Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

It was morning when she woke up. She looked out the window at the dazzling city lights and the pitch-black sky. Her mind faltered for a moment as she felt something cool and wet on her lips. She subconsciously took a bite, and it tasted like sweet watermelon.

He came back to his senses and met Shen Si's eyes.

He forked another piece of honeydew melon and fed it to her mouth. His face was clear and his eyes were very dark. When he saw her eat it, his hand holding the fork relaxed slightly.

The ward was suddenly opened, and someone outside brought in a folding bed, set it up, nodded to Shen Si, and left the ward.

The bed looked to be about one meter wide. A man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall would feel cramped just thinking about sleeping on such a bed.

But Wen Ling knew that even if she persuaded him, he would not go back.

Shen Si still spoke very little. He slept too much during the day and couldn't sleep at night.

The curtains in the ward were drawn and the lights were off, leaving only the light from Wen Ling's cell phone. She looked in the direction of Shen Si, but it was pitch black and she could not see anything.

He turned down the brightness of his phone to the lowest and turned off the media volume. He played a few games first, but the phone still couldn't sleep, so he picked up the phone and found a movie. Just as the movie started, the phone rang suddenly. Wen Ling's heart trembled in surprise. He glanced in the direction of Shen Si and quickly turned off the volume.

The caller ID showed Ye Xuhe. Wen Ling raised her hand to hang up the phone, and Shen Si's voice followed.

"A Ling, it's too late. Your body still needs to recover. If you have anything to do, you can deal with it tomorrow."

Shen Si's voice was always cold and gentle.

The sound didn't sound like she had just woken him up, but that he hadn't slept yet.

Wen Ling put the phone down and muffledly said "OK".

Lying on the folding bed, I looked at the dimming light opposite me, and my sour and depressed heart finally felt relieved a lot.

In just a few hours, he experienced the full extent of what it meant to see enemies everywhere.

He was like a peeping tortoise in the dark. Every expression of hers that showed relief and joy would make him wonder if the person on the other side of the phone was Ye Xuhe.

It was not until Wen Ling fell asleep peacefully that Shen Si's nerves slowly relaxed. The hesitant fatigue gradually came over him, and he fell asleep as well.

Shen Si basically stayed by her side for the next two days. She could have been discharged from the hospital in two days, but Ms. Duan Fan and Shen Si both wanted her to stay in the hospital for one more day for observation.

In the afternoon, Duan Songming came as soon as Shen Si left for school matters.

During the short few days she was in the hospital, her small ward was always staffed. Wei Yu and Zhou Rongzhuo also came once, but Zhou Rongzhuo seemed to be in a bad mood.

Wen Ling, who knew the inside story, naturally understood that it was related to Ji Yao.

"Come on, ancestor, open your mouth, ah! Eat."

Duan Songming scooped a spoonful of soup and fed it to Wen Ling's mouth. Wen Ling snatched the spoon and bowl from his hands.

"I just asked you to bring me food, why are you being so sarcastic?"

After taking a sip of soup, Wen Ling looked up and glanced at him.

Duan Songming curled his lips, "I'm just jealous. Look at how you've been sick these past few days. There's never been a lack of people serving you tea and water. You're almost becoming a patriarch."

"I, your brother, had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius at the time. I came to the hospital alone to get an IV drip. There was no one to take care of me. Only my aunt called me to show her concern."

Wen Ling was speechless. After talking for a long time, he still resented her for giving him a caring phone call when he had a fever of 40 degrees.

She raised her hand and slapped him on the arm, "A grown man who holds grudges too much will never find a wife."

Duan Songming snorted twice and stopped talking.

"Wen Ling?"

A strange male voice sounded, Duan Songming looked up, and his alertness instantly rose.

He is a man, and a decent-looking man at that.

"Senior."

The person who came was Ye Xuhe.

"How did you know I was here?"

Wen Ling frowned.

Ye Xuhe's heart tightened, and his slightly questioning tone lacked the gentleness and the faint affection that he usually had when talking to him.

The Adam's apple rolled and the voice was a little hoarse.

"My friend who works at the hospital here said he saw you here."

After that, the room fell silent. He wanted to ask why she had suddenly returned home. Although they had never agreed to return home together, he thought it was a tacit understanding between them.

"You haven't answered your phone these past few days, and I heard from a friend that you were in the hospital. I was very worried, so I came here."

Ye Xuhe's voice sounded a little helpless.

The concern expressed in those words instantly set off an alarm in Duan Songming's heart, and he picked up his phone to send a message to Shen Si.

[There is a dog man who wants to rob your house, come quickly! ! ! ]

Wen Ling read the message completely because of his completely unconcealed behavior.

Duan Songming put away his phone awkwardly and smiled at Wen Ling.

Wen Ling glared at him and then spoke to Ye Xuhe.

"Thank you for the trouble, Senior. It's just a mild concussion. I'll be discharged tomorrow."

There was no explanation for not answering calls or replying messages.

Ye Xuhe felt a little blocked in his heart. He opened his lips and closed them again, then forced a smile.

"It's okay."

"Ahem, this is my sister's classmate, right? My sister needs to rest now, so I can't take you out. Please forgive me."

Wen Ling pinched him as he tried to drive him away in a sarcastic tone, and Duan Songming glared at her with a fake smile.

Ye Xuhe's face looked a little ugly and he clenched his fists.

"Then I'll leave first."

He raised his eyes to look at Wen Ling, "You should have a good rest."

Ye Xuhe left the ward just as Shen Si arrived.

The two of them happened to meet each other the moment the elevator opened.

Ye Xuhe didn't know Shen Si, so they just glanced at each other and then looked away, but Shen Si's heart was shocked.

Wen Ling's words, which sounded gentle but were like the sharpest knife in the world, kept circling in his ears.

[Like is the most unreasonable thing.]

So if you liked something in your previous life, you will still like it in this life. If you didn’t like something in your previous life, you still won’t be able to like it in this life, right?

When Shen Si arrived at the ward, Duan Songming was chatting with Wen Ling about Ye Xuhe.

Wen Ling drank her soup absentmindedly. Annoyed by the nagging, she scratched her ears and looked up to see Shen Si walking in.

Shen Si sat down on the stool on the other side of the bed, and Duan Songming patted his clothes and stood up.

"I left when your fiancé came. Do you know how much money I lost taking care of you for so long?"

The brother and sister glared at each other, and Duan Songming closed the door of the ward and left.

Shen Si's brows were gloomy, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

"Don't read the message my brother sent you. There's nothing going on between Ye Xuhe and me."

Shen Si licked his lower lip, his voice a little dry.

"Ah Ling."

"Ok?"