Boundary overstepped

Meng Yulan's operation was a success, and Meng Qingtao was sent back to the ward before he was drunk, and Zhang Zhiyi didn't have much interest in playing the role of a filial son in front of the bed.

When it was almost dawn, Meng Yulan's ward was pushed away.

The man lying on his side on the hospital bed shrunk to one side. This was an extremely insecure sleeping position.His lips were unhealthy white, his face was even bloodless, and his brows were tightly frowned on his handsome face.

The hospital gown hung on him in a bare form. He was so thin that he seemed to have only a handful of bones, and the protruding ribs could be seen through the clothes.

The tall man tiptoed over to the chair and sat in front of the hospital bed. The man was majestic, with a pair of eagle eyes under his sword eyebrows, his face was tough and his features were handsome.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Meng Yulan's head. The person under the big hand writhed uneasily and woke up uneasily.

"woke up?"

Is this Brother Yun's voice?

Meng Yulan climbed up vigilantly, holding the armrest beside the hospital bed in her hand, she felt at ease.

"Did you die? Or did I die?" Meng Qingtao's icy trait was mostly acquired, but most of it came from heredity.

Meng Yulan's eyes were full of indifference, and he squinted at the man beside the bed.

"Alan, I miss you so much." The man's voice trembled with the restraint and forbearance of an adult. He stretched out his hand to touch the person in front of him. When he raised his hand, Meng Yulan opened it viciously.

Meng Yulan gritted his teeth and endured it, but he still couldn't help but let out a dull "hiss" sound from his lips and teeth.

"Alan, don't move, I won't touch you, I won't touch you." The man called Brother Yun lowered his hands and stepped back.

"Go away! I don't want to see you!"

Meng Yulan gritted his teeth this sentence, and said every word like blood in his mouth.

This is a double-edged sword, while stabbing Meng Yulan, it also cut Tao Yun's heart piece by piece.

"Alan, you heard me, I have been looking for you for a long time, there are too many misunderstandings between us, listen to me..."

Tao Yun was like a drowning man who had found a chance of survival. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help holding Meng Yulan's hand in his palm.

Meng Yulan wanted to get rid of it, but he was too weak at this time, and the anesthetic didn't seem to have completely worn off, so he couldn't get rid of the sticky claw at all.

He threw off the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, he wanted to escape from this ward, the air here made him feel suffocated, and the people here made him feel crazy.

He endured the severe pain and stepped on the ground with his bare feet. The damned anesthesia would not be withdrawn halfway. At this time, when the wound was hurting and his body was weak, his legs were weak and he fell forward almost at the same second as he hit the floor. go.

The person he least wanted to see, the person he most wanted to escape from, just sat in front of him, and the man quickly reached out his hands to grab him.

At this time, Meng Yulan was completely imprisoned by this strong man, in the square inch of his chest.

His embrace, his smell, and everything about him are all stimulating Meng Yulan, they are clamoring wildly, fiercely igniting the anger in Meng Yulan's heart.

I hate it!

Meng Yulan hates it so much!

I hate the person in front of me, and I also hate myself for not being able to live up to my expectations.

His tears couldn't help falling down.

"Alan, don't hide from me anymore, I already know, that child...that child..."

"Slap" Meng Yulan slapped the man with all his strength.

"Shut up! I won't allow you to say another word about the child."

Meng Yulan was trembling all over, his face was pale, as fragile as a dying butterfly.

"Okay, I won't say, take your time, don't worry, take a deep breath."

Tao Yun stroked Meng Yulan's back repeatedly, comforting Meng Yulan's emotions.

"Alan, I want to tell you that Dakun has been released from prison. He has had contact with that child two or three months ago. Believe me, I will definitely protect you when I come back this time. Someone I'm here, I'm leaving, I'll see you again in two days."

Tao Yun quickly turned around and jumped out of the window.

Meng Yulan watched the figure of the man disappear into the darkness, and he woke up suddenly, what the hell floor is this on?Why doesn't he go through the door?

He quickly ran to the window sill and looked out, the window was bright, and the man seemed to disappear under the sunlight like a ghost.

Did he come or not?

Meng Yulan's strong will is breaking down point by point. He has had this kind of nightmare too many times. What is reality and what is illusion?

Meng Yulan fell to the ground, and he was sobbing on the ground.

The strength of the strong support was defeated, and the clamor of the voice was exhausted, after all, it was no match for that person's gentle "I miss you"

When Meng Qingtao dialed the phone, the beeping tone was longer than usual, "Hello, little uncle, what ward are you in?" Zhang Zhiyi's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone. He seemed to be sleeping. Meng Qingtao asked, "Are you in the hospital?" Ward?"

"No, I'm home. Uncle is in ward 502, just a little bit at a right angle to the elevator on the fifth floor." Zhang Zhiyi's voice came out of the cold receiver, without any emotion.

