The perfect game for personalities

There are fresh and elegant orchids on the balcony of the ward, and the fragrance filling the entire ward gradually covers the lingering smell of disinfectant in the hospital, making people unable to tell where they are when they wake up.

Jiang Fei touched his head tentatively, and touched the bandage wrapped around it.

He sat up slowly, staring blankly at the single ward with bright and clean windows.

There is only himself empty here, but there are peeled fruits on the bedside table, and there are clear traces of being watered on the orchids.

It seems that someone has been here.

who can that be?

Jiang Fei doesn't know what time it is, but looking at the bright sunlight outside, he can tell that the time for He Qian to take off has already passed, and the words in the ward are still in Chinese, obviously this is not a foreign ward.

He is still in China, so what about He Qian?

Jiang Fei just woke up, she can't think too much, and her mind is still a little dizzy.

He could feel that there was no external injury to his head, maybe it was bumped when he fell, and he still felt uncomfortable, so he didn't rush to get out of bed to find someone, and just sat there blankly.

Within a few minutes, the door of the ward was opened.

He looked up subconsciously, and the people who were walking in were all stunned.

Seeing that he woke up, Xiang Zimo walked over quickly after his movements were sluggish, with a slight reprimand in his relieved tone.

"Why are you sitting up, lie down quickly."

He supported Jiang Fei's back with his palm, and protected his head with one hand.

When bending over, Jiang Fei was not surprised to see a circle of blue stubble growing on his lips.

In his impression, although Xiang Zimo didn't like to dress up, he was always clean.

It's just that it was inconvenient for him to ask. After lying down, he hesitated to ask.

"I should be fine, right?"

"Slight concussion, rest for a few weeks and you'll be fine."

Xiang Zimo replied him briefly, while shaking the bed, adjusted the height, and then kept finding a cup to fetch water from the water dispenser in the ward, while waiting, watching Jiang Fei from the corner of his eye Case.

His thoughtful care made Jiang Fei a little at a loss, even flattered.

He was about to say something, but saw another person walking in from the open ward door, He Xue was carrying a lunch box, still complaining.

"Zimo, you left too fast, you didn't wait for me."

Only after seeing Jiang Fei looking over did He Xue understand, she pursed her red lips and said in a long voice.

"It turns out that the kid woke up."

Jiang Fei glanced at Xiang Zimo who was still receiving water with his back turned to him, and took the initiative to say hello to He Xue.

"Sister Xue."

He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, stuffed in a snow-white quilt, and his face was as pale as paper, only a little shoulder and neck at the neckline still glowed with warmth.

The voice was clear, but it was weak and powerless, and it sounded obedient and soft, which suddenly aroused He Xue's motherhood.

She hurried over, put the lunch box on the bedside table, and then began to carry things, and said softly with loving eyes.

"I made porridge at home, you drink it while it's hot, you need to supplement your nutrition."

The porridge in the bowl exuded a homely aroma, which went straight into Jiang Fei's nose.

He was indeed a little hungry, so he couldn't help swallowing, and he didn't refuse He Xue's kindness.

As soon as he raised his hand to serve the bowl, he was pushed down by Xiang Zimo who walked to the bed.

His palm was lightly pressed on the back of Jiang Fei's hand, maintaining this posture without moving, then he looked at him and asked.

"Do you have strength in your hands?"

Jiang Fei nodded in confusion, and replied.

"some."

Xiang Zimo fell silent, did not speak, and stared at him motionlessly, as if waiting for something.

It took a few seconds for Jiang Fei to react sluggishly, so she held his hand instead and squeezed it a few times, proving to him that she had really regained her strength.

The thin white knuckles pressed the palm a little, and the temperature melted together.

Xiang Zimo looked at him, his eyes obscured by the frame of the mirror, he handed over the cup in the other hand and said.

"Drink some water first."

Jiang Fei took it and took a few sips with the cup in both hands.

The heat was just right, as it flowed into his body, it gradually awakened his consciousness.

