The lights have been turned off in the inpatient department.

There was only a little white light from the nurse standing in the distance.

Jian Qing's whole body stiffened and slowly raised her head.

Lu Huaiyu stood in the backlight, half of his face hidden in the shadow, half bright and half vague, and his black hair fell to his forehead, revealing only the narrow bridge of his nose and fine jawline.

The dark eyes were deep, and when she met her, she couldn't see the emotions in her pupils. She pursed her thin lips, as if she was a little unhappy.

His eyes fell on her face, and Lu Huaiyu frowned and saw the red marks on her side. In fact, it was so faint that it could not be seen clearly, but it still pierced his eyes.

He bowed his back, leaned towards her, reached out and gently put his hand on her face, rubbed his fingertips gently and gently.

"Who called it?"

His tone was cold, as if she had to come to the door as long as she said the person's name.

“…”

Jian Qing stared at him in a daze, stroked the palm of her cheeks and was warm and dry.

a long time.

She came to her senses, and didn't know where the grievance suddenly came from, and suddenly burst out.

Jian Qing hugged the standing man, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed against his abdomen, sobbing softly.

At first, I just sobbed quietly.

As I got to the back, I felt like I couldn't stop my grievances, surging in my internal organs, my emotions reached my head, and tears kept falling.

She is obviously not a crying person.

Obviously, when you are alone, you can tolerate everything.

I don’t know why, but after meeting Lu Huaiyu, I always cry.

Lu Huaiyu stood there, lowering his head, only to see her black hair, like a wounded little beast, curled up in a ball, sobbing, pitiful and helpless.

Every depressing whimper was like a needle pricking his heart.

His hands paused in the air, fearing that they would disturb her, and then touched her back and gently soothe her.

Lu Huaiyu was facing a window of the hospital. The transparent glass reflected his face, cold and gloomy.

The little girl he held in his heart was bullied.

Jian Qing cried for a long time.

It was so long that it made a large amount of water stains wet with tears in his shirt and clothes.

She raised her head up out of breath. In order to meet her parents, Jian Qing put on light makeup during the day, and now she was crying and her face was full of traces.

Lu Huaiyu sat down on the chair next to her, afraid that his hands would be dirty, so he pulled out his tie and helped her wipe her face like a tissue.

"Have you cried enough?" he asked.

“…”

Jian Qing didn't dare to look at his eyes, turned his head and said "yes" dumbly.

Seeing that she stopped crying, Lu Huaiyu ran out of patience, pinched her chin and straightened it, and met his eyes.

"What did I tell you before," he asked lightly: "It's been so long since the white teacher?"

“…”

"I just let it go before, but this time I've made a fortune and I still know how to lie to me."

His voice was cold and he was really unhappy.

Jian Qing was pinched by him and raised her face and fell into his dark eyes.

"I was wrong." She said dullly.

Lu Huaiyu chuckled, "I always recognize you very quickly, and I haven't seen you change it."

"I didn't teach you how to be tired. Mianmian knew that she was bullied outside and wanted to come back to find me. Where are you?"

“…”

This is the first time Jian Qing has heard his scolding.

Before, Lu Huaiyu always spoke to her in a whisper, whispering warmly.

She stared at him in a daze, her lips stuttering twice, "I just don't want to worry you."

"I'm even more worried about you like this." Lu Huaiyu met her eyes, and she was wet, and she didn't know how to vent her when she was angry.

He reached out and pressed the person into his arms, "I'll be angry when I see you."

Caught out of control, Jian Qing hit the man's chest, wide and warm, and only saw the buttons of his shirt.

The little girl in her arms was a small group, as if she was confused by him, and she said in a daze that she did not dare to say anything.

I only knew to hug his waist carefully, and my little hands grabbed his clothes back and forth, as if I was silently pleased.

"Give you another chance and think about how you want to talk to me." Lu Huaiyu's voice was serious and strict, "starting from the daytime phone call."

“…”

Jian Qing slowly raised her head and met his eyes again.

When you are in a taxi during the day.

——"What are you doing?" he asked.

Jian Qing reorganized the language, spoke word by word, and spoke slowly, like a child who was learning to speak.

——"I was in a taxi and Jian Hongzhe had a car accident. I want to rush back to Yu City to meet him."

"Why didn't you say that?" he continued.

Jian Qing opened her mouth and whispered: "I'm afraid it will affect your surgery."

Lu Huaiyu remained silent.

a long time.

"Jian Qing, my success rate of surgery is 99%.

Jian Qing was stunned, wondering why he suddenly said this.

"I have a great surgery, so you don't have to think it will affect me."

"Even if it really affects it, I'm not the only one who can do the surgery."

“…”

Lu Huaiyu looked down at her and asked in a deep voice: "Do you understand?"

"I understand..." Jian Qing grabbed the tie that was kneaded into a ball in her hand.

"Okay. Then keep going." He supported his elbows on the back of the chair, as if he was in no hurry at all.

"When I call you tonight, why don't you tell me?"

Jian Qing was silent for a long time before he spoke slowly, "I don't want you to see what I look like at home."

She has worked very hard and has a straight back.

But Chen Yan and Jian Hongzhe were unable to get rid of them.

Even at the legal level, she has no right to cut off the father-daughter relationship with Jian Hongzhe. There is no means or clause to admit that children can cut off the parent-child relationship with parents who are related to blood.

Just like today, even though Jian Hongzhe is terrible, she will still take out the money and save his life.

Because she was very scared, she would live like Jian Hongzhe and become inhumane.

But these things were something she didn't want to expose.

Although she tried very hard to hide, she hid the inferiority deep in her heart.

"I think my family is too bad." Jian Qing said softly.

Word by word, fall into the cool moonlight.

Lu Huaiyu stared at her, her eyes were red and she sobbed slightly.

It is difficult for a person to get rid of the influence of his original family, which is inevitable for social animals.

Constrained by childhood experiences, the poor raising man made Jian Qing grow into a very typical alienated attachment type.

She habitually avoided and hid her emotions.

Difficult to trust others.

Indifferent.

It is precisely because he is very clear about her problems that he feels particularly distressed.

Lu Huaiyu pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly and sighed.

never mind.
To be continued...