Chapter 570

On the other hand, after Yan Shiqi and the man leave the ward, he meets a man on the garden path outside the inpatient department.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the early winter night was full of cold waves, accompanied by the gradually lowered haze, and even the street lamps beside the path showed a bit of hazy frost color.

There are not many people on this road.

Occasionally, I can see the family members who come back from the restaurant and rush to the inpatient department.

Yan Shiqi's hand is held in the palm of a man's hand and carried in the pocket of his coat.

Just around the corner of the inpatient department, the footsteps coming from the front collided with them.

The path is not spacious enough. It's the only way to the parking lot.

She just wanted to get out of the way. Under the lamp fog above her head, even the lady's familiar cheek came into view.

Four eyes opposite, is a throbbing silence.

Even the lady is still holding a lunch box in her hand. Looking at the direction she is going, it should be on the side of the parking lot.

When she saw the inkstone, she suddenly became mean, but she forbeared because of the man beside her.

Yan Shiqi's eyes calmly looked at Ms. Lian and the lunch box in her hand.

Recalling Wen Zhiyuan's injured knees, he probably came to the hospital to deliver meals in the evening.

She smile, generous, hook the man's fingertips gently pinch, looking at him, said faintly: "go, a little cold."

From the bottom of my heart, inkstone seven don't want to spend more time with Ms. Lian.

Wen Zhiyuan's existence, like a thorn that can't be pulled out, lies in the deepest part of his heart.

Before the dust settles, even greetings seem meaningless.

When the man beside her heard that she was cold, he raised his arms and hugged her. Their figures were reflected on the ground by the light curtain, reflecting a deep and firm love.

Even when the lady looked at them, she still stood in the middle of the path, tightening her hand holding the lunch box, and casually sarcastically said to her, "I've raised you for so many years, and I don't know how to shout when I see you?"

Maybe it's a habit. Lian Bixiu always shows her most harsh side when facing inkstone Shiqi.

Inkstone when seven fall on the ground line of sight, because of her words and slowly raised.

She fixed her eyebrows on Shanglian's scornful eyes and shook her head and laughed.

Scorn?

What qualifications does she have?

"Fourth brother, you go to the hot car first." Inkstone seven don't want to let the man into their confrontation, simply excuse him to leave first.

The man glanced at Ms. Lian. His handsome figure was cold and deep. He unbuttoned his windbreaker, ignored Shiqi's refusal, and draped his jacket over her shoulder. "Don't talk too long. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Mm-hmm, I know. You can go there quickly."

Inkstone when seven eyes hot to urge him, such a cold day, he is only wearing a thin shirt, walking in the line of sight of the figure, in her eyes to drop a thick ink color.

Ms. Lian looked at the scene coldly and saw that Qin Baiyu's figure had merged into the night near the parking lot. She said sarcastically, "Oh, Yan Shiqi, I've really raised a white eyed wolf these years.

If you eat mine and use mine, you are not polite to me. You even bite me back at the Wen family. You are really promising! "

Obviously, she is still worried about what happened to the Wen family.

It's a pity that Ms. Lian's tone has no influence on her.

Yan Shiqi raised his hand to close the man's windbreaker, and looked slightly at the lunch box in Ms. Lian's hand, "I don't deserve the word white eyed wolf.

If you have time to satirize me here, it's better to teach Wen Zhiyuan. After all, you love her so much. I don't see how much she respects you.

That day at Wen's house, she cried and refused to go home with you. Do you remember? "