he called Song Zhicheng."

This time, there was no movement from Zhu Lu for a long time, and it was only after 10 minutes that she sent a shorter sentence, "Okay, I'll check right away."

Fang Zhiyi suddenly discovered that, except for himself, everyone has many secrets.Even, some of them hide as deeply as themselves, such as Director Bian, or Song Zhicheng.

Dealing with them, Fang Zhiyi walks on eggshells every day, fearing that if he is a little careless, he will lose everything.

The doctor came to check the ward and found Song Zhicheng's situation. He asked Fang Zhiyi why he didn't ring the bell.Fang Zhiyi said innocently, thinking he was asleep.

In fact, before someone came to the ward, he had put his hands on Song Zhicheng's fragile neck countless times, loosely and tightly.It really tightened a few times, but Song Zhicheng, like a stranded fish, opened his mouth to breathe with difficulty, and let go of his hand in a strange way, but the traces remained on it.So much so that a nurse suddenly exclaimed, "What's wrong? Are you allergic?"