Xiang Fengyu: "..."
"Did I do it?"
System: [It’s you, it’s you]
"Private Marseille Yueyue Sang..."
Wiping the tears on his face with his sleeves, Xiang Fengyu changed the unconscious Yan Xingyue's posture to that of a corpse in the morgue so that he could faint more comfortably.
[Do you think I should call 120...]
Afraid of causing trouble, Xiang Fengyu hesitated.
After hearing about the past of Xiaoyingyangzi, I felt very fond of him.
System: [It shows that there is no problem here, I can’t die]
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xiang Fengyu looked at Yan Xingyue's pale and delicate face, and moved his eyes towards the big cabinet in the room.
She thought about the brown traces she had seen that looked like blood stains.
If I guessed correctly... I'm afraid it was really blood.
It belonged to the young Yan Xingyue who was tied up and struggling to rescue his mother.
[I really didn’t expect that the male protagonist would have such a past...]
Xiang Fengyu later recalled that from this moment on, she gradually stopped treating Yan Xingyue as a paper man.
Yan Xingyue's past has enriched him as a whole. Understanding his past, understanding his pain and character motivations, without the mysterious filter, Xiang Fengyu feels that he is not so scary.
But she also ignored one thing.
For example... Yan Xingyue deliberately showed weakness and analyzed the tragic side of his past for her to see.
...
Xiang Jia seems to be planning to deal with this matter coldly. No matter how much trouble is made on the Internet, he will ignore it. At the same time, he secretly spreads some news about "Ye Ting Feng Yu plagiarism lights out" and "Ye Ting Feng Yu does not admit plagiarism" to guide public opinion, which leads the public opinion astray. Netizens’ attention.
They began to discuss whether Ye Tingfeng Yu had any mental illness and analyzed her motives for saying so.
During this period, the scandal of a popular actor's prostitution came out again, which completely attracted everyone's attention. The issue of seeking revenge and plagiarism against Xiang Shilan gradually went cold.
But Xiang Shilan's popularity also fell from the Bai Fumei author mentioned by everyone to "Oh, that Ye Lan who is looking for guns to plagiarize and also likes to chat with her brother Fan Kucha in the middle of the night."
Xiang Fengyu never sent any more messages to Jiang Zhi, and the other party's attempts to contact him were always excused.
"Hello, my surname is Xiang. I have made an appointment to pick up Ms. Tian Tian."
He reported his mobile phone number to Feng Yu and waited for someone at the front desk to take him away.
Who would have thought that after hearing who she was looking for, the other party was stunned for a moment, and then politely told Xiang Fengyu: "Our person in charge will be here soon, please wait a moment."
Xiang Fengyu sensed something was wrong.
Didn’t you just ignore Tian Tian? Even if she didn't send the person out quickly, the person in charge would come over to talk to her.
What's going on?
"Hello, Miss Xiang."
The person in charge is an expressionless middle-aged man.
"Ms. Tian Tian's mental state is very poor, and she even actively attacks other patients. Out of responsibility, we cannot send her out under such circumstances."
Xiang Fengyu raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Didn't Xiang Xia tell you that the nursing home will not be responsible for Tian Tian in the future?"
The person in charge still looked rigid: "No nursing home is willing to take over Ms. Tian Tian. Ms. Tian Tian needs to stay here at your expense."
It was the first time that Xiang Fengyu saw such a natural forced purchase and sale.
"Let me see her first."
Xiang Fengyu didn't bother to talk to them about this.
She didn't know why Xiang Xia suddenly repented, but her first priority now was to see the original owner's mother and confirm her condition.
It doesn't matter if the Xiang family is unwilling to pay. After all, they have no obligation to support the original owner's mother. They have only kept her here to torture her for so many years.
The person in charge nodded: "Please follow me."
Xiang Fengyu followed up and at the same time lowered his head and sent a message to Yan Xingyue.
I wish you fart and collapse: Are you awake? Breakfast is on the table. When it's cold, heat it up in the microwave.
I wish you a better life: I came to the nursing home to see my mother. Are you feeling better?
Yan Xingyue seemed to be awake.
He got back to her quickly.
Yan Xingyue: Yeah
It was a simple word, and I didn’t know which sentence it was replying to her.
Xiang Fengyu was used to him talking less, so he didn't care.
I wish you a good fart: guess what this is
Send a photo to Fengyu.
It's a knife.
It is still the one that Yan Xingyue likes to play with most.
When Xiang Fengyu knocked him unconscious, he picked up the butterfly knife that slipped from his sleeve.
But she didn't give it back.
Yan Xingyue: My knife
I wish you the best of luck: It’s a knife, but it’s not an ordinary knife. It’s clearly been held in your hand and played with all year round, soaked in your body fragrance and filled with your fragrance. It’s a very lucky knife!
I wish you fart and collapse: How about you become a doctor every month in your next life? I will be a knife in your hand.
Yan Xingyue on the other end: "..."
Yan Xingyue: I am an andrologist
I wish you fart and collapse: OK, then I will circumcise whoever you point at.
Yan Xingyue: "......"
He admits that no one has ever won Windwhisper in the realm of perversion.
Yan Xingyue didn't reply, but Xiang Fengyu was satisfied.
Of course, she was not satisfied that she would be the knife in the hands of a male doctor, but she was satisfied with the result of her experiment.
System: [.........or I will send you to the next life now] I can't stand Smecta anymore.
Xiang Fengyu rolled his eyes.
[Idiot, do you understand the value of these words?]
【Didn’t you find it? I took Yan Xingyue’s beloved knife away, but he didn’t get angry and didn’t ask me to give it back]
It seems that yesterday's confession did make Yan Xingyue more indulgent towards her.
System: [...He has given you the greatest indulgence from the very beginning]
Who would have thought that the efforts of the first ninety-nine hosts to survive would not be as good as Xiang Fengyu's words of 'I will circumcise whoever you point at'.
Listen, this is simply the most touching love story in the world.
"arrive."
The person in charge pointed to the door and then left without saying a word.
There is not even a formulaic instruction to call medical staff immediately if something unexpected happens.
Xiang Fengyu told himself once, opened the door and walked in.
It looks like a place I've seen in TV dramas. A transparent wall separates the inside from the outside. There is only one big bed in the room.
Cold and pale.
This is where the mother of the original owner redeemed herself.
A woman was lying there, looking lifeless.
The little nurse swiped the card and opened the door for her, and Xiang Fengyu walked in.
"1023, your daughter is here to see you."
The little nurse called out.
The person on the bed still showed no reaction.
Compared to the person in charge, the little nurse is more dedicated.
"She just took medicine. Although she is tied up, just in case, don't get too close to her."
Xiang Fengyu thanked her and smiled at her, with the pear dimple on his right cheek looming.
The little nurse muttered in her mind that the mother and daughter didn't look alike either.
"Hello...my name is Xiang Fengyu."
According to what the little nurse said, Xiang Fengyu didn't get too close to her, but stood at a distance not too far but not too close and looked at her on the bed.
She was thinner than Xiang Fengyu expected, like a skeleton covered with a thin layer of skin, and her facial features could not be called pretty.
Hearing her name, the woman on the bed rolled her eyes and focused on Xiang Fengyu who was standing not far away.
"...Come...Come...Come...Come..."
A hoarse and weak voice came over, and she stared at Xiang Fengyu, calling her one after another.
