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Undoubtedly, Song Cheng missed the dinner appointment that night.

In fact, I didn't faint for a long time. I woke up when I was packed to the hospital for a full set of examinations, but I was so weak that I couldn't speak.The results of several items have not yet come out. I don't want to occupy the already tense single ward, and I feel very repulsed by the hospital. I lean on Song Cheng's shoulder and say, "I want to go home."

He touched my forehead and said softly: "I'm not at ease, shall we stay in the hospital for observation for a few days?"

After a long illness, I became a good doctor. I felt that there was nothing serious about it. After the severe dizziness passed, I regained my energy: "Don't think about it. Wu Mian has taken care of me for so long, and I have already found out if there is any problem."

Song Cheng caressed my back one after another. He rarely showed such a blunt expression of worry. He looked at me with a bit of bitterness in his indulgent eyes: "Junyan...it's okay. It's okay."

He repeated several times that he was fine, but he didn't know who he was comforting.

The ward is probably a gray memory shared by the two of us. I mentioned it again and wanted to go back to rest, but Song Cheng didn't force it and asked the driver to take us back to our residence.

On the way back, he still frowned, as if communicating with the hospital on his mobile phone.I know Song Cheng's worry, but it's just a bit of nosebleed. In the past three years, I've been sick too many times, no matter how tense my nerves are, my nerves are numb. stunned.

With a broken car on the verge of being scrapped, you can't expect it to be new and sound everywhere, there will definitely be parts that don't fit together.

Looking out of the car window in boredom, I suddenly found that there were a little snowflakes in the sky.No matter how tired he was after all the tossing and tossing before, he couldn't help being a little happy at the moment, and turned to Song Cheng and said, "Look, it's snowing!"

Song Cheng carefully observed the direction of my finger, and a gentle smile appeared on his always gloomy face: "The first snow of this year fell really early."

"It's not too early, New Year's Day is less than a month away, and now there are Christmas decorations everywhere." I saw passers-by holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, and said with a smile, "Time flies, I will be 27 after this year .”

After saying this, I was taken aback for a while.

City S is obviously a big city, but because I spent most of my time in treatment, the three years I spent there felt a bit like "there is no armor in the mountains, and the cold is so cold that I don't know the year".

I'm almost 27 years old, and it seems like I've done a lot these years, and it seems like I've accomplished nothing.

Song Cheng stretched out his arms and hugged me, breathing softly behind my ear: "Junyan, spend New Year's Eve with my family this year, okay?"

I trembled all over, a burst of ice slowly permeated from the inside of my body, and the deep bones began to ache again.The memory left by that place in Jincheng is really not good, and his mother, cousin and father who didn't show up make me feel inaccessible.

Song Cheng obviously knew about this, he hugged my arm and tightened it tightly: "Don't be afraid, I won't treat you like that again."

Seeing that I didn't answer, he let out a long sigh, and rarely put his head behind my back as a show of weakness and said, "Forget it, I won't force you, let me hug you for a while... only when I hug you, I feel you be mine."

I am nobody's, I say silently.

Song Cheng was silent for a while, then suddenly murmured: "You...it's really hard. Sometimes you're too obedient, and sometimes you have to be mischievous. I'm not happy to be coaxed, and I finally made up my mind to be cruel to you, and you are so pitiful. How could anyone have the heart to do it at the right time? I'm about to be tortured to death by you."

He spoke in a vague manner, but I had a ghost in my heart, wondering if this was a warning.I can't see his expression in this posture, so I can't help but feel guilty: "I don't understand."

"It's nothing complicated." Song Cheng said softly, "Jun Yan, will you leave me without looking back?"

Hearing his tone seemed to be purely expressive, I thought about what I did recently in my mind.Lu Jingfan's plan is secretive, and I am more careful when implementing it, and I don't even meet with key personnel too much, unless Songcheng arranges someone to monitor me all the time, it should not arouse suspicion.

Thinking of this, I calmed down a bit, and deliberately changed the subject, so I raised his hand to my chest: "You have already marked me, how could I escape."

Song Cheng's breath paused, he let me face him, and looked at me: "Are you really not leaving?"

The brow bone cast a deep shadow in front of his eyes, his facial features were distinct, and he was extremely handsome and tough.The corners of Song Cheng's mouth were slightly raised, which was the curvature of a standard smile, but those gentle eyes were full of sadness.

I lowered my eyes, untied my scarf and took off my coat in silence, but he stopped me with his hand.

He smiled at me: "Junyan, I'd rather you be angry with me in your heart, in that case I'd rather let you beat me until you get angry."

Song Cheng stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.I was waiting for the second half of his sentence, and my mind drifted to the front again, thinking that fortunately there is a partition between me and the driver, and I don't know how the sound insulation effect is.

