The dimly lit bedroom is ambiguous and lingering.
The man's big, knuckled hands pressed the woman's long hair and deepened the kiss forcefully.
The strong arms restrained the waist that was not tight enough to be grasped. Under the black lace skirt, the white skin was dyed with a little pink.
The hot breaths intertwined together, making Nan Yan's head dizzy. She couldn't help but close her eyes, subconsciously wanting to wrap her arms around the man's neck, and then——
"Buzz buzz-"
The vibrating sound interrupted everything, and all the intimacy came to an abrupt end in an instant.
"Ah Jing, something happened to my grandma, can you come and help me? Woo hoo hoo, I really don't know what to do..."
The pitiful cry sounded on the other end of the phone, and it seemed particularly clear in the ambiguous and intimate bedroom.
Nan Yan has never been able to learn from the pitiful Chu Chu with three points of request and seven points of helplessness.
It's Song Yihuan.
Nan Yan's body froze, and the raised hand slowly dropped.
As for the cold man who had just unbuttoned his eyes, the emotion in his dark eyes also disappeared in an instant, completely annihilated and falling apart.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be there soon."
The deep voice was even a bit hoarse, and the next second, the slender hands were released from Nan Yan's waist.
After hanging up the phone, there was no trace of emotion on Lu Huaijing's handsome face, as if the man with the scarlet eyes just now was not him.
Leng Ran said: "Nan Yan, go to sleep by yourself."
After finishing his words, he turned around to leave.
A slender hand grasped his wrist.
Nan Yan bit her lip. The hollow suspender she was wearing seemed to be a humiliation for her.
She suppressed the sting and unwillingness in her heart and asked in a low voice:
"Can you not go?"
The trembling request seems to be the bow of the flower of the high mountain.
But that straight figure didn't hesitate at all, just spread her fingers one by one.
The voice was cold and unreasonable: "She needs me."
Her hand shrank in embarrassment, and finally she slowly retracted it in the cool night breeze.
It was the cold feeling brought by Lu Huaijing's closing the door, which seemed to go straight to the bottom of his heart.
Nan Yan curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
He took off his irritating clothes and threw them directly into the trash can.
After changing into regular clothes and going downstairs, she took out a cup of cold tea from the refrigerator and drank it one sip after another.
It was as if the biting coldness could wipe away the soreness in my throat.
"Madam... your stomach is not good, so you can't drink like this..."
A distressed voice sounded behind him, and the next second, the cup in Nan Yan's hand was taken away.
Zhou's mother looked at Nan Yan with sad eyes, but the latter just forced a smile with a pale face.
"Aunt Zhou, you're not asleep yet."
"Sir...are you leaving again?"
Aunt Zhou was awakened by the sound of the engine, and when she came out, she bumped into Nan Yan, who was in a state of despair.
With just one glance, you can understand what's going on.
The carefully prepared birthday cake on the dining table, the flowers of animal cream have collapsed.
It was carefully carved by Nan Yan step by step, but at this moment, it felt as if her heart had been stabbed countless times.
"Maybe it's because the company has something going on."
Nan Yan's tone was calm, but her pretty face still showed quiet elegance.
But Aunt Zhou knew very well that it was just a habit formed by good upbringing since childhood.
She was even a little aggrieved: "Is it because of that Song Yihuan again? Madam, otherwise tell the old gentleman!"
Mr. Lu had already banned the two of them from meeting each other, and even on his birthday, he was forced to come back.
I originally thought that my husband would understand my wife's thoughts, but unexpectedly, this was the result again.
The old gentleman is so discerning, how did he become blind?
Aunt Zhou couldn't understand.
But Nan Yan lowered her eyelashes, hiding the unspeakable pain, and her smile flickered like dew.
"Aunt Zhou, I'm tired and want to take a nap."
After saying that, she went upstairs.
Staring at that lonely figure, Aunt Zhou knew that this was a disguised request from her wife and she kept silent.
But Nan Yan, who had just returned to the room, saw the message on the phone at a glance.
It was a photo of each other leaning on each other, with only half of the man’s arm showing.
The cuff of the black shirt is a finely carved obsidian cufflink - it was a birthday gift she had prepared for him for a long time.
The accompanying text is only a short line of text, but it is extremely showy:
[What should I do? As long as I say a word, Ah Jing will leave you immediately. 】
Nan Yan's hands and feet were cold, and her heart was beating suddenly. She was overwhelmed with sadness and seemed to be drowning.
It hurts.
She covered her heart and looked at the huge bedroom, even her breathing was stinging.
After three years of marriage, only the marriage certificate on the bedside table can prove that she is a married person.
Lu Huaijing had never touched her.
But her heart had already fallen in love with him uncontrollably when she first saw him ten years ago.
No one knows how long Nan Yan has hidden this love.
He was like a ray of moonlight in the darkness, leading her out of the thorn bush and guiding her all the way.
But why, everything has changed...?
Nan Yan bit her lip, and then she was brought back to her senses by a phone call.
"...Dr. Nan, a patient with severe bleeding has been sent to the emergency department here. Please hurry up!"
With the urgent news, Nan Yan stood up directly without any hesitation.
As a surgeon at Jishi Hospital, Nan Yan has always been dedicated.
ten minutes later.
In the rescue room, Nan Yan had already walked in wearing a white coat.
"...The patient suffered rib fractures and punctured lungs due to a car accident, but the old man is relatively old. This is a film..."
Nan Yan took the CT film, and the large area of shadow on it was the blood that had choked into his lungs.
She frowned, and a nurse had already put on gloves for her.
"This rescue plan is the most reliable at present. Have you informed the family members that this kind of injury is likely to cause lung infection. If the patient is too old, it will be difficult for him to survive the postoperative infection period."
Cases like this are common in hospitals, and the risks of surgery and some postoperative problems must be explained clearly.
The nurse nodded and said, "Song Likun's family members insisted on rescuing her and said any expensive drugs would do."
"I know." Nan Yan nodded.
Since her family believes in her, she will definitely do her best.
The operation lasted a full six hours.
It wasn't until the chest cavity was sutured that Nan Yan tremblingly put down the last hemostat.
"Okay, keep an eye out."
There was a hint of trembling in her voice as she forced herself to walk to the bathroom.
The moment she took off her gloves, her legs went limp and she knelt down directly outside the operating room.
"Nanyan!"
With a low cry, a strong arm held her.
"Are you OK?"
A gentle voice fell from the top of his head, it was the newly transferred colleague Ji Yuanchen.
Nan Yan shook her head in a daze, raised her eyes subconsciously, and wanted to say it was okay, but her body froze suddenly.
In his sight, he saw a familiar tall figure standing at the window not far away.
The lines of his profile were strong but deep, and the clear outlines seemed to be a carefully crafted miracle. It was the silhouette that had haunted her in countless late nights.
At this time, Lu Huaijing was leaning slightly, and the moment he stared sideways, his long slender hand had touched the other woman's face, and he slowly moved closer.
That intimate act seems to be the most common passionate kiss among couples in love.
