The president regretted after the poor little left

"Grandpa Si gave you a long vacation. During this time, you don't have to think about going back. You can recuperate at ease."

Su Yu sat on the chair, smiled and looked at An Luo who was lying on the hospital bed.

An Luo narrowed his eyes, and said politely and distantly, "Thank you, Mr. Su."

He was sent to the hospital by Su Yu, and all the procedures were handled by Su Yu. Su Yu also knew about his injuries. As an adult, it is not difficult to guess what caused it. Luo felt a little ashamed.

Su Yu gave people the feeling of being gentle and refined, with the dignity of a famous family in his bones, he said, "Don't be so polite to me, not to mention that I am still pursuing you now, even if we are not lovers, we are still friends, right?"

An Luo said, "Mr. Su was joking, I'm just a servant."

"There is no such thing as being inferior to others. Stewarding is just your profession, and you can make a living on it."

Su Yu's words will never make people feel depressing, his conversation is elegant, and his superiority outside will not be used on An Luo.

An Luo didn't speak, but lowered his head silently.

Su Yu was trying to find some more topics, when suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open, he looked back and saw a well-dressed man walking in.

Feng Yixiao had a signature smirk on his face, but when he glanced at Su Yu from the corner of his eye, his eyes couldn't hide the chill.

He didn't give Su Yu a single glance, and strode directly towards the hospital bed, sat on the edge of the bed unceremoniously, raised his hand to rub An Luo's face affectionately, and teased, "You can't help but Toss, just like this, you will be admitted to the hospital?"

An Luo dodged his movements, but in Su Yu's eyes, this movement was like a small fight between lovers.

Su Yu's displeasure fell into Feng Yixiao's eyes, the effect he wanted was achieved, he turned his head to look at Su Yu, his casual attitude didn't take Su Yu seriously at all, he touched An Luo , pointing at Su Yu and asked, "Is this your... bed partner?"

An Luo couldn't bear it anymore, he whispered, "Feng Yixiao, you are almost enough!"

The corners of Su Yu's eyes moved slightly. Even someone with a good temper would be angered by Feng Yixiao. The purpose of Feng Yixiao's visit is obvious, that is to declare his sovereignty!

Su Yu smiled lightly, "It turned out to be Mr. Feng. Your name is like a thunderbolt, and it has already spread to the country."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Feng Yixiao doesn't have a good reputation. The Feng family has been abroad all these years, but they are related to the Si family after all, and some things are known in China. The adopted son of the Feng family is polite, modest, and has extraordinary business acumen.

But this eldest son is different, ignorant, insidious, narrow-minded, vengeful, mixed with some dubious cats and dogs, eats both men and women, has countless lovers around him, and is famous in the Feng family. It's not as good as an adopted child. To put it bluntly, it's a piece of trash!

He looked up and down Feng Yixiao contemptuously, "It turns out that Mr. Feng has seen countless people, people who regard Fengyue place as their home..."

As soon as he changed his voice, he glanced at Feng Yixiao somewhere maliciously, "So that's the technique."

Although he didn't witness An Luo's injury with his own eyes, but the person who took the medicine described it, and the stunned young man who had never prescribed a few times of meat only knew how to bow his head and act recklessly. It was hard to imagine that such a situation would appear in this On Feng Yixiao, a romantic prodigal son.

Feng Yixiao's hand on his lap tightened unconsciously, the feeling of being known by outsiders is really terrible.

The smile on his face did not decrease by half, and he said, "This is not right. It depends on the charm of personality. Some people don't sleep well even if they put on a good face?"

After the words fell, the expression on Su Yu's face suddenly froze.

An Luo looked at Feng Yixiao coldly, "Are you finished?"

He didn't want anyone to show off his kind of thing as a trophy.

Feng Yixiao looked at him, his mouth moved silently, "Endless!"

Su Yu gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Yixiao. In front of An Luo, he tried his best not to let himself do anything. He forced a smile and said, "Luo Luo, I'll come see you tomorrow."

An Luo nodded uninterestedly, and Su Yu got up to leave.

After Su Yu left, Feng Yixiao also took off his disguise. He squeezed An Luo's jaw, forcing An Luo to look up at him, and said viciously, "You're fucking cool!"

Although he had never heard of Su Yu's name, he looked like a dog, and he was a son of a noble family.

An Luo looked at him coldly, "Let go."

Feng Yixiao laughed back angrily, "What's the matter? Now you don't even want to call Second Young Master?"

An Luo said, "I'm currently asking for leave. I'm not a servant of the Si family. I don't need to take a vacation and I have to work overtime." There is no need to call you the second young master.

Feng Yixiao, "..." This seems to make some sense...

He let go of his hand helplessly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth.

An Luo's faintly disgusted voice came from behind, "Smoking is prohibited in the hospital."