He let out a breath.

That tone seemed to come out of his heart, obviously light and floating, but it sounded extremely sad and sad, and immediately weighed heavily on my heart.

"When you fainted, my mind went blank." Song Cheng pointed to his heart, "Junyan, it doesn't matter whether you love me or not, it's okay to hate me, as long as you are well. Not over."

I was stunned, and his tone was calm: "Before I didn't delegate power to you, I was more or less trying to make you obedient. Thinking about it now...it doesn't make any sense. Tomorrow we will go and take the thing on your chest, Mingde's." I will let Ye Zhifan hand over the matter to you, on the premise that you don't overdraw your body for work."

"What is this..." I forcefully raised a smile, looked away, and said incoherently, "Don't make it so scary, do I have a terminal illness and have reached the point of hospice care?"

Song Cheng held my face in his hands, his fingers were warm and dry, with a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

"Look at me." He said, "Toshihiko, look at me."

I lowered my eyes to the first button of his suit shirt.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Cheng asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"I don't think you can understand it." I was still staring at the button, and said something that I thought was absurd, "It's not like you're going to die, don't think about it, it's good to get along like this now..."

Once an easy-going person becomes stubborn, it becomes extremely difficult, Song Cheng insisted: "I don't think so. Junyan, please look at me, is that okay?"

I heard the faint tough attitude in his words, and slowly raised my eyes to meet his gaze, expressing my reluctance and reluctance on my face.Song Cheng's gaze was gentle and focused. He stared at me for a long time, and suddenly raised his lips to reveal a smile.

I could see that Song Cheng felt joy from the bottom of his heart, and there was an uncontrollable smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.When I was full of doubts, I heard him say softly:

"Jun Yan, I seem to know how to love you."

Songcheng's actions were quick, and the core decision-making power of Mingde Media was finally handed over to me.The transition period of power is not easy and pleasant, especially for Ye Zhifan, it is almost equivalent to giving away his own things to others.

I didn't rush to take care of everything, but attached great importance to Ye Zhifan as I did to Tang Mo back then, and hoped that he would find a balance as soon as possible.Despite being suppressed by the big Buddha in Songcheng, he didn't dare to cause trouble for me on purpose, but whether his subordinates are sincere and responsible for their work has greatly affected his ability to play.

Fortunately, Ye Zhifan was smart enough, at least for this period of time, his work efficiency was as high as ever.

The matter of Mingde made me breathe a sigh of relief, but the time after leaving the company seemed particularly difficult.Song Cheng is still considerate and gentle, his attitude towards me is the same as before, but...he has become more and more normal.

And this is where I can't stand it.

Ever since Song Cheng and I met, our relationship has been full of lies, hypocrisy, mutual temptation and different ideas, and we knew each other to stage this farce with each other.In the eyes of others, our relationship can be called sick, but this distorted relationship has lasted for too long, so long that I have become unrecognizable and have forgotten the definition of normal.

However, only because of an insignificant illness, Song Cheng left his track.

He no longer inquired about my thoughts, no longer hid his thoughts, only showed an incomprehensible smiling face, no longer knew my whereabouts well, and instead asked me where I was going.

Song Cheng no longer looks like a high-ranking manipulator, he has become an ordinary person with emotions.

He would bring a plate of cut fruit, but hold the plate high and refuse to pass it to me, asking me to kiss him or praise him.Once he said while chopping vegetables, "If you are not the person who eats, I really can't get interested in cooking a table of dishes"-Song Cheng would also complain, and this incident made me lose my mind for a long time.

When I was still dealing with work late at night, he clearly released a signal of dissatisfaction, and even frowned at me: "I will be angry if you do this again."

I didn't take it seriously.I know better than anyone how good-tempered Song Cheng is, or how gentle and considerate the "Song Cheng" he pretends to be.But when I walked into the bedroom and found that he was going to turn his back on me, and he was actually venting, I was completely dumbfounded.

I stammered an apology to him, racked my brains to come up with some clichéd sweet words, finally Song Cheng turned over and sat up, and kissed my face almost pamperingly.

He smiled with brows and eyes crooked, and then suddenly sighed: "Junyan, this is the first time you coax me, please talk more."

The nameplate on the chest was removed, and the scars from the nipple piercing began to heal.Whenever Song Cheng leaned over to kiss my chest, I would tremble all over and my heart would throb.

I am used to standing on the stage set up by Song Cheng, being forced or voluntarily playing the role of the puppet in his hand, patiently waiting for the moment when he relaxes, and then stabbing the knife out.

We are meant to be, we shall be, I have written the script for revenge!

Song Cheng can't love me like this...so normally.

I was terrified.