Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

When he turned around to make a phone call, he muttered without fear of death: "Don't you still have Fu Hanlin's coat? It's not cold enough for her, so you have to worry about it here, and they won't appreciate your kindness."

Suddenly, there was a sound of stamping behind him. Qin Heng trembled in fright, thinking that Huo Mingzheng had stood up again, but when he turned around, it was Huo Mingzheng shaking off the cigarette ashes on the slope.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Heng, "What?"

"It's okay." Qin Heng pretended to be calm, but he was extremely panicked. Huo Minzheng was too stupid.

Even if the King of Heaven comes today, he will still say that Huo Minzheng did it on purpose.

Without hesitating for a second, he quickly picked up the landline and called the nurse station.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the man sitting on the sofa and said, "Is that okay? I can't freeze your heart."

He didn't know which word struck Huo Minzheng's heart, but Qin Heng actually felt the pleasant look on his face.

His eyes fell on the ashtray where Huo Minzheng had stubbed out the cigarette butt. He sighed helplessly. He told him many times not to smoke in the near future, but Huo Minzheng refused to listen.

Seeing him leaning on the back of the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating, Qin Heng felt even more dizzy.

He stood up and took out a disposable water cup from the cabinet, poured a cup of warm water and placed it in front of Huo Mingzheng, "Are you going to stay like this until Ji Lin wakes up?"

"I don't use disposable water cups." Huo Minzheng said calmly.

Qin Heng's hand paused. How could he forget how difficult this ancestor was to take care of? He drank all the water in the cup and finally found a brand new tea set from the depths of the cabinet.

At midnight, two grown men sat facing each other making tea.

Qin Heng couldn't stop yawning after the bath, complaining in his heart that this was more tiring than working the night shift!

……

No one spoke in the corridor outside the ward, everyone was quietly waiting for Ji Lin to wake up.

The only sounds were the nurse walking back and forth and the window closing.

Fu Hanlin said warmly: "I'll buy you a cup of hot milk."

With that said, he stood up.

Fu Yan quickly grabbed him and said, "No, I'm not cold or hungry."

"It's okay, I'll just pretend I'm bored and take a walk."

Fu Hanlin's eyes swept across her face warmly, and finally he looked at Ji Qing, "What would Mr. Ji want to drink?"

Ji Qing asked seriously: "Do I have a share of the hot milk?"

Faced with Ji Qing's teasing, Fu Hanlin said noncommittally, "Mr. Ji can drink whatever he wants."

Fu Yan pinched Ji Qing quietly, and Ji Qing's expression remained unchanged, "Forget it, thank you, Mr. Fu. How dare I bother you with this big Buddha?"

After Fu Hanlin left, Ji Qing leaned on the back of the chair with her hands folded across her chest, with a see-through expression on her face, "Fu Hanlin is a nice person."

Ji Qing knew what happened to Fu Yan, and also knew that Fu Hanlin had told the media that Fu Yan was his fiancée in order to save Fu Yan. Although it was false, she still admired Fu Hanlin's character.

Fu Yan had been with Huo Mingzheng, and Fu Hanlin could still be so protective. Such a man is responsible and responsible, and he is not a narrow-minded person.

She secretly felt that it would be good if Fu Yan and Fu Hanlin could get married.

However, as a bystander, she could not give her any emotional advice.

Fu Yan's mind was about what Fu Hanlin said to her in Fu Hanlin's room.

In fact, she never knew when Fu Hanlin started to like her until he said those words.

She was shocked by the situation at that time. She didn't know that Fu Hanlin's controlled and calm appearance hid such turbulent emotions, which were completely unbearable and unharmable for her.

She should be crisp and clear, but Ji Qing's phone call interrupted what she was about to say.

The best time has now been missed.

But she knew that dragging it out was definitely not the best solution.

Fu Yan sighed, and Ji Qing glanced at her and immediately understood, "It is indeed difficult to reject such a man."

After a while, Fu Yan got up and went to the bathroom.

The entire corridor was quiet at this time. The bathroom was at the other end of the corridor, a little far away from the nurse's station, and the wards were almost empty the further you got here.

As soon as Fu Yan stepped into the bathroom with his right foot, his mind uncontrollably recalled the scene from a horror movie he had watched before...

The theme of the film happens to be hospitals.

She took a deep breath and looked at the closed stall in the bathroom. As a result, the picture in her mind became clearer - a dark head crawling out of the stall door.

The extended right foot was retracted.

She pursed her lips tightly, the expression on her face became increasingly ugly, and she resisted the urge to curse.

In fact, she had somewhat forgotten about the scenes in the movie. It was the time Huo Mingzheng saved her from being hospitalized with a knife wound. Huo Mingzheng reminded her once, and the memory deep in her mind was awakened.

As a result, she didn't even dare to blink now, for fear of seeing something terrifying when she opened her eyes.

Suddenly she heard steady footsteps behind her.

someone is coming.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at the mirror on the sink to see clearly who was coming.

The man's hair was cut into short pieces, his facial features were sharper and more profound, and he wore a dark gray scarf around his neck.

The hands hanging by his sides were clenched.

he.

Didn't you go back?

Huo Minzheng met her eyes inadvertently, and his eyes fell on her right foot that was about to stretch out. He saw the deserted hospital corridor in his peripheral vision, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

He calmly looked away and walked to the men's room, taking out his cell phone to make a call.

I don’t know who he was talking to on the phone, and he was speaking in French, because the door to the men’s bathroom was open and the voice came from inside.

With the sound, the originally empty corridor no longer seemed eerie and eerie.

Fu Yan's tense nerves also relaxed. She took her right foot out again and quickly entered the compartment.

When she went out, Huo Mingzheng hadn't finished the call. He tilted his head, holding his cell phone between his legs, and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

Fu Yan turned her back to him to dry her hands and turned to go back to the corridor of the ward. Huo Minzheng also turned around after hanging up the phone. His long legs and long steps just blocked her way.

She paused and took a step to the right. Huo Minzheng seemed to have remembered something, so he also took a step to the right and took out a piece of paper from the carton to wipe his hands.

Fu Yan frowned and took a step to the left without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, Huo Minzheng took out the paper, took another step to the left, slowly wiped his hands dry, and threw the paper into the trash can on the left.

Everything was reasonable and flawless. Fu Yan couldn't tell whether he did it on purpose or not.

She stood still, waiting for him to leave first.

Huo Minzheng stood, his tall back like a majestic mountain, and his cold voice had a bit of suppressed emotion.

"Aren't you afraid? Let's go first."