Sorry, I can't love you

His eyes sank. Tang Lipei turned his face and looked at Xia Liang and spoke slowly: "I'm afraid I can't wait for that day. Xia Bingqing is crazy. She doesn't speak. No one knows the truth of this matter."

A low, cold voice came out of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm tired. Go back and leave the company to your young people."

It seems to be an unintentional sentence, but mixed with fatigue.

Somehow, Xia Liang trembled and looked at Tang Lipei's white temples. Suddenly, his nose was a little sour.

"Dad, have a good rest and I won't disturb you."

After sucking his nose, Xia Liang stood up, tucked in the quilt for Tang Lipei, then picked up his bag and went out.

At the door, Bai Hao stood straight like a pine and cypress. Seeing her coming out, he nodded, and then closed the door.

"Take care of dad and let us know if you have anything."

Through the window, Xia Liang glanced at Tang Lipei who was lying down and deliberately lowered his voice to Bai Hao.

"Yes."

He nodded, then suddenly looked up at Xia Liang, mumbled his lips, but didn't speak.

Noticing that he wanted to talk and stop, Xia Liang wondered, "is there something wrong?"

Bai Hao shook his head: "No."

With a meaningful look at him, Xia Liang frowned and turned around.

He clearly wants to say something, but Bai Hao has something to say to himself

Just thinking, he turned and turned into the corridor. Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand. The man pulled it aside. Xia Liang fell off guard.

"Ah..."

Before she could react, she hit the wall heavily, and there was a burst of tearing pain on her back, which made her cry out in surprise the next second.

But before he could scream, his mouth was blocked.

He clenched his bag and thought that he would swing his fist and hit the face in the next second, but he suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

Xia Liang was suddenly surprised and then widened his eyes.

Tang Mo's deep and three-dimensional face suddenly appeared in front of him. She was stunned. The next second, she pushed Tang Mo away: "you... What are you doing?"

Her face was puzzled, but her clenched hand loosened.

"I know."

Tang Mo leaned against the wall with one hand and leaned on a crutch with the other. His sharp condensed eyes locked Xia Liang's cool face, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, like a smile.

Stunned, Xia Liang frowned. Did he know?

Did you know her identity?

"No, you know what? How do you know? "

It seemed to be interrupted by her. Tang Mo's eyes coagulated deeply and looked at Xia Liang's frown. He bowed his head and motioned her to take a look at his feet.

Following his eyes, Xia Liang suddenly saw a foot wrapped in gauze, and vaguely smelled a faint smell of medicine in the air.

It suddenly occurred to me that when she left the company, she found that there was no one in Tang Mo's office.

It turned out that he came to the hospital.

"I heard it clearly outside the door."

The low magnetic voice sounded in her ear. Xia Liang understood that Bai Hao just wanted to say this to her.

"So... You... You know?"

Looking up at Tang Mo's deep eyes, Xia Liang asked softly.

She was going to tell him, but she didn't want him to know in this way.

"Yes."

Tang Mo nodded. In his cool eyes, Xia Liang couldn't understand.

She stammered her lips. Xia Liang wanted to say something, but she suddenly didn't know what to say.

After so long, it turned out to be an oolong.

She should listen to Liang Junjun and come to the appraisal early, otherwise so many things would not have happened.

Also because of this vague identity, two people deliberately keep a distance. Now think about it, it's also ridiculous.

Thoughts in my mind kept turning and surging, and Xia Liang felt a burst of five flavors for a while.

Just as she became soft, a smell of disinfectant came from her nose, followed by the sound of footsteps coming steadily at the end of the corridor.

Xia Liang suddenly stared. Someone came over.

"Uh... Not here... Not here... Uh..."

She woke up, barely spit out a word in Tang Mo's kiss, and then stretched out her hand to push him away.

"Someone..."

She lowered her voice and blushed.

The voice fell, and then the steady footsteps had moved forward. A patient in sick clothes appeared in front of them. When passing by them, he gave them a meaningful look.

The face "Shua" became more and more red. Like a tomato, Xia Liang buried his head, a pair of clear eyes turned, and his fingers clenched his clothes uneasily.

With a hook in the corner of his lips, Tang Mo glanced at her: "go back."