When Fu Xingye came back, it was already half an hour later.
He pushed the door in, and saw Nie Changhuan standing quietly at the desk. He raised his eyebrows and didn't look at her anymore. He let in the restaurant staff who was carrying a lot of things to his side and watched the food one by one. After setting it up, let people go out.
"Why stand still and not hungry anymore?"
Nie Changhuan looked at the tall and handsome man on the sofa from a distance, opened his mouth and said, "I'm hungry, but I can't eat it."
Fu Xingye frowned, and immediately stepped towards her: "Is not feeling well?"
When he was at the desk before, he forgot to be fascinated, and then he suddenly remembered that she seemed to choke and said that the desk was cold.
Nie Changhuan shook his head, still looking at him steadily: "Fu Xingye, don't you have anything you want to tell me?"
Fu Xingye raised his eyes to look at her.
Nie Changhuan's eyes did not blink, watching his expression carefully.
But after a second or two, Fu Xingye smiled lazily: "This is too much, which one do you want to hear?"
Nie Changhuan looked at him indifferently, and suddenly didn't want to give him a chance to explain. He directly took the mobile phone placed on the desk behind him and handed it to him.
The look on Fu Xingye's face darkened the moment he saw the phone.
Without raising his eyes, he raised his hand and took the phone away from Nie Changhuan's palm, unlocked it, and checked the call log. When he saw the name at the top, his face instantly became sullen and cold.
He paused for a second or two, then threw the phone on the desk at random.
The phone slammed on the desk and made a loud bang. Nie Changhuan sank in emotion. He was shocked by the sound, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Fu Xingye.
Fu Xingye was staring at her: "Who asked you to answer my call without authorization?"
Nie Changhuan looked at him incredulously, tears rolled out all of a sudden.
Seeing her tears, Fu Xingye was startled when she applied, and her eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
Seeing that he still thought he was annoying, Nie Changhuan suddenly felt embarrassed, as if the sweetness with him before was all his own wishful thinking and sentimentalism.
After all, which lover would say this in such a tone? Which dear lover would have this expression when he saw the other party crying
She originally thought that Fu Xingye was hiding from herself because she was afraid that she would love Tang Sihuai and ignore him because she was jealous.
But now it seems that it is not at all.
Nie Changhuan didn't want to ask him why anymore, only wiped a tear in a hastily and embarrassed manner, and walked out of the office, bypassing him.
"Nie Changhuan, stop!"
He suddenly uttered a loud voice, as if he was still angry. Nie Changhuan was shocked again, becoming more aggrieved and embarrassed, and ran out with his head buried.
Fu Xingye pulled his tie loose with a calm face. This feeling beyond his control made him anxious. He walked a few steps indiscriminately on the spot, and finally closed his eyes. When he opened it again, he walked out with his long legs tightly chased out.
But as soon as he chased outside the company door, he heard the elevator jingle, and when he rounded the corner to chase the elevator entrance, the elevator was already going down.
He squeezed his fist and pressed the elevator down button randomly and hard several times, but when the next elevator came up, it was already nearly three minutes later.
…
Nie Changhuan stopped a car indiscriminately, and when the driver asked her where she was going for the third time, she withdrew her gaze from the gate of the luxurious office building.
She hoped he could catch up.
But he didn't.
Nie Changhuan lowered his head and glanced at his quiet mobile phone, and finally pulled his lips silently.
She asked the driver to wait a while, and only after dialing out did she tell the driver the address.
About an hour later, the car stopped outside the main entrance of Jingcheng People's Hospital. After Nie Changhuan got out of the car, he walked to the single ward floor of the inpatient department.
It was almost early in the morning, and the corridor was very deserted. Nie Changhuan stood quietly at the door, thinking a lot, and finally took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
Tang Yaoyao opened the door, and when she saw Nie Changhuan, she was slightly stunned, then she stepped aside with a cold face and didn't speak.
Nie Changhuan yearned to walk in, but his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move at all. He could only stand on the spot and glanced into the ward first, but the ward was very private and saw nothing.
