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Nan Ting: "Huh?"

There is only one answer, and there is no further text.He just felt inexplicable, there was no comparison between the two.

So he replied vaguely: "Why do you ask such a question all of a sudden?"

"Are you hesitating?" There was a smile in the consultant's voice.

Nan Ting didn't know what he was laughing at: "I..."

He collected himself and retorted, "He won't find me."

"Really." Mr. Consultant said lightly, "But I found you."

Nan Ting: "What..."

He unconsciously took a step back and raised his eyes suddenly.

With a bang, he slammed his back against the door.

The consultant looked at him puzzled: "What's wrong?"

After two seconds, Nan Ting realized that he had overreacted.

I don't know why, just now he seemed to have some kind of hallucination, and he felt that the tone of Mr. Consultant was very similar to that person in an instant.But they are clearly two completely different people.

So much so that he even misheard the meaning of the other party.Mr. Consultant clearly means that he has found him even himself, and it should be no problem for Wen Zhen.

"Mr. Consultant," Nan Ting pretended to be calm, "How do you know I'm here?"

He added, "There is no one else here."

He originally thought that the consultant refused to answer just now because Fu Cheng and others were present, but he didn't expect the consultant to still say, "This is a secret."

"I'm worried someone else will come looking for it."

"But you didn't answer my question either." The consultant said, "I'll tell you when you answer."

Nanting became more and more confused: "Is this very important?"

The strange feeling that was entrenched in my heart just now returned.The consultant in front of him is not the same as the consultant in his memory. When did the consultant become such a conditional person?

"Yes." said the advisor.

Nan Ting weighed it in his heart, and said, "Forget it."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to open the door and go out, but his hand was grabbed at once.

The consultant tried hard to prevent him from opening the door.He came a little closer and looked down at Nan Ting.The light fell from behind him, casting a deep and shallow shadow on Nan Ting.

Nan Ting looked back at him: "?"

The consultant opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

After a long time, he said, "Aren't you going to push me away?"

"...?" Nan Ting blinked, "Don't you have something to say?"

consultant:"……"

Forget it.

"You need to learn the social distance of human beings." He dropped this sentence, let go of his hand, turned and walked to the other end of the room.

Nan Ting couldn't help touching the dripping hair.

Did he do something wrong?

Mr. Advisor, are you angry?How can it be?He had never seen this mild-mannered man angry.

Walking out of the room and going downstairs, there was another sound of footsteps behind him.Before Nan Ting had time to turn his head, his whole body was covered by a piece of clothing covering his head.

"Wear it." The consultant said lightly, and walked past him.

...seems to be really angry.

Nan Ting hurriedly put on his coat, but Mr. Consultant had disappeared.

He was startled, thinking that the other party had left again, so he quickly looked around.Turning his head, he suddenly met two pairs of malicious eyes.

Red-haired: "Have you had a fight?"

Xiao Wan: "Who is that? Consultant? Where's the consultant?"

"Where has he gone?"

"It makes you anxious." Hongmao pouted, "He seems to be looking for our boss."

"Oh." Nan Ting calmed down a little, and then replied, "He is Chi's advisor."

Hongmao: "Who is Chi?"

After finishing speaking, a thought suddenly crossed his mind, but it was too absurd. He was stunned for a moment, but didn't say it directly: "Haha, it can't be the highest official..."

"En." Nan Ting nodded, his expression unchanged, "I'm going to find him."

Hongmao was left alone in a daze.

When Nan Ting pushed open the door of Xu Rui's ward, Fu Cheng and the consultant were confronting each other inside.

Fu Chengzheng tried his best to maintain a calm tone: "We are not a shelter here. What's more, we have to take care of patients."

The consultant showed no expression: "I'm not asking for your opinion."

Fu Cheng's face suddenly became ugly.

Hearing the movement at the door, the consultant turned around.Seeing Nan Ting, he smiled, as if he wasn't the one who threatened others with a cold tone just now: "This is the person you want to save?"

Nan Ting nodded.

He walked carefully to the bed and observed Xu Rui's state.At this moment, Xu Rui was still in a coma, his face was pale, his right hand was wrapped in a bandage, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, but he must not be in better condition than before.

Fu Cheng was stunned after hearing the conversation between the two.He asked: "You, want to save him?"

"It's not me." The consultant said, "It's Nan Ting."

Nan Ting seemed to be afraid that he would go back on his word: "You agreed."

He glanced at Fu Cheng again, as if asking for credit: "Mr. Consultant is an expert in this field. He is much better than me, and he will definitely be able to save him, um...Brother Xu."

He seldom calls human beings by their names, so he didn't know how to introduce Xu Rui to the consultant, so he had to imitate other people's names.

consultant:"……"

When did he have such a good relationship with this group of humans?he thinks.

Why did you even call out "Brother"?

How long is this, two days?three days?

When he was on Liberty before, he obviously couldn't understand Fu Cheng.In other words, he never took this human being seriously—at that time, Nan Ting was obviously surrounded by so many people.

But he would only extend his hand to himself beside him.

The advisor gritted his teeth lightly.

"So do you want to hear a lie or the truth?" he said.

Nan Ting looked at him, his heart sank.

