The man holds his hand, passing the hot temperature, as if it's in his bones.

Luo Zheng was nervous and didn't know how to answer.

Clear the line?

No, she just felt that she should keep a distance so as not to give birth to the wrong delusion!

"You're going to be discharged?"

The girl's evasion did not answer. Bo didn't ask again, but another topic.

Luo Zheng nods, breaks away from the man's palm, holds the bag tightly, eyes turn back and forth, dare not see the man.

I can't guess him. I can't guess him.

Before she went to the top floor, he was clearly angry and didn't want to see himself.

Why did you come here in a flash?

"Just in time, I'll be discharged, too. I'll see you off."

In the future, Luo Zheng imagines all kinds of things, but he did not expect that men are so calm.

In a calm voice, with amazing words.

Luo Zheng's injury is not serious, but his ankle is twisted. Different from Bo Hancheng, he has knife wound and gunshot wound. How can he leave the hospital rashly?

"No way! You can't leave the hospital... "

I still remember that not long ago, Luo Zheng saw with her own eyes that the nurse was changing medicine for the man, and the wound was not fully healed.

Isn't it nonsense to leave the hospital so early?

"Why not?"

The man lightly asks, did not care a bit.

Glancing at the girl with anxiety, he leaned over again, approached her, and smiled softly, "worry about me?"

Luo Zheng was stunned and just nodded: "yes, your injury has not been cured..."

"It doesn't matter. You can't die with this little wound."

Thin cold city wind light cloud light said, as if life and death aside.

"Let's go. Don't delay."

In Luo Zheng's big eyes, the man took her hand and walked out slowly.

Luo Zheng was confused at first, and followed the man behind him. After a while, he realized later. He earnestly advised: "brother Cheng, don't be capricious. If you don't keep the injury now, you will leave a sequela later..."

Shudun, Luo Zheng reached out to open his sleeve, revealing his gauze wrapped wrist, feeling guilty and stabbing: "you are a painter, your hands are very precious. Last time, I asked the doctor that I need to take care of myself for a while. I can't work any more, otherwise It's hard to pick up the brush. "

The face of thin cold city is beautiful, the mist in the eyes is clear and gorgeous, listening to the girl behind, more and more sad tone.

Unknowingly, the full of grumpiness, although not dispersed, fortunately no more.

The word "love" is really a mystery!

It's said that I don't like her any more, but I have been affected again and again.

She said, don't love him, don't love him at all.

However, it's not like you are faking your concern for yourself What's more ridiculous is that her three words and two words of concern can calm her restless heart.

So, how to let her go?

Luo Zheng said again and again. The man did not respond. Looking at them, he went out of the hospital and went to the underground parking garage.

After all, Luo Zheng couldn't help it. She carefully shook off the man's hand and then opened her arms to stop him.

"Bo Hancheng, don't play around with your body, will you?"

When she said this, the girl's chin slightly raised, a little exhaled, and her stareyes flashed with streamers.

"Oh."

Bo Hancheng smiled lightly, but he couldn't see the bottom of his eyes. He looked down at the girl and said, "Luo Zheng, you think you're talking about it for my sake, eh?"

Luo Zheng was stunned. The man's tone was calm and natural, but it was weird.

Biting her lip, her eyelashes trembled, showing some reason. Of course, "yes, I'm thinking of you!"