After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Ye Rong quietly watched Fu Wenyuan outside his ward for several days, watching his body recover slowly and his spirit gradually improve.

Except for not remembering himself, he is still the same proud, dignified, calm and indifferent Mr. Fu as before.

How cruel, Ye Rong will never forget him, he will only be pressed on the flesh and blood again and again like a red iron, which is painful and unforgettable, but when he turns around, he will forget Ye Rong who finally learned to love.

Ye Rong asked Xie Shan if Fu Wenyuan would still remember him, even if he didn't need to think too much, as long as he remembered Ye Rong and allowed him to approach and say a few words.

What Xie Shan answered was the doctor's judgment. The operation of the brain is an extremely complicated process, and the pathology of amnesia is unpredictable. Maybe he will remember everything tomorrow, or he may never remember it.

Fu Wenyuan is also an eccentric person. Xie Shan said that he has been with Fu Wenyuan for many years, and he has never seen him approach anyone other than Ye Rong. It is basically impossible to get along with him as a stranger.

He is like an isolated island, he will only accept his own seabird to land, but sadly, even that lonely island has sunk now.

The more Ye Rong knew about Fu Wenyuan's preferential treatment to him in the past, the more disappointed he was that he couldn't ask for it now.

He, the unlucky guy who was chosen by nature, desperately put all the luck in the first half of his life on meeting Fu Wenyuan. He thought it would be an exception in his sloppy life, but he didn't expect that God would still spare no effort to fool him.

Ye Rong was worried about this, and didn't even notice that Ye Sheng would throw away the flowers and fruit baskets that someone sent every day.

Until he accidentally woke up that day, Xu Jue, who was at the door early in the morning, happened to be blocking the bouquet of flowers and carrying the fruit basket.

Xu Jue was handsome and tidy as usual, but there was a faint bruise under his eyes that made him look a bit haggard, and his arms were already in good shape, so it was no problem to lift his hands.

Xu Jue didn't seem to have expected to see Ye Rong so soon, he was strongly blocked by Ye Sheng countless times, and he had no hope of meeting Ye Rong, but he just wanted to give it a try unwillingly.

He didn't expect to run into the person in front of him so unexpectedly.

Before he came, he thought of countless words, like sincerely apologizing to Ye Rong, begging him to forgive, telling him that he would never hurt him again, and so on.

But when he really saw someone, he panicked and forgot everything, only remembering that he abandoned Ye Rong and escaped alone, guilt and shame welled up in his heart, at the end he could only avoid asking abruptly: "Are you okay?"

Ye Rong also felt strange, never thought that they would be able to get along with each other calmly without hysteria, resentment and mockery.

He pointed to the chair outside the corridor and motioned to talk there. He didn't dare to let Xu Jue into the ward, for fear that Ye Sheng would see him when he came back, and Xu Jue would be murdered if he didn't run in time.

Ye Rong took out his mobile phone and quickly typed a line of words and held it up to show him: I'm fine, it's just that I have a problem with my throat and I can't speak for the time being.

Xu Jue's throat tightened unconsciously, as if it was his own that was broken, and it took him a long time to force out a sentence, "It will get better, don't worry."

Ye Rong nodded, glanced at him sideways, and bowed his head to type as if knowing what he was thinking, "I told you, you don't have to feel guilty, we've settled the matter, whether it's before or this time, it's all about me. The decision I make is my own responsibility and has nothing to do with you."

Xu Jue looked at those few lines of words, and said with a wry smile: "It has nothing to do with me..." He loosened his palm holding the bouquet, hugged it into his arms, and asked dryly, "Ye Rong, I want to ask , We...really, is it really impossible?"

Ye Rong was stunned, picking at the edge of the phone and frowning as he thought, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

He didn't expect such humble words to come from the mouth of Xu Jue, who once clamored and never bowed his head. There would be a day when a man full of thorns would stop hurting himself and others.

In the awkward silence, there was a click, and the door of the ward not far away opened, and a tall and handsome man in a hospital gown came out and leaned against the door frame.

He glanced at Ye Rong first, the dusty memory showed no signs of loosening, and he was still unfamiliar with Ye Rong, but when his eyes fell on Xu Jue like alms again, especially when he saw the expression bag in Xu Jue's arms. During the endless summer of love, the whole person somehow became mean and bitter.

He turned his eyes around them and then looked back, and said coldly: "Noisy."

After speaking, he closed the door heavily, deeply expressing his impatience after being disturbed.

Ye Rong was shocked by the loud noise, and the expression on his face seemed to be covered with a long-lasting haze.

Xu Jue, however, seemed to be awakened by the sound, looked at Fu Wenyuan's tightly closed door, then turned his head to look at Ye Rong, who was looking pale, and asked cautiously, "Is he..."

Ye Rong put away his mobile phone, lowered his eyes as if unwilling to answer, waved his hand to let Xu Jue leave on his own, and slowly returned to the ward in his wheelchair.

[The author has something to say: Fu Wenyuan: I don’t know why, but it’s annoying]