Chi Huan returned to the bed and sat down, but he was no longer sleepy.
I sat like this for about ten minutes.
She picked up the mobile phone placed on the bedside, turned on the screen, unlocked it, opened the address book, found Tang Yueze's number, and clicked on it to dial.
It took less than a few seconds to get connected.
It was late at night, and he was supposed to be sleeping, but Tang Yueze's voice didn't feel sleepy or fuzzy, it just seemed lazy and indifferent, "Miss Chi."
"Did Mo Shiqian call you?"
"I didn't get scolded for calling so late, obviously because I had already been woken up once."
Chi Huan paused and asked directly, "Then...how did you answer him?"
Tang Yueze sneered at the other end and smiled lazily, "I don't remember anyone praising me for being magnanimous and disregarding past grudges. Do you think so, Miss Chi?"
A few seconds of silence.
Chi Huan said, "Mr. Tang, have you ever thought about something?"
"Um?"
"If Liang Manyue dies, what will she think about before she dies, and what will you think about when you think of her in the future?"
The man smiled on the other end, "What should I be thinking?"
Chi Huan's voice became very soft, and the softness seemed to be entwined with a thin smile, "Does she regret it, or does she feel relieved and satisfied that she died for Mo Shiqian?"
Tang Yueze said nothing.
She continued, "If she dies, when you think of her again in the future, no matter how indifferent your expression is, you will still feel resentful and unwilling... right?"
He smiled lowly, "It's very possible."
"It's great that she is alive. Mo Shiqian doesn't want her. Even if she makes such a sacrifice, he still doesn't want her. Then, you don't want her either... You go and love others, embrace others, and let her know that she has lost you. It’s such a disadvantageous thing, isn’t it much better to see her regret it than to feel resentful and unwilling to accept it yourself?”
Tang Yueze smiled and couldn't stop laughing.
"She sacrificed for you. Look at you, you have such a bad mind."
Chi Huan smiled faintly, "Why, am I right?"
"You are more inciting than a man."
"Did you incite you?"
"let me consider it."
Chi Huan said again, "Mr. Tang, I guess she is one of the few people you have spent a lot of energy on, but she was still dumped. As a woman, I know a woman's mind best. The more you treat her, the more you treat her." Well, it will be more painful for her to think about you after losing you. If you ignore her life and death, she may feel that leaving this man is the right choice, what do you think? "
"It seems I really can't ignore it anymore."
She smiled slightly, "That's right."
After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan guessed that she had successfully persuaded Tang Yueze—
It can't be considered as her persuasion, maybe he originally planned to intervene, or had the idea of interfering.
Taking a long breath, she closed her eyes, retracted her feet to her waist, hugged the pillow and stepped back, leaning her back, then put down her phone and stared at the darkness outside the window in trance.
… …
Chi Huan later got tired of sitting, so she lay down on her bed to rest. When the sky got slightly brighter, she fell asleep in a daze.
Three days passed like this.
Mo Shiqian would call her every day and chat for a few minutes, which was probably just to say she was safe. His voice was increasingly tired.
Chi Huan never asked or said much, but always told him to remember to rest and eat.
Three days later, in the evening, she was about to go downstairs for dinner when her cell phone rang. She almost thought it was Mo Shiqian's call and immediately picked it up to check.
But what is displayed on the screen is not wood ink, but Fengxing.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Why did Feng Xing call her? Could it be...
She clicked the answer with cold fingertips, and her voice was tight and trembling, "Feng Xing..."
"Is it convenient for you to come to the hospital now?"
"Fang...convenient."
Feng Xing's tone was very ordinary, "Then you ask An Ke to bring you here. By the way, you ask your chef to prepare two dinners and bring them over. I haven't eaten well in a few days."
"Okay... I understand," she held the phone tightly with her fingers and asked cautiously, "Is Mo Shiqian... okay?"
"Nothing."
After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan turned around and hurried to the cloakroom, took out a coat, and then trotted downstairs, "Ma Li, Ma Li, give me two thermos boxes."
Mother Li was cleaning the house. She sighed when she heard this and hurried away.
The food was just being brought to the table. She took a look at it. It was still steaming hot, and it was just enough for two people...
Although she eats alone these days, she makes the kitchen prepare meals for two people every day in order to avoid Mo Shiqian suddenly coming back one day.
She and Li Ma packed all the meals into two portions, then called An Ke and went directly to the hospital.
By the time we waited, it was already dark, and the light in the hospital was blindingly white.
Pushing open the door of the ward, Feng Xing, who was overlooking the night from the chair window, turned to look at her, and his eyes immediately fell on the incubator in An Ke's hand behind her.
He raised his arm and waved, "Put it on the coffee table over there."
Chi Huan didn't look at him and rushed to the bed in a few steps.
In fact, this is not a hospital bed, it is obviously a temporary folding bed, because Liang Manyue slept on this hospital bed in the ward, and the man did not take off his clothes and fell asleep quietly with his eyes closed, even so. You can see the tiredness on his face.
Chi Huan leaned over, touched his face with her fingers, and whispered his name, "Mo Shiqian... Mo Shiqian."
There was a faint voice like Feng Xing in the ward, "If you can't wake me up, don't scream. Have you eaten? If not, eat his."
Chi Huan looked up at Feng Xing, who was already sitting on the sofa and reaching out to twist the thermos box, "What's wrong with him?"
Feng Xing glanced at her, "Isn't it obvious enough? I fell asleep. I haven't slept for three days, so I slept very deeply."
“…”
Her tense nerves relaxed immediately, and her head rested on the man's arm.
"Are you injured?"
"It may be a minor injury. When he wakes up, you can ask him to go to the hospital."
Chi Huan breathed a sigh of relief and then stood up. He then looked at Liang Manyue who was lying unconscious in the hospital bed. He pursed his lips and walked to the side of the sofa where Feng Xing was sitting. He asked quietly, "She how's it going?"
Feng Xing didn't raise his eyes, "I may have been shocked during the explosion. No serious damage has been found for the time being. I'll wait for follow-up observations."
That's good.
Chi Huan sat on the sofa and looked up at the sleeping man.
After being quiet for a while, she finally asked, "Is Gale dead?"
Feng Xing paused while eating.