Dear, Love Me Deeply

Leng Qingyuan, who left in anger, stood under the streetlight and puffed out a ring of smoke.

After the end of a cigarette, Leng Qingyuan has made a new decision.

Since Shen Yiqing wants to hide from him, he will be more cruel and see how she can hide!

With this in mind, Leng Qingyuan has turned to the hospital not far away.

Lying on the bed, still quiet mobile phone, like sleeping, no phone, no SMS.

Looking at the name of Si Jiayu on the screen, Shen Yiqing refuses to press the dial button.

"Jiayu, where are you?" Looking out of the window at the starry sky, there are traces of dark clouds. Depending on the situation, there will be a rainstorm tonight.

Because her legs couldn't move with plaster cast, Shen Yiqing could only slide her mobile phone and brush her microblog boring.

Subconsciously input keywords: Si AI, but the purpose is still the previous engagement statement issued by Si Jiayu.

Looking at the photo, and Liu Sijie tightly hugged Si Jiayu, her heart can not help but pain up.

But the pain didn't last long, and she heard the door of the ward being pushed open again.

Looking back, it's Leng Qingyuan!

"You See cold Qing Yuan a face angry appearance, the original angry voice was also stuffed into the stomach.

Looking at Leng Qingyuan in consternation, she closes the door and takes off her clothes until she sits by the bed. Shen Yiqing finds her voice.

"What are you doing?"

Leng Qingyuan looks back at Shen Yiqing, then tears open the quilt and gets into the quilt.

"Sleep."

Sleep?

What the hell is going on?

How could he come to her if he didn't go home to sleep.

Don't forget, she is still a patient, she is still in hospital!

"Wait a minute!" Reach out to push cold Qing Yuan's arm, just her this tiny force, and where to push tall cold Qing Yuan.

"First, it's not your home; second, I'm still in hospital, lengshao. Do you think it's appropriate for you to climb up to my bed so aboveboard?" Shen Yiqing looks at Leng Qingyuan as a matter of course, and his hands tremble.

Leng Qingyuan doesn't care if her hand is shivering. He turns to see Shen Yiqing, and then kisses her with a deep kiss.

"Ah

She was choked by the overwhelming smell of wine that stimulated her taste buds.

The palm of the hand hangs down in front of Leng Qingyuan's chest, but he can't push away the overbearing kiss.

"Three words: I'd love to!" With that, Leng Qingyuan put his arms around her waist and closed his eyes.

Would you like to?

But I don't like it!

Being pressed by Leng Qingyuan, Shen Yiqing can't imagine the state at this time.

But when the sound of sleeping beside her rings, her heart is soft for a moment.

I remember that Mo zhe mentioned to her that Leng Qingyuan had not slept for a long time, and less than three hours of sleep a day made Leng Qingyuan suffer from migraine.

Forget it. It's just three hours.

I can't bear it!

She glared at Leng Qingyuan with resentment. She put her mobile phone under her pillow. After a while, she also fell asleep.

It's like falling in the fragments of time, the years are flowing in this unconsciously.

When the morning light came into the ward, there was no sign of Leng Qingyuan in the room. If it wasn't for the breath of a man on the pillow, I'm afraid she would feel like she had just had a dream.

And in this dream, she unexpectedly felt a sense of peace of mind.

When Shen Feiteng pushes open the door, he happens to see Shen Yiqing lying in a daze.

"Xiaoqing, this is the porridge made by your aunt Guangmei in the morning. You can have some first." With that, Shen Feiteng gave her a bowl of porridge with a thermos box.

The white porridge, steaming, looks much more elegant than usual.

Put the bowl aside, Shen Yiqing looked up at Shen Feiteng, "Dad, I'm sorry, it's hard for you to do."

Her father asked her to ask for Leng Qingyuan. She messed it up. She must have been criticized by Lin Guangmei at home.

But when she faces Leng Qingyuan, she really can't be calm, even wronged herself to ask him.

Shen Feiteng looked at Shen Yiqing, but sighed, "now I can only pull down my old face to ask for less cold."

With that, a trace of sadness floated on his wrinkled face.

Looking at Shen Feiteng's appearance, Shen Yiqing's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and had to say, "Dad, I'll try again."

In order not to let my father lose face, I'd better aggrieve myself.

However, when she thought of sleeping with Leng Qingyuan last night, her face was ruddy.

However, in Shen Feiteng's opinion, this touch of rudeness has become another meaning.

"Xiaoqing, I can stop investigating the matter of Si Jiayu, but from now on, you are not allowed to have any contact with Si Jiayu, do you understand?" Irrefutable words, let her heart fall in an instant."Dad, this has nothing to do with praise!" She didn't understand why her father was so repellent to Si Jiayu.

"Enough!" Shen Feiteng slapped on the table, his eyes serious and dignified, "do you still think I'm your father? You're a cool young woman. She's hot with other men. If you don't want to be shameful, I still want to be shameful! "