Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4047 He is really dying (12)

"Don't you understand that you will be held legally responsible for messing with other people's things?" Song Shaoyan was furious. He opened the drawer but still couldn't find his mask. "Where are my things? Where did my things go?!"

"Your broken mask may have been swept away by someone who cleaned the ward." Jiang Ci said deliberately.

"You find people back for me! What's the matter with these people? Can other people's things move around casually?"

"Let me tell you..." Jiang Ci suddenly leaned forward meanly, "Ning An took off your mask, do you want to sue him? Hmm?"

Song Shaoyan stopped his hand, and stared at Jiang Ci with narrow narrow eyes: "When did she come?"

"When you weren't awake."

"You called her?"

"Otherwise, with her personality, she won't take the initiative to see you again, right?"

"Who asked you to call her? Jiang Ci, you are too good at making decisions!" Song Shaoyan's face darkened instantly, like the sky before a storm, gloomy.

"Damn, who are you scaring? Is it my fault that I called for you? You know how much you want to see her in your heart! If she didn't come, I suspect you won't be able to wake up!" Being able to wake up might have been stimulated by Ning An yesterday.

"When is it your turn to intervene in the matter between me and her? Jiang Ci, don't think that you can be self-righteous and make your own opinions after you have been with me for five years. Don't meddle in my affairs!"

"You think I want to intervene? I'm just because you're dying! I'm a doctor! The doctor is kind!" Jiang Ci was probably furious, and swearing, "You fucking think I want to control you? I Is there nothing to do when you are full? Well, from today on I will not care about your life, don’t call me! Damn!"

Jiang Ci kicked over the trash can at his feet and left angrily!

He is not a temperless person, so why should he swallow his anger towards Song Shaoyan.

He doesn't rely on Song Shaoyan for food!

Jiang Ci belongs to the kind of person who is usually joking and not serious, but is very serious when he loses his temper.

He said that if he didn't care about Song Shaoyan, he didn't care about Song Shaoyan, and immediately called a car to go back to Hwaseong.

Song Shaoyan sat on the bed slumped, his head gradually buried in his hands, silent, without saying a word.

The ward was quiet and silent.

He could hear his own heartbeat, even and slow, not as vigorous as usual.

th.

He didn't expect Ning An to come here and take off his mask. He looks like this... shameless.

Thinking of this, Song Shaoyan began to turn over the cabinet next to the bed in a panic.

He doesn't want to go out like this to scare people!
There was no mask for him in the cabinet, and he accidentally touched the pillow, but unexpectedly the mask was hidden under the sheet next to the pillow.

As soon as he found the mask, he immediately put it on, but there was still a great desolation spreading from his heart, wrapping around his chest like a weed, so cramped that he couldn't breathe.

His hands were propped on the bed, his body was too weak after all, he was just emotional just now, now he was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

His skinny hands clutched the sheets tightly, palms drenched in sweat.

His lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his thin and cool eyes were unnoticeably lonely, like the frost on the dead leaves in winter, waiting for the sun to disappear and melt alone.

The westward sunlight from outside shines in through the glass windows, and the smooth floor reflects the bright picture.

(End of this chapter)