The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Cong Lie took the list in his hand, "I want to make sure you won't delay your normal work."

Yunji scratched his earlobe a little speechlessly.

He felt that Cong Lie really valued his work.

In fact, he was also a little relieved, which showed that Cong Lie was at least satisfied with their cooperative relationship.

Out of sight out of mind.

After Yunji waited for the infusion needle to be inserted, she covered herself with a quilt and went to sleep.

As for where Cong Lie is going and doing, it has nothing to do with him.

Cong Lie stood in the corridor outside the ward, still looking at the somewhat irregular ECG report in his hand.

What was in my mind was the face that was flushed with fever gathered in the car.

At that time, his pale hands were weakly pressing on his stomach, and he kept swallowing hard, his frowning seemed to be unable to relax anymore.

Cong Lie called him several times, but Yunji didn't respond, but pushed him away in resistance.

That hand was wet and cold, like melting ice, which made him panic.

When he entered the hospital with Yunji in his arms, Cong Lie strode to find the emergency room among various signs, his heart was burning like he was going to be burnt into a handful of ashes if he didn't hurry up.

At that time, he didn't care about anything, Liang Chao chased after him all the way, "Mask, hat! Brother!"

He was startled suddenly, only to realize how light the weight of the gathering in his arms was.

Cong Lie has never hugged anyone else, but he always feels that an adult should not be so flirtatious.

It seems that it is really just a cloud that cannot be hugged.

He lowered the brim of his hat somewhat annoyed.

What are you doing?

When Yunji asked him, he still felt that the question was inexplicable, but now he doesn't know the answer.

It's just a fever.

He himself has a fever and drinks more hot water, and he doesn't even need to take medicine.

Is the rich second generation more expensive?

Didn't he have a stomachache from drinking himself?Why didn't he say he had a stomachache and come to the hospital earlier?

And hadn't he been waiting for Yunji to get bored?

Those confessions regardless of time and place, tireless obsession, drunken sweet talk.

Isn't he completely unable to appreciate the gathering of rich second generations?

But why did he feel so uncomfortable when he couldn't see him?

Until now, the feeling of the heart beating madly in the chest has not completely subsided, and the roar of blood still seems to echo in the ears.

Cong Lie stood outside the door of the ward, looking at the faintly undulating back on the bed through the glass window.

very thin.

On the half-exposed back, you can even vaguely see the shoulder blades covered by the shirt.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if looking into a layer of blurred water.

Yunji stood in front of the mirror in the cloakroom, trying on a cotton shirt.

His waist was narrowed by the smoking pants, so thin that he could easily hold it with one hand.

After looking at the full-length mirror before and after, he asked, "Do I look better in gray or brown?"

Cong Lie wanted to look up and take a closer look, but he heard his own voice answering: "They all look good."

Yunji stood beside the mirror silently.

His side face was very thin, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

He soon cheered up again, "Are you free tonight? It's rare that you have time to go home. I learned how to make dumplings, and I've prepared all the fillings."

"It's more convenient to go out to eat, why spend so much effort? It's rare that you have time to rest."

Although it sounded considerate, Cong Lie never felt that his voice was so indifferent.

"Really, Cong Lie, I know you're cool, but young people, don't be so disappointing. Can you make dumplings? It's very simple." Yunji ran over, as if wanting to hold his hand.

He can.

"will not."

"Then I'll teach you?" Yunji's soft and warm fingers seemed to be attached to the back of his hand, "Did we never cook together?"

The voice of the phone call said, "Liang Chao, help me book Wellington Restaurant for tonight."

That's a Michelin star famous for its grilled steaks.

Yunji was quiet for a while, and said in a low voice, "Going out to eat...is pretty good, and we haven't gone out together for a long time."

Cong Lie pressed his temple and shook his head vigorously, and the inexplicable scene dissipated.

What happened at the wonton shop this morning seems to have become far away, but the noisy human voices are surprisingly clear.

The clerk was recommending their shop's signature soup base to Yunji, "This tomato beef is delicious, don't you want to try it?"

Yunji replied politely: "Thank you, clear soup is fine, I don't like beef very much."

Cong Lie leaned against the wall of the hospital and didn't move for a long time.

As time passed by, Cong Lie opened the mailbox on his mobile phone and slowly entered a name in the recipient column.

"Mr. C".

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The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, today's point is too short, I know, I will make up for it tomorrow——————

Cong Xiaogou is just such a master, there is no such thing as Bai Yueguang, don't worry~

感谢在2022-05-1718:23:20~2022-05-1815:35:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 22360849, 1 Tanhen;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：炭烤魔鬼鱼30瓶；秦多20瓶；Ikykily10瓶；檀痕8瓶；549859362瓶；众妙oswin1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!