Lin Jiangxia looked at Sui Yimeng with wide eyes.
Somehow, his smile seemed sarcastic.
"When are you leaving?"
Sui Yimeng took a deep breath, calmed his mood and looked up slightly: "I booked a ticket two days later."
Lin Jiangxia was silent and didn't know what to say.
She wanted him to stay, but she didn't know how to keep him.
My heart is full of guilt for him, and I can't find a way to make up for it.
"Before I leave, I still hope you can treat me to a big meal alone." Sui Yimeng stared at her and said word by word: "I know that Xia Xia doesn't want to separate from Zhan beiheng for a minute, but... It's just a meal time..."
Lin Jiangxia didn't promise immediately. On the contrary, there was some hesitation between his eyebrows.
"Maybe we'll never meet again in the future." Sui Yimeng stared at Lin Jiangxia with bright eyes: "this is the last dinner worthy of the name."
The emotional excitement made Sui Yimeng's voice sound a little changed.
"Yes." She clenched her pink fist and finally promised, "I'll arrange it when I go back."
"I hope you don't forget."
"How?" Lin Jiangxia smiled awkwardly: "don't worry, I'll find the best restaurant in the city to see you off."
Sui Yimeng outlined the corners of his mouth, and the bottom of his eyes showed a touch of longing: "that's really expected."
In Lin Jiang's summer sense, Sui Yimeng seems to be somewhat different from before.
But what's the difference? She can't tell. It's a very subtle taste. It can only be tasted carefully, but it can't be described.
Two footsteps came from outside the ward.
When Lin Jiangxia couldn't wait to lift her eyes, she saw Zhan beiheng who was approached by Mou wanleisure.
There was a touch of excitement between his eyebrows. He almost wanted to jump out of the hospital bed immediately: "brother Zhan, you're coming!"
Joy is beyond words.
Sui Yimeng saw it clearly, his face was slightly cold, and slowly got up: "I think I should go too. I won't disturb you."
Then he turned around and passed Zhan beiheng. Even though he knew he couldn't see him, he still bowed politely and respectfully, and immediately continued to walk away.
Mou Wan helped Zhan beiheng sit down beside the hospital bed.
He turned his head and watched Sui Yimeng's back disappear at the door of the ward. He bit his lower lip, turned and ran out quickly. He caught up with him at almost the corner of the corridor.
"Please stay."
Sui Yimeng stood still, turned his head and stared at Mou Wanqian, with a trace of banter on his mouth.
"What can I do for you?"
After considering for a moment, Mu Wan slightly raised his chin and said contemptuously, "your name is sui Yimeng, right?"
"Yes, psychotherapist." He is emphasizing his career.
"I think you seem to like sister Xia."
To get straight to the point, Sui Yimeng was embarrassed. He should have been calm, but he seemed at a loss here.
Even subconsciously avoided Mou Wanxian's eyes and said, "no, Xia Xia is my patient, we are just..."
"Don't hide it from me." Mou wanleisure interrupted Sui Yimeng and pinched his chin: "you can't escape my golden eyes. Look at your expression towards sister Xia Xia, I knew you must like her."
The words had been so clear that Sui Yimeng felt there was no need to hide them.
Relieved, he smiled, shook his head and said, "when did you see it? That's great. "
"It's nothing." Mu Wanqian shrugged and said, "you can only say that you are too unable to hide your mind. I saw it in front of the villa that night. "
Sui Yimeng sighed, and a touch of sadness appeared on his cheek.
He turned and faced the porch window. In the evening, the sunset fell obliquely on his cheek.
His originally blue eyes set off a touch of strangeness.
"Feelings are often the most complex. I'm clearly the world's top psychotherapist, but I can't cover up the feelings in my heart without defects." Once he didn't believe it, but now he believes it.
When you fall in love with someone, you can easily feel that infatuation.
"I think you'd better give up." Mu Wanqian embraced her arms in a cold tone.
"What?" Sui Yi Meng's side eyes fixed on Mou Wanqian, and his eyes were not good.
Mou wanleisure stood side by side in front of the window with him, slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at the sunset outside: "I'm crazy about the president once." Then he tilted his head slightly, and a longing smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "he is the most perfect man I've ever seen. I don't think I'll meet anyone better than him for the rest of my life. But... "His face darkened again:" it's a pity that there is only one woman in his heart. That woman is Lin Jiangxia. "
The tone is decisive and can't be questioned at all.
Sui Yimeng's eyes widened and his pupils contracted tightly.
Mu Wanqian breathed a long sigh: "so I took the initiative to hide that feeling. At least in this way, I can stay with the president and take care of him occasionally. You know what? If I let the president know what I think of him, he will drive me away without mercy. "
"I think if you like it, you should pursue it. How can you know that Zhan beiheng will not fall in love with you? "
"Some things don't need to be verified at all. It's just like the truth. It's right there." Mou wanleisure said, staring at Sui Yimeng and said, "Zhan beiheng only has sister Xia, and so does sister Xia. No matter what you do, you can never change sister Xia's mind. "
"I don't believe it. It's man-made."
Mou Wan frowned: "you're really stubborn. I'm doing it for you. If you continue to pester sister Xia without knowing what's right or wrong, you will come to a very miserable end."
There is a little threat in the tone.
Sui Yimeng was not afraid, but kept a gentle smile: "isn't there a poem called being a ghost under the peony? I think it's common to die for love. Since death is not worth mentioning, what's the significance of the so-called "very tragic end."
Mou Wanxian was surprised that this guy with deep blue pupils should have such a tendon.
"What do you want to do?" She seemed to be interested in him. She pinched her chin and reflected Sui Yimeng's melancholy cheeks in her clear eyes.
"How to do..." Sui Yimeng, with a deep voice and frowning, seemed to be thinking deeply: "I haven't thought about how to do it, but I don't want to give up like this. Miss Mou, do you think I'm worse than Zhan beiheng? "
"Compared with other men, you are really excellent. You are tall, tall and handsome. But if you have to compare with the president, I'm sorry. I can only say that you are very poor. " Mu Wanxian tells the truth.
"I can't even compare with a blind man?"
"No match." Mu Wanyu was resolute.