Along the street, Nangong Yiyi walked slowly. She was a little afraid to go back. Her cell phone rang many times, but Nangong Yiyi seemed not to hear it at all.
By the time Nangong Yiyi realized what she was doing, she had already walked two streets without knowing it. She was wearing high heels today and her calves were already feeling a little uncomfortable.
She found a bench on the side of the road and sat down. Nangong Yiyi reached out and rubbed her calves. Her car was parked in front of the hospital, and now she didn't even know where she was.
She took out her phone and found that there were many missed calls and messages on it. She clicked on the missed calls and they were all from Ivan. Looking at the string of numbers, Nangong Yiyi pursed her lips in aggrievedness. She had been on a smooth journey since she was a child. Even when I was studying forensic medicine, although it was a little hard to accept at first, it didn't take long for me to get better.
If we really want to call it a setback, this is probably the first time.
With a slight movement of her fingers, she dialed Ivan. The call was quickly connected. Ivan's anxious voice came from the other side. Nangong Yiyi pursed her lips and held it in for a long time before she finally managed to say: "Ifan, my leg hurts."
Ivan was sitting on the sofa. He called Nangong Yiyi many times but didn't answer it. Finally, she called back and ended up saying this.
Ivan's brows suddenly frowned, and while grabbing the car keys and walking out, he asked, "Where are you?"
Nangong Yiyi didn't know where she was, so she casually mentioned a relatively iconic building that could be seen nearby. Ivan had already gone out: "Wait for me there, don't wander around."
Nangong Yiyi hung up the phone, her nose was a little sore. She actually didn't know what she was struggling with. If there was a problem, she could just see a doctor for treatment. It wasn't a terminal disease that couldn't be cured, but she was still struggling.
In the final analysis, it is just the emotion that is at work.
Because of the deep love, I don’t want to have any regrets between myself and Ivan.
Nangong Yiyi waited there for a long time before she saw Ivan's car. Because she provided too little information, Ivan took a while to find it, so it was delayed for a while.
Ivan got out of the car, holding a bag in his hand. As soon as Nangong Yiyi stood up, Ivan pushed him back to the bench. The tall man squatted down, took out the shoes from the bag, and gently took them off. He took off the high heels on Nangong Yiyi's feet, put them on soft and comfortable cloth shoes, and rubbed Nangong Yiyi's calves: "Are you feeling better?"
Miss Nangong's eyes suddenly turned red, she threw herself into Ivan's arms and sobbed.
Ivan didn't blush when he changed Nangong Yiyi's shoes in public. Now that Nangong Yiyi threw herself into his arms, Ivan blushed a little: "Yiyi, what's wrong?"
Nangong Yiyi's crying voice came: "Ai Fan, I don't want to get married."
"What?"
Ivan's face immediately darkened. Today was Valentine's Day, the day they were going to get the certificate, the day he could officially include her in his household registration book. She actually said such a sentence.
Ivan brought Nangong Yiyi into the car. His face was obviously extremely ugly. Nangong Yiyi sniffed hard: "Ifan, I..."
Nangong Yiyi was still about to say something, but the traffic policeman came over and knocked on the glass: "Hello, sir, parking is not allowed here, you..."
"roll!"
Before the other person finished speaking, Ivan had already interrupted him rudely.