"Are you going to get in?" Tang Yaoyao screamed and fiercely at her.
Nie Changhuan looked at Tang Yaoyao.
Tang Yaoyao don't look away: "I will close the door if I don't come in again!"
"Your brother... How is the situation now?" Nie Changhuan asked, but his voice was trembling.
"On the phone just now, didn't you hear everything? Knowingly ask what?!" Tang Yaoyao raised her voice unconsciously, but she turned her head to look inside the ward and bit her lip again.
Nie Changhuan squeezed her fingertips and walked in step by step. The more you go in, the stronger the smell of disinfectant water and medicine will be. She only dared to stare at the ground and didn't dare to look randomly, for fear that she could not accept it. But when the edge of the hospital bed appeared in the low vision, she had to look up.
Before coming here, she had imagined countless pictures and guessed the degree of Tang Sihuai's injuries, but those pictures were far less thrilling than what she saw with her own eyes at the moment.
She stared at the fucking person in a daze, she didn't know when her tears flowed down her face.
The sickness of that white bed sheet and white quilt, and the person lying there, could not tell Tang Sihuai a little bit of warmth and jade.
At this moment, he has only one pair of eyes and nose still exposed.
Those eyes were quietly closed, an oxygen mask hung on his nose and mouth, only the slight mist from the oxygen mask proved that he was still alive.
"Why are you crying hypocritically? Would my brother be like this if it weren't for you?!" Tang Yaoyao was afraid that Tang Sihuai would be noisy, so she could suppress her angry voice, "If it wasn't for my brother who kept calling you when he briefly regained consciousness last time Name, do you think I will let you come over?"
"Nie Changhuan, I hate you to death, our family is ruined because of you!"
"My second brother... he may never be able to return to the way he was before..."
Speaking of this, Tang Yaoyao cried, her shoulders convulsed with extreme sadness.
These days, her eyes are almost blinded by crying.
Nie Changhuan seemed sad to see Tang Yaoyao crying, but he didn't seem to feel anything at all, but the tears fell off the floor.
She said without emotion: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."
"Why don't you know?!" Tang Yaoyao took two steps towards her abruptly, her clenched fist almost went to Nie Changhuan's face, but she finally endured it and only whispered at her like a complaint, "My brother Before the accident, I sent you so many WeChat messages, why did you go out?! Why do you have to go out and cause trouble! If you heard him at that time, he would not have an accident to block the truck for you! He won't be what he is now!"
When Tang Yaoyao called Fu Xingye before, she only said "My brother was in the accident because of Nie Changhuan", and didn't elaborate. So now Nie Changhuan heard these words of Tang Yaoyao, first at a loss, then suddenly came out of her mind that day. The car accident that I ran into with Nie Manshuang on the way to the mall. On that day, Tang Sihuai did send himself several WeChat messages.
After thinking about this, Nie Changhuan suddenly fell into the ice cellar, with regret and guilt. She felt a little difficult to breathe, and subconsciously went to see Tang Sihuai, who was lying quietly and not knowing when she would wake up. The van hit him.
However, there are no ifs, and regret is the most useless.
Nie Changhuan looked at Tang Sihuai, opened his mouth, only making a faint voice.
"sorry Sorry… "
"What's the use of saying I'm sorry now?!" Tang Yaoyao leaped forward suddenly, never holding back, slapped Nie Changhuan's face with a slap.
Nie Changhuan's face was slapped, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, but she only thought that Tang Yaoyao was not hitting hard enough, and she couldn't reduce her half of the regret and sadness.
But Tang Yaoyao slapped that slap, and was stunned, her excitement slowly fading away.
She glanced at Nie Changhuan's rapidly swollen face with some panic, took two steps, fled to the sofa in front of the French window and sat down, quietly clutching her hot and painful palm in a daze.
Nie Changhuan stood there for a while, waited for the dizziness caused by the slap to recede a little, then walked slowly to the bed.
She looked at **, a silent and unrecognizable man, but in her mind was the handsome, chatting and charming appearance of this man before the injury.
A person has experienced such a huge change, but it is because of her Nie Changhuan.
