Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

They did such an intimate thing last night, why is the person missing today?

Where did he go?What do you want to do again?

And what he said last night...

Countless questions filled his mind, he scratched his hair resentfully, then walked slowly to the kitchen, the remaining half of the cake should be the only remaining trace of him.

He walked to the counter, dug the cake with a spoon, and delivered it to his mouth one after another. His movements were extremely mechanical and stiff, like a robot, without any soul or emotion .

Only the red eye sockets and moist eyes revealed his emotions at the moment.

The room that was originally full of memories also instantly became extremely cold.

He didn't know how many mouthfuls he ate, the size of the cake was gradually shrinking, his mouth was stuffed, and the chewing of his teeth could no longer keep up with the frequency with which the cake was put into his mouth. The cakes are getting smaller and smaller.

At some point, two wet marks had slipped down his cheeks, and just as his expression was getting desperate, the phone rang.

Qi Song was sitting on the plane, his eyes were looking out of the window calmly, white clouds passed by in front of him, but his thoughts were empty, at this moment he was like a walking dead, he didn't know how he stepped out of that morning. room.

He subconsciously felt that last night... Maybe it was really the last farewell between him and him.So... He didn't refuse anything he did last night.

I can't describe my mood at the moment, just think that he ran away, he didn't want to see him hurt, and he didn't want him to see himself... the last look, let the memory stay in those beautiful few days.

After he went back, a few days passed peacefully, until one early morning when it was drizzling, Mu Tingzhou informed him to go to the hospital.

At this moment, he had nothing to hide, so he took a taxi to the hospital in an ordinary windbreaker.

He no longer has the extra energy to control the direction of a car.

When he walked to the door of the consulting room, almost all the eyes of several people were on him. They were all strangers, with a look in their eyes, except for the two people standing behind.

Jiang Xu spoke first, "Second Uncle, you...how did you become like this?"

Seeing the disbelief on Jiang Xu's face, Qi Song walked in, smiled disapprovingly and said, "What is it like?"

In his memory, the second uncle has always maintained a temperamental appearance and demeanor. Today, not to mention his slovenly appearance, his face is no longer that of a normal person.

His complexion is pale, his lips are bloodless, and even his beautiful and charming eyes seem to have lost their luster. He is the person he admires the most in his memory, but now...

Seeing this, Mu Tingzhou turned his eyes away without any trace, as if he didn't want to look at him more, but silently clenched his hands into fists and hung them by his side, looking at the doctors with strange faces, speaking calmly Said: "He is the patient I mentioned earlier, if you have anything to explain, you can tell him directly."

Hearing this, several people had the same look of pity on their faces, and then one of them asked, "Where is this gentleman's family? Haven't they arrived yet?"

dependents?

When he arrived here, he was unaccompanied, what kind of family did he have?

At this moment, I don't even have the intention of living, so those are not important. Just as I was about to say it, Jiang Xu, who was standing next to Mu Tingzhou, immediately said: "He is my second uncle, and I am also his family member. You can tell me anything directly."

Although it was just a small move, for some reason, Qi Song's nose suddenly became sour. Could it be that people have become quite sentimental after reaching this point?