Although it is impossible to completely deny the possibility that Yemo said, Song Tiantian still believes in his first instinct, Luo Yan, is a friend worthy of deep friendship.

"Mr. Night, since you know that your woman may be tempted, why don't you care? Yes, now girls like my husband, after all, my husband is mature and stable, domineering and leaky, evil and crazy, with a superior IQ, a graceful demeanor and very charming, a British drama chic Yushu in the wind, rich and coarse and good, you be careful, don't let your woman be abducted by my husband, it is irresponsible to abduct him! ”

Yemo's face darkened, "Song Tiantian, can you have a face?" ”

How can anyone boast about her husband like this?

Song Tiantian snorted, "Don't." ”

Night Ink: "......"

Song Tiantian purely wanted to make Yemo angry, she glanced at him coldly, and said with disgust, "Luo Yan found a man like you, and his brain must have been in the paste!" ”

"Song Tilt!"

Yemo grabbed her wrist, forced her into a corner, and raised his hand to pinch her neck, "Don't think that you are the eldest brother's woman, I won't dare to touch you!" ”

"I want to see, how dare you touch me?" Song tilted his chin proudly.

The look of the empty eyes is exactly the same as Tang Jingyun.

"Damn it!" Yemo gritted his teeth and shook off his hand.

Song Tiantian couldn't help but feel happy when he saw him deflated, but he was still a little scared after he was happy.

I have to say that Yemo's angry appearance is really terrifying, with a pair of eyes full of heavy anger, giving people the feeling of depression and suffocation before the storm.

I really don't know, how can Luo Yan stand it when he faces such an irascible man every day?

Thinking of Luo Yan, Song Tiantian locked his eyes on the operating room again......

*

Tang Jingyun came back from a blood transfusion, his face was pale, and Song Tiantian learned from the doctor that he donated 600 milliliters of blood to Luo Yan, while the value of blood donated by normal people is in the number of 200 milliliters to 400 milliliters.

Song Tiantian was very distressed and apologetic.

"I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you and Luo Yan wouldn't be like this."

Tang Jingyun didn't say anything, just took her into his arms and hugged her body tightly, like hugging a lost treasure.

What mood did he have to reproach her now?

The sea of red fire still lingered in his mind.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had gone a few minutes late.

Yemo on the side couldn't see the lingering love between the two, he was very depressed, he bypassed them without saying a word, walked to the smoking area, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.

"What is the relationship between Yemo and Luo Yan? Neither of them will tell me, will you say? Song tilted around Tang Jingyun's waist, raised his head, blinked his eyes, and his face was full of curiosity.

"No."

"Why?"

Song Tiantian didn't understand, why even Tang Jingyun was hiding it from her, could it be that there was some ulterior secret between Yemo and Luo Yan?

"Sweetened?"

"What?"

"Give me some sweetness, and I'll tell you."

“……”

Song Tiantian glanced at him speechlessly

She stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck, and imprinted a kiss on his lips.

"Is it enough?"

Tang Jingyun was quite helpless, she couldn't help but underestimate his appetite too much.

"Let's talk about it quickly, especially about the things between you and Luo Yan, listening to Yemo, there seems to be a bit of a story between you and Luo Yan."