Meng Qingtao was a little angry: "Zhang Zhiyi, my father was lying in the hospital because of you, and you dare to go home and sleep?"

"Hey, Xiao Tao, what did you say, kid? How do you know that it wasn't your Lao Meng who caused the trouble? After all, he is a lunatic, and his mental illness needs to be cured, you know? I was beaten up, this time I..."

Zhang Zhiyi had a good tongue, and Meng Qingtao didn't intend to mess with him, so he resolutely cut off the phone.

"502..." Meng Qingtao was looking for a ward as Zhang Zhiyi said, and he froze when he opened the ward.

He saw Meng Yulan lying on the ground, and he quickly ran towards Lao Meng, saying as he ran, "Lao Meng, what's wrong with you? Why are you lying on the ground?"

"Hiss, woo, woo, woo," was the sound of sobbing, why did Lao Meng cry so sadly?

"Old Meng, what's wrong with you, don't scare me." Meng Qingtao threw the bag aside, instead of throwing it on the chair, it fell over the chair and fell to the ground. "Padong" was the sound of the bag falling to the floor.

"I miss him so much..." Meng Yulan murmured to herself, her voice as small as a mosquito.

Meng Qingtao wanted to hug Meng Yulan back to the bed, but was hugged by Meng Yulan.

"I miss him so much..." Meng Yulan lay on Meng Qingtao's shoulder and cried like a child.

"I know, I miss her too." Meng Qingtao thought that Meng Yulan was talking about the dead Qin Qing. This was not the first time this had happened, it had happened before.

But it was the first time he had seen Meng Yulan like today. Meng Yulan was like an ancient temple that had been strong for many years. It was in disrepair, corrupt and collapsed.

For some reason, Meng Qingtao had the feeling that Meng Yulan wanted to die and leave him.

No, Lao Meng's mood came suddenly. Meng Qingtao took a serious sniff of Meng Qingtao's body. In addition to the smell of disinfectant, there was also a faint citrus smell. Why is this smell so familiar?

Citrus and fresh woody smell, this is the smell of those perfumes collected by Lao Meng, it seems to be called a craftsman artist?

No, this fragrance is mixed with a smell that seems to have been tanned by the sun, which belongs to a man's breath.

Damn, someone was in this room just now, and it was a man.

The appearance of Lao Meng crying so heartbroken is too suspicious.

"Old Meng, do you have a dog outside?" Meng Qingtao pushed Meng Yulan away, squinted his big almond eyes, looked at him sadly and asked, "Old Meng, have you been raped by the little wolf dog? Or the little wolf dog?" ? Why are you crying so sad?"

Meng Yulan finally regained some sanity after her son's repeated questions.

"Meng Qingtao, kneel down! Why are you talking to your father?" Meng Yulan's nose was red from crying, and she didn't have the majesty of a parent at all, and her soft voice seemed a bit coquettish.

"Go, go, get up quickly, you're in your forties and you're still crying like this, don't be ashamed." Meng Qingtao hugged Lao Meng up.

"Attention, I'm 39, 39, not forty or so! Fucking Zhang Zhiyi, it's not for him. I don't need to be cut like this." Meng Yulan was already in a cold sweat just lying on the hospital bed. .

His fair face was still stained with tears, and he was as delicate as sister Lin. Meng Qingtao was really worried that he would die like this.

"Lie down, don't move around, and don't scold me if you have some good luck."

"You are my son, don't think that I don't know that you scolded that grandson." Meng Yulan put a pillow on his back and looked at Meng Qingtao with blinking eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. Although I came to see you a few hours late, it's because I know that even if I came a few hours earlier, I could only be in a hurry. Who knew Zhang Zhiyi, a grandson, would go back to sleep peacefully. , You bastard, tell me what happened today?." After Meng Qingtao finished speaking, he turned and walked into the bathroom with a towel.

This is a double ward, and Meng Yulan is the only injured patient at this time, which is equivalent to occupying a VIP ward.

"This shit was scolded by old man Tian from the canteen downstairs, right? You went to buy wine from him? I don't think it's as simple as being a few hours late, right?" With crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes, Meng Yulan's baby face is full of bad water.

Meng Yulan went on to say: "You chased him? He gave up his life to save you, and you still promise him?" He closed his eyes and waited for Meng Qingtao to serve him. Erlang legs, flicking the calf is the same as a cat flicking its tail.

"Old Meng, sometimes I really suspect that if you are fucking crazy, then this fucking world is crazy, and you belong to Conan, right? Letting you be a security guard is really reckless!" Meng Qingtao wiped Meng Yulan's face skillfully, and he looked like a skilled craftsman who had done it countless times.

"Tao Tao, don't change the subject. Just remember that behavior below the neck was forbidden before. If you really can't help it, remember to wear a condom." Meng Yulan turned around naturally and asked Meng Qingtao to shave his back.