He drank water, then slowly drank the porridge made by He Xue, while looking at the single ward, his brows furrowed gradually, and finally, he asked worriedly.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

"What kind of hospital is it? If you don't rest well, don't you want it out of your mind?"

For some reason, Xiang Zimo's tone suddenly became a little aggressive, piercing so sharply that even He Xue was startled.

She quickly realized that Xiang Zimo didn't control it well for a while, and instead lost her temper at the most innocent Jiang Fei, and hurriedly tried to smooth things over, but she heard Jiang Fei's already hesitant explanation.

"I...I can't afford the hospitalization fee for a single room, can I transfer to a general ward?"

Like a timid kitten being trained, Jiang Fei's voice was also much softer.

He lowered his head slightly, and unconsciously curled up his knuckles holding the bowl, as if he had been stung by Xiang Zimo's temper just now.

Now he is still in high school, the face under the bandage is white and thin, there is no flesh on the cheeks, the lines are clear, and the appearance is handsome, but there is still a green that has not fully grown and should be well protected Astringent and childish.

He Xue couldn't bear to speak harshly to him, and she also knew that Xiang Zimo didn't want to take his anger out on Jiang Fei at all.

She looked at Xiang Zimo, who froze in place without saying a word, but his arms were hanging down until his veins were exposed, and he was suppressing some surging emotions. He didn't know if he was annoyed or suppressing something else. .

Worried that Xiang Zimo would speak unscrupulously again, she immediately got up, pushed the person out, and instructed Jiang Fei as if nothing had happened.

"Drink the porridge first, drink more."

"it is good."

Jiang Fei nodded and agreed.

Pushing Xiang Zimo to the corridor of the ward, and confirming that the door of the ward is closed so that no sound can be heard by Jiang Fei inside, He Xue asked in a low voice, hating iron for being weak.

"What's the matter with you? Jiang Fei just woke up, will you talk properly?"

Xiang Zimo has always disdain to use words to please others, He Xue knows this, but she also knows that he is definitely not the kind of person who would deliberately hurt others, just now he only spoke out because he cared about it.

In fact, he must also be very distressed in his heart, otherwise he would not be so concerned about Jiang Fei.

He Xue still remembered that two nights ago, Xiang Zimo suddenly ran to the bar and asked her with a solemn expression if she had seen Jiang Fei.

It was hard to hide the panic in the calm tone, which immediately shocked He Xue.

She had never seen Xiang Zimo lose his composure for anyone.

It was only later that she realized that Jiang Fei was missing, and they searched together for a long time but they couldn't find it. Xiang Zimo planned to go home and wait for Jiang Fei to return near the middle of the night.

After that, the next day, Xiang Zimo told her directly that Jiang Fei was hospitalized.

The expensive single ward made He Xue sensitively guess that there must be something hidden in it, but Xiang Zimo didn't tell her what happened in it, so she tactfully didn't ask much.

Nurses and patients passed by in the corridor without paying any attention to their conversation.

Xiang Zimo took off his glasses and pressed hard on the center of his brows, the depression between his brows and eyes was barely suppressed.

When he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot, but he still couldn't hide his good looks.

After putting on the glasses again, his mood stabilized a bit, and his lowered voice revealed a bit of fatigue and imperceptible regret.

"I didn't want to get angry at him. I'll apologize to him later."

He Xue was also worried about his state, sighed, and spoke in a slow tone.

"No matter what, Jiang Fei is innocent. If you don't tell what's in your heart, he won't understand."

Xiang Zimo nodded slightly, and only said in a low voice.

"I know."

After a few words of persuasion, He Xue wanted to give them some space to get along alone, so she went back to the ward to say goodbye to Jiang Fei.

Before leaving, she gave Xiang Zimo a wink calmly, reminding him not to do anything he regrets.

Xiang Zimo nodded subtly, sent her out of the ward, closed the door, and turned to look at Jiang Fei.

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