I don't know if she broke up the plan and became angry. Xiao Fengting sat there with even more chill.

Tang Qing, sitting opposite him, felt the temperature drop sharply in the surrounding air. She held her shawl in her arms, opened her eyes and rang the bell.

She felt that Xiao Fengting's eyes looked at her side, but did not speak. Tang tilted his head and did not look at him.

She really had nothing to say to him. She was weak at the moment, and she didn't want to grow any more branches, but she didn't know what the significance was when she got well.

Her role is just the shield Xiao Fengting used to resist the Xiao family's hostility to Tang Ning. All the concealed arrows were shot at her, so as to ensure the safety of the person behind her. Once, Downing spared no effort to protect her. Now, it's her turn to protect her.

This is her only comfort in this matter.

If you use your own flesh and blood to protect your relatives, there is nothing you are unwilling to do.

Although Xiao Fengting took advantage of it, it was enough for her to turn off her appetite.

The little nurse who received the notice soon ran over. She looked up and saw Xiao Fengting sitting on the side of Tang leaning down to read a book. She walked slowly and was slightly stunned.

"Xiao Ru, help me in my wheelchair." Tang Qing gently called her, "it's cold. I want to go back to my room and have a rest."

At the moment, the sun is not as fierce as usual, and the temperature in the air is several times lower than that.

The little nurse soon regained consciousness and walked forward carefully and helped Tang Qing from the reclining chair to the wheelchair.

When they were doing these things here, Xiao Fengting didn't move. He didn't even give them the rest of her eyes. He sat there in silence, the setting sun on his body, handsome outline, showing a bit of alienated indifference. But in this alienation, there is a trace of Lonely.

The little nurse was a little afraid of him. After a few eyes, she didn't dare to look. She bowed her head and said to Tang Qing in a soft voice: "Miss Tang, I'll take you back to your room."

Don nodded.

They left one by one.

Xiao Fengting sat in place for a while, then put the book in his hand on the tea table, and looked up at the back of Tang Qing not far away.

His eyes were cold and deep, like a piece of ice floating on the sea, but there was still a little emotion leaking out, showing a bit of depression.

Until Tang Qing's back completely disappeared in the line of sight, he slowly and quietly withdrew his sight. He leaned on the chair and sighed gently. His sight fell into the void, not knowing what he was thinking.

He sat there alone until it was almost dark, and then he slowly got up from his chair. As he passed the place where Tang Qing had just sat, he stopped for a moment, looked down at the small plate of cakes on the tea table, and then stretched out his slender white fingers to pick up a small piece of cranberry biscuit that Tang Qing had broken off, and put it into his mouth as he walked I tasted it.

Sour and sweet taste, with a light milk fragrance, is really suitable for girls' dessert, but people like him who lived in black since childhood, still do not adapt to such a sweet taste.

He twists his fingers to the crumbs on his fingertips, waiting for his driver to see him come and open Lincoln's door.