And Tang Yaoyao seemed to say just now that Tang Sihuai might not be better.
What can I do.
Nie Changhuan was in pain, and he did not dare to imagine that Tang Sihuai would spend the rest of his life like this, and even said that something worse would happen.
Her tears were never dry, and her vision was blurred at the moment. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, carefully squeezing the man's cold and pale hand, and begging him again and again in her heart to get better and better. .
…
Fu Xingye rushed to the hospital and pushed open the door of Tang Sihuai's ward. He was relieved to see the figure kneeling by the bed.
But immediately, when he saw Nie Changhuan holding Tang Sihuai's hand, his brows grew gloomy.
He almost wanted to rush in directly and pull Nie Changhuan out of the ward, but he pushed the door halfway open, but finally backed out slowly.
He stepped back two steps, stood leaning against the wall, closed his eyes, and what lingered in his mind was the picture of Nie Changhuan sitting on the bedside, holding Tang Sihuai's hand.
In his life, it seems that he has never really regretted the moment.
But now, he regretted it.
I regret that I was not in the country at the time, and I regretted that when I was undergoing surgery abroad, because I suddenly found the trace of Yan Yan, I didn't pay much attention to Nie Changhuan, and even often chose to ignore her.
It was because of regret that he chose to withdraw from the ward.
He couldn't let Nie Changhuan hate him again for this.
Nie Changhuan stayed in Tang Sihuai's ward all night, and Fu Xingye stayed in the corridor all night.
In the early morning of the next day, Chen Yanchuan called and said that he had contacted a senior brain injury expert from abroad for Tang Sihuai, so he left the hospital and went to ask someone for the price in person.
…
Nie Changhuan was lying on the edge of Tang Sihuai's bed, crying and falling asleep.
When I woke up, my legs were cold and sore, and I couldn't even move.
She didn't care about herself and went to see Tang Sihuai who was fucking.
Tang Sihuai was as lifeless and unchanged as last night.
Nie Changhuan looked away, and saw Tang Yaoyao lying on the sofa, and he was immediately saddened.
She could hardly imagine how Tang Yaoyao and her family stayed here with expectations every day, opened their eyes the next day and was as disappointed as she was, how hard it was to suffer.
When Nie Changhuan retracted his gaze, he found that he was still holding Tang Sihuai's hand, and immediately pulled his hand back uncomfortably.
She rubbed her numb knees, slowly stood up on the bed, and the blanket she was wearing fell down.
She was taken aback, then picked up the small blanket, folded it, and set it aside.
Her movement awakened Tang Yaoyao, who had slept very lightly. Tang Yaoyao immediately got up from the sofa, rushed to the window, looked at Tang Sihuai, and finally took a step back with a gloomy expression, her red and swollen eyes drooping.
Nie Changhuan raised his eyes, pushed back the sour feeling, and smiled softly: "Thank you."
Tang Yaoyao raised her eyes to look at her, and she pointed to the small blanket on the side she had just folded anyway.
"Don't think I am for you!" Tang Yaoyao looked at her brother, "The doctor said that he could try to let the person my brother missed the most to take care of him, and see if I could regain consciousness more quickly. So, I am all I did it for my brother."
Nie Chang smiled happily, without speaking.
Tang Yaoyao frowned, her expression even more uncomfortable.
The two were speechless, and there was a knock on the door outside.
Tang Yaoyao immediately ran to open the door, and then walked in with a restaurant staff.
Looking at the large and small lunch boxes he was carrying, Tang Yaoyao wondered: "Did you give it wrong? I didn't order anything."
Looking at the lunch boxes, Nie Changhuan couldn't help but think of the scene where Fu Xingye took the restaurant staff back to the office last night, and his heartbeat was slightly confused.
Could it be that Fu Xingye ordered these
The staff took out the list and confirmed it all over: "Yes, that's it. May I ask who is Miss Tang Yaoyao?"
"I am." Tang Yaoyao took the order and signed, "It seems to be correct, but who ordered me and ordered so much, how can I finish eating?"