Feng Yixiao couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily, "You fucking leave me alone!"

An Luo actually hates the smell of smoke very much. As long as Si Jinhan doesn't come back in the old house, no one smokes. Now that he lives in a courtyard, second-hand smoke is unavoidable.

He frowned deeply, and the word displeasure almost hung on his face. Even though his back was turned to him, Feng Yixiao could still feel An Luo's plaintiveness. He extinguished the butt of a cigarette annoyed after just two puffs.

He didn't come here today to sulk, he said, "An Luo, stay with me for a while."

Saying this is quite humiliating. With An Luo's temperament, he will definitely not agree, and he may even get angry with him. He has already thought about how to persuade An Luo before he came. Hard foam is also good, anyway...

"How long will I be with you?"

Feng Yixiao was taken aback by An Luo's words, he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Feng Yixiao replied, "It won't be long, I will get tired of playing with you soon."

He won't stay in Yicheng for too long, and he has to go abroad. He has a lot of things to take care of when he is abroad.

He returned to China this time with only two purposes, one was to witness the chaos of the Si family with his own eyes, and the other was for An Luo...

An Luo's calm attitude made him a little anxious, and he said, "That man just now is not a good thing."

An Luo glanced at him sideways, and retorted, "Do you think everyone is like you?"

Feng Yixiao choked on these words for a while, he was so angry that he said angrily, "Then he chased you, why didn't you stay with him?"

Curse him around the corner?Is that shit Su Yu a good person?He has seen a lot of people like this, pretending to be a dog on the surface, and playing around behind the scenes more than anyone else.

Being born in a wealthy family, they are destined to have more than others. Such things as superiority have been engraved in their bones since birth.

An Luo ignored his anger and said, "I'm waiting for someone, someone I've liked for a long time."

These words hurt Feng Yixiao even more than the previous sentence.

Feng Yixiao couldn't even get angry this time, he pursed his lips and looked deeply at An Luo.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he felt a little sour and weak, as if he was about to lift off the layer of flannelette on his long-awaited treasure, but saw another person's name engraved on the body of the treasure. It felt extremely uncomfortable, as if an invisible hand had grabbed my heart.

His lips moved, and it took him a long time to recover his voice. He said in a strange way, "Damn, there is one in my heart, and another hanging outside. Your feelings are so fucking rich."

An Luo was too lazy to argue with him, and didn't pay him a single glance.

Feng Yixiao lifted off the quilt and reached out to take off the loose hospital gown and trousers on An Luo's body.

An Luo was startled, his heart turned cold, "Are you going to do it again?"

Feng Yixiao gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Do I look like such a beast?!"

An Luo didn't speak, but his eyes clearly agreed with this sentence.

Feng Yixiao suppressed his bad temper, and said viciously, "I just want to see how you are hurt. I don't want to give you what you want!"

Taking off his pants, seeing the injury that he couldn't bear to look at directly, all the anger in Feng Yixiao's mind disappeared for a while.

It turned out that An Luo's body was shaking at that time because of the pain...

He couldn't bear to look any further, so he hurriedly helped An Luo put on his trousers, sat on the edge of the bed, looked straight at An Luo, said sorry for a long time, but couldn't say it.

After a long time, he asked dryly, "Who is so miserable and is missed by you, a cold-blooded guy?"

An Luo pulled up the quilt wearily, covered his whole body under the quilt, and said sullenly, "A very miserable person."

What kind of answer is this?

Feng Yixiao felt a little unwilling to hear the name, but he couldn't bear to keep asking, as if he cared a lot.

He had no choice but to continue to say in a strange way, "Then you should think about it secretly. That person has had such a miserable life. Wouldn't it be even worse to be liked by a guy like you?"

He didn't want An Luo to lie quietly like this at all. Every word he said was stimulating An Luo, hoping that An Luo would get up and quarrel with him, so as to gain a little bit of popularity from the living, instead of just doing nothing. Everything is taciturn, making him unable to see through.

The person on the bed was quiet for a long time before uttering a word, and responded, "Okay."

This made Feng Yixiao feel even more uncomfortable. An Luo looked like he was going to sleep, and it seemed like he would be shameless if he continued to stay, so he reluctantly got up and left.

An Luo huddled under the quilt, took out the small pendant from under the pillow and held it in the palm of his hand, carefully traced the edges and corners with his fingertips, his eyes were deep.

If he said Feng Yixiao's name directly, it would probably make Feng Yixiao so disgusted that he couldn't eat for several days...

Thinking of this, the eye sockets can't help but feel a little sour.

Since that day, Su Yu would come to the hospital every day to talk with An Luo. An Luo responded politely, but he kept looking forward to that person with bad personality to come to see him again, but since that day, that person Never showed up at the hospital again...