She thought it was Dusty who sent her home, after which he went to the hospital.

Jiang Fengxing said: "Don't drink so much when you go out with men in the future, be careful of being taken advantage of." Look at Sheng Sheng, Zhen Ming has never let her drink outside, just because she is afraid that something will happen. ”

The reason why he insisted on taking Song Zhiyue away that day was that one of those people was famous and played with women very fiercely, and he was afraid that something would happen.

Song Zhiyue muttered in a low voice: "I'm in a bad mood." ”

Jiang Fengxing raised his eyebrows: "Tell my brother, why are you in a bad mood?" ”

"I didn't go home for two days." Song Zhiyue

Jiang Fengxing glanced at her: "Don't tell me that you are empty, lonely and cold, and you are in a bad mood because of this, so you borrow wine to kill your sorrows." ”

"You're cold!" Song Zhiyue really couldn't understand how men's thoughts were sometimes so strange, "Liang Weirong was injured, and he was with Liang Weirong in the hospital." ”

Jiang Fengxing's eyes swept at her strangely: "Who told you?" ”

Hearing that his tone was wrong, she asked, "Do you know?" ”

Jiang Fengxing thought that Liang Weirong was also injured and was in a ward where Wen Mei lived, and the misunderstanding must have started here.

"He was in the hospital for two nights not because of Liang Weirong, but because his mother was hospitalized, and he stayed in the hospital to accompany his mother."

Song Zhiyue was stunned: "sick?" ”

"It's not that I'm sick, it's that I had a quarrel with Liang Weirong, and the two rolled down the stairs and went to the hospital together."

It turned out that this was the case, and she thought that he was accompanying Liang Weirong in the hospital.

I was depressed for several days in a row, but I finally got better.

She asked, "How is Mrs. Feng?" Is the injury serious? ”

"I fell on my leg, and nothing else."

A car passed by the side just now, and Jiang Fengxing was startled, so when he talked to Song Zhiyue, he didn't dare to be distracted anymore, his hands grasped the steering wheel, and his eyes stared straight at the road ahead.

Thinking of the photo she received that day, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, unlocked it, and enlarged the photo to Jiang Fengxing.

"So what's going on?"

Jiang Fengxing glanced at it quickly: "Who sent it to you?" ”

Song Zhiyue shook his head: "I don't know, it's an unfamiliar number." ”

Jiang Fengxing said: "I don't know about this, you should go back to meet him." ”

He wasn't there that day, and specific things like this have to be asked to the person concerned.

Jiang Fengxing sent her home, she guessed that Feng Chen should also go to the hospital today, so she simply cooked a bowl of noodles.

As soon as he was halfway through eating, Feng Dust returned.

She looked at the man at the entrance and said, "I didn't know you would come back, you wait a minute, I'll cook noodles for you." ”

With that, she went into the kitchen.

She eats her own noodles with only green vegetables and mixed with chili peppers and vinegar.

When cooking noodles for Feng Chen, she deliberately fried two eggs and put chopped green onions.

When it was ready, she walked out of the kitchen with the noodle bowl.

Feng Chen leaned back on the sofa, resting tiredly.

Hearing her come out of the kitchen, she slowly opened her eyes.

She placed the bowl in front of him, took the bowl and continued to eat the sticky dough after a few bites.

"Throw that bowl out of your hand." The sound of sealing dust sounded, and the sound quality was a little hoarse.

Song Zhiyue paused and said, "It's okay, you can still eat." ”

Feng Chen took the bowl directly from her hand and emptied her bowl of noodles into the garbage basket.

Song Zhiyue was stunned for a moment, and then pouted aggrievedly: "I haven't eaten yet." ”