Happy. After love, Song Tiantian caught a cold.

In the early hours of the morning, I developed a high fever that reached 39 degrees.

Tang Jingyun was so anxious that she called a doctor to reduce her fever, and after tossing for most of the night, she barely showed signs of fever.

He stood out the bedroom door in annoyance, smoking a cigarette, remembering the extravagant demands he had made to her at night, and he only regretted it in his heart.

He took a few puffs of his cigarette, then snuffed out the cigarette butt and wanted to go to the room to accompany her, but before he moved away, a dark shadow approached him anxiously.

"Cousin, what's wrong with Tilt?"

In the middle of the night, there was a lot of movement in Tang Jingyun's room, but Mrs. Qin kept stopping Qin Lang and didn't allow him to come over, so until now, he didn't know what was going on.

"I have a fever."

"How so? Isn't it still good during the day? ”

Hearing that Song Tian had a fever, Qin Lang couldn't hold it back and was about to rush into the room, but Tang Jingyun quietly blocked his way.

"Cousin, I just want to go in and have a look at the tilt, but it's not okay?"

"What qualifications do you have?" Tang Jingyun unceremoniously cut off the last trace of thought in Qin Lang's heart, "The moment you choose Song Anqi, she is not yours, put away your concern, she doesn't need it!" ”

Qin Lang's body was stunned, and his steps stiffened in place.

Tang Jingyun was right, the moment he chose Song Anqi, Song Tiantian was no longer his.

He closed his eyes, his mind suddenly returning to four years ago.

At Song Anqi's birthday party, he knelt on one knee and proposed to Song Anqi, and Song Tiantian stood behind him in ignorance and asked, 'Is he the person who was last night?' ’

At that time, she must have been full of anticipation.

But he extinguished all her hopes with his own hands.

How helpless should she be at that time?

Through the unclosed door, Qin Lang saw a small group of figures curled up on the bed, and the thin and emaciated figure was very distressed.

Qin Lang insisted on going in to see Song Tiantian.

Tang Jingyun snorted coldly, grabbed him by the collar, pushed him against the wall, clenched his fists, and directly punched him.

This punch was very powerful, and there was no mercy on his subordinates, Qin Lang's face was beaten away, and traces of blood were left along the corners of his lips.

Qin Lang raised his thumb and senselessly wiped the blood on his lower lip, and his eyes flashed with a heavy gloom.

"What if I say, I have to go in?"

Qin Lang knew that according to Tang Jingyun's temper, everything was good to say according to his words, if he had to disobey him, he would definitely have to pay the price.

But sometimes once you have an obsession in your heart, you will know that there is a dead end ahead, and you will move forward.

"Then you just try, you can't get in?"

*

Song Tiantian was woken up by the movement at the door.

She was very confused in the high fever, and she struggled to fall asleep, but the movement at the door was too loud, and it pulled her back from her sleep.

She haphazardly pulled out the needle stuck in the back of her hand, put on a pair of slippers, and walked towards the door with a vague step.

It took all the strength she had left to open the door.

Outside the door, there was chaos, and Song Tiantian's eyes widened, but the image in front of him was still very blurry.

In the haze, I saw two men fighting together.

They all seemed to be injured, and the red on the white shirt was particularly dazzling in Song Tiantian's eyes.

She froze in her thoughts, froze in the doorway, and opened her lips, but she didn't make a sound.