Director Qin was telling the precautions while walking, and his eyebrows were frowned very tightly. Shu Chongxi, from the instinct of the medical staff, he did not want Huo Siran to be discharged from the hospital now. It was not only a matter of responsibility for the attending physician, but more because they had done a wound identification together before leaving, and the result was very bad.

The two stopped at the door of the duty desk to talk. The tiny figure was stunned for a moment and was blocked. The little hand gently inserted into the pocket and had to wait. But when the tiny eyelashes drooped, she saw the olive green luggage bag under his feet - he was leaving.

Director Qin turned around: "Yitong, medical record report."

She looked up and said softly: "Yes."

He turned around and searched through the file cabinet, and found the medical records that had been prepared in the afternoon. The words "Hothran" floated in and out in the aftermath of her light. She clearly remembered what Lu Qing said just a few hours ago, saying that he would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning.

"Be careful, I know that you soldiers are always thick-skinned and not afraid of injury, but you can't make a fuss like this, otherwise you will know that you are wrong when you get old..." Director Qin gave him the medical records and said in a deep voice, "I have given you a private phone number. If you feel uncomfortable at that time, please contact me at any time."

No matter how old the chief or the official is, when Director Qin comes, he will treat him like a child.

Huo Siran curled his lips and smiled, responding, the bright cold light in his deep eyes was not warm, and it was not as strong as his heart.

After Director Qin left, he was left with awkwardness. The slender figure gathered the hair in his ears and raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Don't it mean I'll leave tomorrow morning? I haven't had time to notify Jing Sheng, if he knew, he would definitely see you off..."

"Lin Yitong," Huo Siran's smile dissipated, his deep eyes were as cold as ice, and his thin lips uttered these three words to interrupt her. For a moment, the cold air overflowed, and he turned around and calmed her, "For the two of us, from today to this end."

It’s the same if you leave today or tomorrow. He doesn’t think it’s useless to stay one night, but he must say this.

We both, so far.

Her pair of watery eyes stared at him, and saw the pain in his cold and solemn pupils, and said in a low voice: "...You can blame me. It was my hesitation that hurt you. So you can blame me, or ask me to do anything."

A bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hosranying's extraordinary figure turned around, condescending with a high aura, and was as cold as a king. He pinched her petite jaw with one hand and said softly: "Blame you... don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if you give up on me?

Her beautiful eyes turned red, as if the deepest and softest area in her heart was poked and hurt, but a gentle and sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I'm going to get married, Jing Sheng is very nice to me... You can actually do it too, just like the girl in the bar that day, even if she doesn't like it much..."

Hosran's face changed and suddenly became pale. He suddenly let her go, letting her petite figure hit the duty table, hoping to tear her apart!

His thin lips were pursed coldly, and there was a fierce emotion in his chest. His deep eyes were bloodshot and he walked over, his arms slowly supported on both sides of her and said hoarsely:

"Lin Yitong, listen... Since you have made the decision, don't regret it. We'll stop here. From now on, I, Hosran, just pretend that I haven't known you. Similarly, don't show up in front of me again!"

Otherwise, I will not let you go again!

The cold cold air approached and retreated. Huo Siran took off his cold and handsome face, retracted his long arms, turned around in her slightly trembling eyes, and walked out of the door with great strides.

It was getting late outside, and he was wearing tall and solemn military uniform, disappeared into the mist that suddenly came to the night in City C.

From then on, she evacuated in her life.

Lin Yitong.

Don't show up in front of me again!

Her little hands trembled and held the duty desk. Her eyes were red and her psychological defense had collapsed. If she hadn't been here, she would have fallen down long ago.

fuck fuck fuck*

It was like a sudden serious illness.

I get sick and get rid of silk. I get tired of spring and exhausted in autumn.

The days in late summer and early autumn are always particularly sleepy. On the afternoons of the weekend, she slept until the sunset was setting. Lin’s mother was about to come back from the training center. She calculated the time and quickly started washing her hands and cooking.

Halfway through Gu Jingsheng's phone call came in, she answered it with a smile. On the phone, he said he had booked a gold jewelry store and asked her if she wanted to see it at night or to go to the freezer at noon on a weekday. After all, the effect looks different during the day and at night.