Nie Changhuan retracted his gaze from the lunch boxes and took out the cell phone he hadn't seen all night. There was no new WeChat message on the phone.
She pulled her lips, but soon stopped thinking about these trivial things.
She even feels that as long as Tang Sihuai can get better, it doesn't matter if she is alone in this life.
"Hey, don't stand up, come over and eat together." Tang Yaoyao beckoned to her viciously, "I can't finish eating alone, it's a waste."
From noon yesterday to now, Nie Changhuan has not eaten a bite, but even so, she still has no appetite. But she glanced at Tang Yaoyao's gaze from time to time, and walked over in silence, taking a few bites perfunctorily.
Tang Yaoyao suddenly lost her appetite. She glanced at the time: "Let's go, my family is about to come. If they see you, they will kill you."
The rest of the Tang family didn't know the inside story, only that Tang Sihuai was seriously injured because of Nie Changhuan.
So when Tang Yaoyao finished saying this, she herself couldn't bear it, so she glanced at Nie Changhuan.
Unexpectedly, Nie Changhuan didn't feel embarrassed at all, but rather looked like he blamed himself.
She smiled hard and said, "If it can make your family feel better and Brother Sihuai can get better, I hope so."
"... I just said casually, who really did it to you?" Tang Yaoyao gave her a push, "Hurry up and leave."
She remembered that there are still classes today, and they are still taught by Yan Xiaofeng.
Nie Changhuan looked at Tang Sihuai deeply, then turned and walked outside.
"Hey! Forgot to tell you that my brother was injured. Don't tell anyone, otherwise the stocks of my company will be messed up."
"it is good."
Nie Changhuan was about to walk to the door, and Tang Yaoyao stopped her again.
Nie Changhuan turned to look at her.
Tang Yaoyao looked at the sick Tang Sihuai: "Can you accompany my brother as much as possible in the future? My elder brother... may want to see you very much, and I hope you can come with him."
Nie Changhuan lowered his eyes.
Tang Yaoyao was a little angry, and was about to speak, Nie Changhuan nodded to her and responded softly.
…
As soon as Nie Changhuan walked out of the hospital gate, Nie Manshuang trot over from one side.
"Aunt?"
Nie Manshuang encircled Nie Changhuan's shoulder and sighed, "How is Tang Sihuai?"
"How did you know?" Tang Yaoyao didn't even say just now, did the Tang family deliberately block the news
"Fu Xingye asked me to come and pick you up." Nie Manshuang didn't answer directly, "Don't worry, Auntie won't tell me about this."
Hearing Fu Xingye's name, Nie Changhuan tilted his head and looked to the side without saying a word.
Nie Manshuang took her forward: "Strictly speaking, I blame aunt for this. If it weren't for me to pull you..."
"Aunt, no one thought that such a thing would happen. At that time, you took me out for my own good. You really don't have to blame yourself. It has nothing to do with you." Nie Changhuan was afraid that she would blame herself, saying a few words Must be especially sincere and solemn.
But in fact, when Nie Changhuan said so, he took all the blame on him in his heart.
She just wanted to go back in time and save it all with her own life.
Nie Manshuang couldn't help but recalled the scene of the car accident he saw that day. At that time, he felt scary enough. Now that he knew that Tang Sihuai was injured in the car accident, his heart was more shocked and sad and worried.
She didn't know for a while, whether she should be fortunate to stop Nie Changhuan from seeing it, or should she regret herself.
But everything can't go back.
It's just that her soft-hearted niece will have a harder life in the future.
Thinking of this, Nie Manshuang's heart became flustered, so she stopped talking, took Nie Changhuan into the car, and sent her to school.
During the one-day course, Nie Changhuan no longer had the state of concentration he had before. What he thought in his heart and passed through his mind was all about Tang Sihuai smashing the truck for himself, so that his life was dying.
After the last class, she sat in a dazed position. After a long time, she took out her mobile phone and turned down the WeChat dialog between herself and Tang Sihuai.
Seeing the unread voice messages with red dots still falling, she hesitated for a long time before opening the first one with a trembling finger.