Huo Chengyun naturally saw Shen Yijia, his face changed slightly, and soon recovered his composure: "Shen Shao, haven't seen you for a long time."

Shen Yijia put a deep pressure on the bottom of her eyes, and pulled the corner of her lips: "long time no see."

Joan keenly felt the desire to talk between the two: "sister Yun, I'll go up first and call at any time."

Huo Chengyun nodded, "OK."

Joan nodded with Shen Yijia again and went straight into the elevator with her lunch box.

Shen Yijia took two steps forward and stood two or three steps in front of Huo Chengyun. She looked at her cold face against the light blue suit, and her heart suddenly became astringent.

I still remember that she was also a beautiful girl.

Smiling like spring flowers in March, people's hearts are filled with joy and satisfaction.

Now it is still that delicate face, or that pair of autumn water pupils, but it has been added too much noise by these years.

Especially for him, it was alienation after extreme calm and politeness.

Now she was looking at him. Even holding the corners of her lips, she was still as cold as ice.

"Shen Shao, I don't know what to say or what not to say."

"You say."

Huo Chengyun distinguishes a bit of indifference from his tone and purses her lips slightly: "the matter between us has passed. I just hope you can leave a glimmer of vitality between Joan and ah Cheng, let them develop freely, and don't impose interference."

She was silent and added coolness: "do you want to continue the gratitude and resentment of the previous generation to them?"

Shen Yijia's heart stagnated. In her burning eyes, she slightly lowered her eyes and hid, explaining: "our family's attitude towards their relationship is by no means to stop, otherwise we won't allow Huo Chengzhou to come to the door during the new year."

It can be seen with the naked eye that Huo Chengyun's face has changed, and Shen Yijia's tone is a little slow: "as for whether the two of them can achieve positive results, it depends on their fate."

Huo Chengyun nodded, "OK."

She raised her wrist and looked at her watch: "I have something to do. Let's go first."

She raised her hand just so that the white medical tape on the back of her hand appeared in front of her. Shen Yijia's heart stagnated and raised her hand to hold her wrist: "sick?"

The man's tone was particularly urgent. A touch of warmth came from the palm of her wrist. Huo Chengyun was stunned for a moment, and the little things they had been together flashed in his mind.

Her eyes were soft, she struggled a little, and the cold voice said, "it's all right."

Aware of her resistance, Shen Yijia loosened her hand and stepped back: "sorry."

"Yes." Huo Chengyun nodded slightly and walked forward. The figure with a straight back soon disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

The hand that touched her wrist clenched slightly, and Shen Yijia sighed long.

Just now she said, "the matter between us has passed...", so she really doesn't care at all.

……

In the ward.

Qiao'an and Ling Yi have arranged the table. She picked up her chopsticks and handed them over: "eat first. Don't wait for my brother. He may have to wait a while."

"Wait." Ling Yi said, "I'm not in a hurry."

Joanne smiled: "good."

Ling Yi put the chopsticks at hand and asked, "I can leave the hospital tomorrow. I'll go back to China in two days. What about you? Will you go back with us?"

Joan was silent, playing with her chopsticks for a moment and said, "I don't know. It depends. My work has not been completed."

In fact, she seems to be running away.