Shi Sheng had delicate features, short hair covering his head, and a pair of gun-gray thin-rimmed glasses hanging from his ears, giving him an air of talent.
Lu Mingtong, he and Yun Xiao were all alumni. When he saw the invitation, he could guess why Tang Ling was so cruelly attacked by his father.
Tang Ling probably wanted to attend this banquet.
He handed the slightly wrinkled invitation to Yun Xiao, and said in a low and steady voice: "This injury will not start to heal for a week. I also have a fever. I'll see how the fever subsides after the intravenous drip is applied."
Yun Xiao didn't answer. He stared directly at Tang Ling, who was sitting next to her. Xiang Chen took the invitation letter over.
Tang Ling walked lifelessly. A lot of the blood on his back was wiped away by the alcohol, but some still spilled over the wound. Shi Sheng used iodophor to disinfect his wound again, and finally spread medicated powder and bandaged his wound with white gauze and cotton cloth.
It's just that the injury on the back of the neck didn't look like it was from a blow, so Shi Sheng still put some anti-stasis ointment on it.
"Mr. Yun, this is an invitation letter sent to the Tang family. The person invited is Mr. Tang. We expected that the invitation list was not in it." Xiang Chen explained, pulled out the list from his phone and checked it again to be more sure, "Tang Not among the invitees."
"Get out." Yun Xiao said in a cold tone, bypassing Shi Sheng and sitting next to Tang Ling's bed.
Shi Sheng nodded, packed the medical kit, and Xiang Chen left the room with him to send him back.
There was only one lamp on the bedside dimmed, the light reflected on Tang Ling's fair face, and her breathing was slow and orderly.
Yun Xiao raised his hand, put his fingertips under the tip of his red nose, and gently wiped away the blood on the edge.
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, he rubbed Yun Xiao's hand away, letting his soft hair fall on his face.
Yun Xiao slowly pushed his broken hair behind his ears and stroked his head with his palms.
The cell phone placed next to the pillow suddenly lit up with an unrecorded number.
Yun Xiao's eyes swept over the information, and his eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.
[Mr. Tang, I am Shen Yuancong. Sorry to cause you any trouble. The company has made a statement and I will pay for any subsequent losses. ]
"Ahem..."
As soon as he made a sound, Yun Xiao immediately retracted his hand and turned his head to look elsewhere.
Tang Ling opened his sour eyes, his head was so heavy that he could only press it on the pillow. In the dim and blurry space, he saw Yun Xiao.
Why is Yun Xiao here? He should be at the dinner party at MY studio.
Just when he was glad that this was a dream, Yun Xiao suddenly asked: "Is it because of the invitation?"
Tang Ling didn't respond to Yun Xiao's question for a moment, and thought for a moment: "If I say yes, you will think I deserve it."
Yun Xiao cannot be allowed to know that his father wants them to divorce.
He didn't respond, and Tang Ling felt a little uneasy. Looking at his back, he pretended to be relaxed and continued: "It's not because of the invitation, but because of the gossip, that's why I got beaten."
There was no concern. The first question I asked was that he was worried that he would go to the dinner and disturb them.
After a long time, Yun Xiao said calmly: "Dad is right to beat you, you deserve it."
"This kind of thing will never happen again." Tang Ling closed her eyes, and the sourness caused by sadness spread from the center of her eyebrows to the tip of her nose.
He could feel the sunken heaviness around the bed disappearing.
Is Yun Xiao leaving
Tang Ling was afraid of this feeling of being about to lose, and suddenly stretched out the hand that was still hanging on the infusion to grab the edge of his clothes.
"Three minutes...or even one minute, just stay with me."
Yun Xiao never looked at him directly after he woke up.
Maybe people who are sick are more pretentious, so Tang Ling took back her hand after realizing that she was losing her composure.
"Your clothes are wrinkled, sorry."