Report to the president, your actor has run away again

"You did nothing wrong."

Fu Xin rubbed Fu Zhao's hair, letting him rub his tears and snot all over his body, ""I'm here, brother is here, don't be afraid. "

Fortunately, Fu Zhao's psychological quality is still very strong. After calming down for a while, his expression slowly regained his composure.

Tang Ruan sat aside, her eyes were a little red.

Since returning to Tongcheng, except for the time he went to the cemetery, he has hardly heard Fu Zhao mention Fu Meng.

The phrase "big brother" just now was like a thorn in Tang Ruan's heart.

Those who are left behind are the saddest, whether it is Fu Zhao who kept silent, or Fu Xin who tried hard to be a substitute for his brother.

It was still him who woke up crying in his dream at midnight.

The operation was still going on, Tang Ruan called Wu Zhuoyi and asked him to bring some blankets and food over.

Fu Zhao was tired from crying, and fell asleep drowsily leaning on Fu Xin's shoulder.Mr. Fu, who used to call the wind and rain and walk with the wind, now has tears on his face, like a fragile and restless child.

Tang Ruan covered Fu Zhao with a blanket, tucked the corners, hesitated for a while, and handed Fu Xin a bottle of water.

Fu Xin took it and held it in his hand. His current complexion is not much better than Fu Zhao's.

Tang Ruan packed up his things, and when he touched Leng Ran's coat, Tang Ruan stopped.

There seemed to be something in the inner pocket of the suit jacket, Tang Ruan thought about it, and took it out.

It was a few neatly folded papers and a ring. Judging by the style of the ring, it should be the one for the man in the ring.

Tang Ruan unfolded the paper and glanced at it twice.This should be the manuscript that Leng Ran originally planned to read at the press conference. Tang Ruan casually flipped a page, and suddenly, his eyes froze.

The content of this page is completely different from the previous one. It can be said that these are two completely different manuscripts.

Tang Ruan looked at the door of the operating room, then at Fu Zhao, he seemed to understand something.

Tang Ruan sighed, folded the manuscript, and put it back in Leng Ran's pocket.

One didn't ask if he was suffocated, and the other didn't say anything after asking. No wonder there was such a big misunderstanding between the two.

But after such an experience, I think many things can be seen through and opened up.

Fu Zhao closed his eyes, his head was dizzy.

He didn't know if he fell asleep, but his neck felt sore, and he could vaguely smell the pungent disinfectant in the hospital.

But he had a dream.

He was thinking about Leng Ran, and his dream was full of Leng Ran.He dreamed that when they met for the first time, in the crowded elevator of the company, Leng Ran was standing beside him, leaning to the side anxiously, while secretly looking at him with small eyes.

so cute.Fu Zhao couldn't help sighing in his dream.

He is not a person who is easily emotional. He usually plays around and plays around.

In a sense, Leng Ran was his first love.

When did you fall in love with Leng Ran?

Fu Zhao didn't remember much.

He only remembered that one night, he woke up from his sleep, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his pillow was wet.After wiping his face, he raised his eyes and found that the people around him were leaning on their faces and looking at him quietly.

At that time, he had just put Leng Ran into bed not long ago, and the relationship between the two was still in the stage of passion.Fu Zhao was uncomfortable being stared at by this gaze, and frowned and asked him why he was still awake.

Leng Ran lay beside him, didn't answer, but reached out and touched the corner of Fu Zhao's eyes.

You cried, he said.

Leng Ran's voice was small and her movements were light, like a little rabbit.

Fu Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then said forcefully that he just had a nightmare and didn't cry.

Just kidding, how could he lose his position in front of a little lover he raised.

Leng Ran didn't speak, he touched Fu Zhao's eyebrows again, then got into the quilt and wrapped himself into a small rice dumpling.

Just as Fu Zhao closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, he felt a hand gently land on him, patting him repeatedly through the quilt.

The rhythm is gentle, like putting a child to sleep.

Fu Zhao frowned unhappily, what's wrong with this man.

He wanted to speak to stop it, but a sense of drowsiness came over him, and he just lay on his side like this, and fell into a deep sleep.

Every time he dreams about the past, it is always difficult for him to fall asleep again. If he does not use alcohol, he will wake up frequently even if he falls asleep.

But this night, it was extraordinarily peaceful and comfortable.

When he woke up, it was already bright outside. Fu Zhao squinted his eyes and looked at the sleeping person beside him.

Leng Ran still maintained the sleeping posture, curled up into a ball, with one hand still on Fu Zhao's waist, and fell into a deep sleep.

Leng Ran's sleeping face was very beautiful, with slightly pursed lips and drooping slender eyelashes, she was gentle and cute, which made Fu Zhao's heart itch.

Just as he was about to reach out his hand to touch those alluring eyelashes, the man groaned twice, and his body wrapped in the quilt arched towards Fu Zhao.

"Hululululu" came a series of cheerful little purrs.