Fu Cheng also frowned.

Something unspoken was broken unexpectedly.There was an unbearable silence in the room.

After a long time, Nan Ting lowered his gaze: "...I know he is dying. You don't need to tell me this."

Fu Cheng: "You..."

"Of course I know...it's just that I don't want to accept it." Nan Ting lowered his voice, as if afraid of being heard by the people on the hospital bed.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the air in the small room was unbearably stuffy. He raised his head to look at the consultant, turned his gaze away, turned around and opened the door, and left the room.

There were only two people standing in the room.The atmosphere suddenly returned to the original tension.

Fu Cheng looked at the people on the hospital bed, and then at the back of Nan Ting leaving.

"Cruel," said the advisor suddenly to him, "isn't it?"

Fu Cheng: "What?"

"He has just learned the value of life, and he hasn't had time to continue to learn to accept their disappearance." The consultant said softly, playing with his fingertips.

Fu Cheng had a strange feeling in his heart: "What are you talking about?"

He didn't understand why the advisor suddenly said that to himself.

"But that's okay."

The advisor ignored him.He laughed to himself, as if he was talking to Fu Cheng, or to someone invisible: "This is pretty cute."

After speaking, he also left the room through the open door.

Fu Cheng stood where he was, with an extremely uncomfortable feeling on his back.

What's going on with this person...?

He looked up and saw that the consultant had followed Nan Ting's footsteps back into the living room, and was about to speak to him.The consultant would laugh when talking to Nan Ting, and his smile was so gentle that Fu Cheng couldn't associate him with the person who said to himself "this is also very cute" just now.

but……

Fu Cheng narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

A great way to get rid of two hassles at the same time.

Nan Ting ran back to the living room.

Hongmao, who had already accepted that big shots appeared one after another beside him, was slumped on the coffee table eating melon seeds. When he saw Nan Ting running out, he asked feebly, "Are you quarreling again?"

He barely stretched his arms, sat up from the sofa, and patted the place beside him: "Come on, sit down. If you encounter any problems, come and talk to Brother, and let Brother, an emotional mentor, analyze and analyze for you... "

Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the consultant coming out from the corner of the eye, and immediately became honest, and stood up from the sofa, taking the initiative to move away from Nan Ting.

Nan Ting: "...?"

Immediately afterwards, Fu Cheng also came out of the room.Nan Ting originally thought that he would try his best to avoid conflicts with the page consultant, but he took the initiative to say: "Wait a minute, we haven't solved the problem just now."

Counselor: "I told you, I'm not here to ask for your opinion."

Nan Ting guessed that Fu Cheng didn't want the consultant to stay here.After all, at first, he didn't want to take him in either.

Not to mention that the consultant was someone who seemed to be more troublesome than him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't bring him to stay here." Fu Cheng glanced at Nan Ting.

This is different from what I just said."Why?" said the advisor.

Fu Cheng felt that he had the chance to win.

"Although I don't know what your relationship is." He said slowly, looking at the consultant, "but you seem to like him very much."

Nan Ting: "?!"

What are they talking about again?

The consultant didn't show any surprised expression, instead he put away his smile, and finally turned his attention to Fu Cheng: "Yeah?"

Nan Ting: "?"

"Yes, there is another person." Fu Cheng looked at the consultant firmly, "Aren't you curious who it is?"

"Oh?" The consultant smiled, "Who is it?"

Fu Cheng didn't answer right away.

He ignited the flames: "And as far as I know, he is to that person..."

Nanting suddenly reacted.

He wished he could slap Fu Cheng's face with his tail, and make this talkative human being completely shut up.

From the beginning, he tried his best to avoid topics related to Wen Zhen, because he didn't want to be asked about it by the consultant.

asked about their relationship.

It's one thing to be known by Fu Cheng and the others, but quite another thing to be known by an acquaintance like Mr. Consultant.What's more, he didn't want anyone in the world to know from the beginning to the end. If he hadn't seen the photos, he would definitely not tell these humans.

But right now he doesn't have the conditions to slap someone, so he can only interrupt in a hurry: "You misunderstood!"

"Misunderstanding what?"

This is what the consultant said.

Nan Ting: "We are friends."

The advisor did not speak.

Fu Cheng glanced suspiciously between the two.

Nan Ting was a little confused about the situation.

He asked again uneasily: "You, you and me... right?"

The advisor's expression suddenly relaxed.

"Yeah," he said slowly, "what else?"

Nan Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

He was about to speak when he heard the consultant continue: "So who is that person?"

Nan Ting: "!!"

He immediately cast his eyes on Fu Cheng, and threatened him with what he thought was a fierce look: If you dare to speak out, you will die.

However, Fu Cheng only wanted these two people to leave here: "Yes—"

thump.

Fu Cheng suspected that he had heard wrong.

He turned his head and looked towards the door.

dong dong dong.

After a while, the door was knocked again.This time it was a clear, standard three tones.

—The second uninvited guest of the night was standing outside the door.

The living room fell completely silent.

Advisors turned to Nanting.

"It's the patrol," he mouthed.

Nan Ting froze in place, stunned: "Why did it suddenly..."

The advisor shook his head.

He turned around and walked upstairs silently.Where no one could see, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

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