Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 202 Planning to bring her back?
Yan Xijue stood at the door of the ward for a long time, looking at the people on the bed through the window.

He never wanted to use her in any way, but everything was just right, without giving him any possibility to explain.

That night, Yan Xijue did not leave the ward, and stayed until the next day when she woke up.

Su Anqian looked very pale, looked at the two men in the ward, and remembered the same scene last time, except that there was an extra Ye Ling.

Su Qinchen's hands were inconvenient, so Yan Xijue took over the work, served her nutritious porridge, put the small table on the bed, and sat by the bed himself.

Su An looked at him lightly, without much anger or temper, his eyes faded to illusory, "Aren't you going, don't you need to go to the company?"

Yan Xijue scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew for her. For some reason, he didn't look her in the eye and said: "Not busy."

Actually very busy, Su Qinchen made such a big commotion, the company is very turbulent.

She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. When the porridge reached her lips, she just drank it.

While drinking, he thought about what he said last night, most of which he could remember, but he couldn't tell if it was his own thought or he had already said it to him.

So, after taking two sips, she looked at him, "I'll let my brother take me away, you..."

"I won't stop you." He interrupted her, handed the third spoon, and continued in a low voice under her slightly weak gaze: "The doctor asked you to talk less."

She thought maybe she had said all she wanted to say last night.

For the rest of the time, she didn't speak again, but just kept her eyes down and drank sips.

But I was tired after sitting for a long time. The injured part was under the shoulder, and the heart was on the upper side, and I dared not move half of the upper body.

Yan Xijue fed all the three meals for the whole day, he didn't seem to be busy, he looked calm, he seldom talked, and rarely looked at her.

Su Qinchen packed his things and was about to leave with his injuries. Only she and Yan Xijue were left in the ward.

When it was time for her to fall asleep, Yan Xijue didn't leave, but walked in through the door. He didn't look at her face much all day, and now he just stared straight at her, as if he wanted to spend the rest of the time at her face. Read everything.

With her eyes closed, she seemed to be in a deep sleep, her palm-sized face was as delicate as when she first met her, the slightly paler she was, the more pitiful she was.

He doesn't want to let her go, but there's really no reason to stay any longer.

After going around and going around, it turned out that they still couldn't get together. Was it wrong to meet each other, or did he push this fate to a dead end?

Sitting by the bed, Yan Xijue couldn't help thinking that she would marry someone else, start a family, and have children in the future, the more she thought about it, the more distressed she became.

It is incomparable luck to get back after losing it, but it is the greatest cruelty to get it back and lose it again.It was as if a corner of flesh and blood had been gouged out.

If the last loss was a heart-piercing process, now she, like the slowly healing wound on his body, was torn off slowly, inch by inch, with just the right speed and just the right strength, just enough to be torn apart fiercely Also dull pain.

……

When Su Anqian opened her eyes unconsciously, she met a pair of quiet eyes, looked down at her fixedly, and blinked when she saw her eyes open, and then asked: "Uncomfortable?"

She was quiet for a while, shaking her head slightly, originally intending to close her eyes and continue to sleep, but she didn't close her eyes when he asked her, and gradually woke up.

In the long silence, I heard him ask in a deep voice: "Do you hate me?"

Su Anqian didn't speak, but cast her gaze on the room.

She had persuaded her brother before, but no one could persuade him. There was some anger, but it didn't seem that strong. She understood their respective feelings.

Even, if she really didn't want to be implicated, she could force brother to go back with her, but she didn't.

Isn't she a pusher herself?
So in the end she shook her head slightly, "Go and rest."

Yan Xijue still sat in place.

"Is it possible to come back?" He asked again, not as domineering as before, his voice was soft and slow, faintly, with some hope.

This time she answered quickly, "Never again."

If you come back again, you will inevitably run into him.

Yan Xijue seemed to be nodding his head, but he didn't seem to be moving at all, his eyes were fixed on the edge of the white bed sheet.

"My brother should have bought a ticket for tomorrow." She said flatly.

That sentence made Yan Xijue slightly frowned, and he didn't speak again for a long time.

Until she slowly fell asleep again, he finally got up from the bed and kissed her half-closed eyelids, "Good night." With a low and steady voice, he tucked the corner of the quilt for her, "Have a good sleep Sleep."

She closed her eyes, but looked over at the moment he went out, and met her eyes when he turned to close the door.

He just stood at the door for a while, pursing his thin lips lightly, as if she would never turn around and leave unless she looked away.

From the door to the ward, with a distance of more than ten meters, it seems that they can clearly see themselves reflected in each other's eyes, and the time has become very slow.

There was nothing intense, just looking at each other flatly, and it seemed to arouse some sadness in circles.

They have experienced a lot, and it seems that nothing is left behind. The time of two or three years, like yesterday, is actually so short.

After this glance, everything is probably broken.

Su Anqian finally smiled slightly and closed her eyes.

At that moment, if she continued to stare at him, Yan Xijue almost turned back, once tightened the hand holding the doorknob, then loosened it at last, and closed it.

The silence of the room.

The entire corridor was also empty, only the lonely northern shadow of the man slowly moved away, turned and disappeared.

Instead of going to the bar like two years ago, he drove in an overly calm manner and returned to the place where they used to live together.

Perhaps, this is the precipitation of a 28-year-old man. The deepest things are pressed in his heart, and life still has to go on.

……

Su Qinchen's flight ticket is set at four in the afternoon, so he can pack his things and go to the airport in a leisurely manner, and he will never be late.

From the hospital to the airport, the person under self-blame was extremely cautious, didn't speak much along the way, took care of her meticulously, endured her injuries and hugged her into the car, got off the car, and entered the waiting room.

At that time, Yan Xijue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, looking at the direction of the airport from a distance, and the fog was filled.

Ming Chengyan walked in, looked at his background, "Just give up like this, is it over?"

The man turned around slowly, and said in a flat voice, "It's not over, I have to settle with you, and there will be nothing less."

Ming Chengyan smiled, "Okay." Then he put the documents on his desk and looked at him, "You helped me save Lu Wange from being injured, and I caused Su Anqian to be admitted to the hospital. You should settle the score with me, it should be .”

Regarding this, Yan Xijue twitched his lips, "Planning to bring Lu Wange back?"

Ming Chengyan raised his eyebrows slightly, acquiescing.

His woman has no reason to suffer outside with her stomach upright.

(End of this chapter)