Meng Weixi said: "The body is important."

Su Ying stopped talking and looked at him quietly. She knew that the other party had no words to say. Sure enough, when she spoke again, Meng Weixi said: "Sister Ying was hospitalized twice and she couldn't get along with Xiao Zhao. She is a good girl, very kind. Sometimes she may not understand the worldly ways, but she has no bad intentions. Don't take it to heart. She is still young, so take it slowly."

Su Ying said "yes" and Mr. Meng was a lobbyist herself. She was really proud of her face.

Meng Weixi smiled, "It's my old acquaintance, because I know her."

Su Ying didn't react, leaned against the pillow and said leisurely: "What are you doing at the door? Come in."

Meng Weisi was stunned. As soon as the door opened, Zhao Xiyin lowered her head and stood there depressedly. She apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Teacher Su."

Su Ying was very smart and clear-eyed. When Meng Weixi mentioned Zhao Xiyin, she knew that she must have come. It was really hard for Meng Weixi to be willing to set up a stage with a girl.

Afterwards, Meng Weixi used the excuse to leave the ward and leave the space for the two of them.

It was half an hour later that Zhao Xiyin came out.

Meng Weixi sat on a chair in the corridor and saw her standing up.

Zhao Xiyin was a little surprised, "You haven't left?"

Meng Weixi nodded, "Zhang Yijie has a bad leg, so I'll go see a doctor and I'll wait for him."

Zhao Xiyin believed it and did not tell the truth about the truth in his words.

"How was the conversation with Su Ying?" he asked.

"It's pretty good." Zhao Xiyin smiled knowingly, "I apologized, reflected on myself, and promised not to send mangoes again next time. Later, Teacher Su told me that she likes to eat watermelon."

Meng Weixi also smiled.

Zhao Xiyin raised her head and said sincerely: "Thank you today, I am willing to help me build this thread."

"A small matter." Meng Weixi smiled and stopped, probably because he felt that the thank you were harsh and distant, like a stranger.

Zhao Xiyin was about to leave, but Meng Weixi stopped her, "Where are you going?"

"go home."

"I'll take you there."

Zhao Xiyin seemed not to want to expose his lies just now, and felt a little sad, and then said to him: "Meng Weixi, I'm sorry for misunderstanding you last time."

Zhou Qishen was stabbed by a knife. She originally thought it was him. The two had a big fight on the side of the road. The injury was all about stabbing each other. Zhao Xiyin was worried and confused, but it was all for another man.

Between them, only the old love is left, and there is no past.

Later, he went to Europe and put himself in a busy work, trying to downplay these effects. Later, when he heard the news, the so-called heartache was just repeated.

When we met again, Meng Wei was much calmer, but in fact, there was no greater sorrow than death in his heart, and no greater sorrow than silence. Perhaps for so many years of struggle, he knew that he had no hope of turning things around, but he was still working tirelessly and never woke up again in his dream.

The two walked side by side, and the corridor was very long, with bright lights and a smell of disinfectant water sensation in the air.

The closer the door, Meng Weixi's pace slower, and he couldn't help but ask: "You and Zhou Qishen will make up."

But he spoke straightforwardly, and he had an answer in his heart, but he still didn't give up.

Zhao Xiyin nodded, "Yes."

Both of them stopped talking.

Meng Weixi's breathing was very light and his expression was very light. Standing there, the person became very light. He did not put pressure, protest, fight, and even gave her a look. He fell to a certain place in a deep and empty space.

After a while, he turned his head and said in a faint voice: "Xiaoxi, let's go."

When he reached the steps, Meng Weixi walked forward a little, and even took out the car keys, and the two shiny doubled down. His car stopped not far away. Zhao Xiyin said: "Meng Weixi, I'll go by myself."

Meng Weixi turned his head, without any doubt, "It's too late, I'll give it to you."

Zhao Xiyin shook her head, "It's not too late, there's a subway."

Her intention to avoid suspicion was already very obvious, and she said "Thank you". Every thank you became the only magic weapon to destroy Meng Weixi. His chest hurt and his body shook a little, as if he was stepping on the ground, but a ball of cotton. He fell into it, couldn't stand steadily, and almost fell down.

The cold wind blows on your face, the lonely moon and the stars are silent, tomorrow will be a good weather.

Meng Weixi calmed down his emotions and smiled calmly and gently, "Okay, I won't force you."

The heavy pressure on Zhao Xiyin's shoulder was instantly removed, and her smile was focused, "Then please be careful when driving, goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted two whistles quickly.

The two of them subconsciously looked in the same direction and saw a black Maybach stopping at the intersection at some point. The back seat window slid down, revealing Zhou Qishen's handsome side face. His phoenix eyes were raised up and he looked at Meng Weixi with a smile.

The eyes are connected, and the sword is tense.
Chapter completed!