Her face turned slightly red and she whispered: "I...I'll ask my mother first..."

Gu Jingsheng was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Yitong, I'm not married to an aunt..."

She became embarrassed and annoyed. The two of them had ambiguous relationship on the phone for a while. The porridge in the small pot was boiling to the point where she quickly turned off the fire and hung up the phone. The sound of Lin Weilan opening the door also rang.

It was half a month later, and the heat faded and the sun was sunny.

Hearing that there was a lot of noise outside, Lin Yitong hurriedly ran out and saw that her mother was carrying a heavy bag and quickly helped her take it down. She couldn't help but frowned: "What is this? She is so heavy?"

Lin Weilan straightened her body and said softly: "Photo frame."

Photo frame??

She was stunned. She gently pulled open the bag with her little hand and found that it was of characteristic glass. She couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Mom, just use wood or plastic for photo frames. Why do you choose such heavy glass and take them home to make them yourself?"

She hasn't even taken wedding photos yet, so I wonder what her mother is anxious about.

Lin Weilan poured a glass of water and looked at the glass photo frame, and said lazy and coldly: "Solid." The wood is easy to be tide and the plastic is easy to be damaged. She is more at ease with some things herself.

She was stunned for a moment, straightened up, and her long white dress made her look even smaller. She couldn't help but walk over and gently wrap her mother's waist from behind: "Mom... are you afraid that I won't get married?"

Lin Weilan's face was as usual, and she patted her hand on her waist and said, "I don't have the final say on whether you marry well or not. It's all that far. I want you to change someone, are you willing to give up?"

"mom……"

"Okay," Lin Weilan interrupted her and said with a sigh of relief, "Just tell you. Mom has no vision and has not chosen a good man, and she doesn't dare to take the initiative to help you choose. Jing Sheng, I look pretty good, but Tongtong, she still has to guarantee her own interests no matter before and after marriage. Mom is very strong, and she refuses to let you take advantage of others for nothing, but the same is true - beware of not letting others lie to you, do you know?"

The fact that his father's cheating and divorce forced them into a desperate situation was a thorn in his mother's heart. Sometimes when he mentioned it, his mother would take it calmly, as if he had been used to it for a long time, but Lin Yitong knew, how could he get used to it like this?

Lin Yitong hugged her gently and smiled: "Well, I know..."

But these words were just comforting her mother. When she was really together, she couldn't control herself because she didn't trust each other, so how could happiness come from? What's more, Jing Sheng was always so concerned and tolerant, so good that she felt that even a little bit of suspicion of him had become a sin.

"By the way," Lin Weilan seemed to remember something, "Last time you said Yun Fei had a conflict with you in the hospital, and said that she wanted to sue for this house again, but after so long, why didn't there be any movement?"

There was no summons from the court, but Yun Fei's wedding was held vigorously and she didn't cause any trouble for them.

The slender eyebrows were slightly frowned. If Lin Yitong didn't mention it, she would almost forget about this matter.

yes.

It seems like it's over, it's solved, why?

But that's good. Lin Yitong thought that she had already confirmed the marriage with Gu Jingsheng at that time. If the Yun family really wanted to sue, she would not choose to marry in this way if she was so down. No matter what others said, she would feel that she was suspected of being attached. Even if Jingsheng didn't care, she would not be able to overcome the hurdle in her heart.

A stream of light flashed across her clear little face. Her little hand gently passed through her hair in her ears, and she was about to continue thinking, but Lin Weilan looked at the kitchen and said, "Are you stewing something?"

Lin Yitong reacted and exclaimed: "My porridge!"

She forgot.

Seeing her jogging in and shutting down the fire, Lin Weilan frowned when she was panicked. Even though she was conscientious and mature and capable in the hospital on weekdays, her personality that she started to be confused when encountering small things still couldn't be changed. I don't know who it was inherited from.

Gu Jingsheng's careful man should be able to take good care of her.

But for some reason, Lin Weilan only felt her eyelids twitching, as if something was wrong.

Fucking fuck**

Lin Yitong was still a little nervous when she arrived at the airport.
Chapter completed!