Chapter 453 Her Proactive Approach (3)

Song Qingchun felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and his nose began to feel a little sore.

She firmly grasped the water glass in her palm and stood silently.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but he actually felt that the girl looked as if she had lost her beloved toy, feeling extremely lost and depressed.

He had been trying hard to love her deeply all his life and never thought of making her sad. Looking at her like this, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and take the water glass and pills from her hand.

Just as he raised his hand an inch, she suddenly raised her head, with a natural expression on her fair face. She smiled crookedly at him, and said easily and naturally: "Goodbye."

Su Zhinian's slightly raised hand was frozen in mid-air. He nodded lightly at her, and she turned around and walked to the bedside table. She gently put down the pills and water glass, then took them to the seat next to her. bag and walked towards the door.

When she was about to walk in front of him, an impulse emerged in his heart. He wanted to grab her arm, pull her into his arms, hug her tightly, and then say to her, Will you stay with me?

But he couldn't, he could only watch her, walking past his eyes little by little. He could only pinch his palms desperately and improve his rationality to fight against his sensibility.

He just stood quietly at the door of the bedroom, with the most indifferent attitude, listening to her footsteps as she left, gradually from upstairs to downstairs, and then to the door of the house.

Just the moment she opened the door, the sound of cars came from the courtyard, and then he heard the conversation between her and Dr. Xia.

"Miss Song, are you leaving?"

"Well, I have something to do and I have to leave."

"How is Mr. Su?"

"A little bit of a low-grade fever."

"Then I'll go upstairs and give him another intravenous injection. You walk slowly."

"goodbye."

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Song Qingchun watched Dr. Xia go up to the second floor before reaching out to close the door.

When the door was halfway closed, the corner of her eye glanced at the shelf at the entrance, which was filled with various takeaway chopsticks.

Song Qingchun frowned slightly, and then stopped closing the door. She raised her head and glanced at the second floor first, then walked lightly and walked into Su Zhinian's villa again, facing his Walk to the restaurant.

His restaurant is very clean, and there are several unopened takeout boxes on the table. It seems that he ordered takeout today and hasn't eaten it yet.

Song Qingchun walked past the dining table with a look of disgust and opened the refrigerator door. It was empty. Except for a few bottles of water and milk, there was nothing. In the freezer, there were only three ice creams. She once lived in him. When I was here, I forgot to eat after buying it.

Song Qingchun was stunned for half a minute, then turned around and opened the kitchen door. As she expected, the furnishings inside were exactly the same as before she left. In other words, in the past few months, Su Zhinian's home had not changed at all. There was no fire!

In other words, for so many days, whenever he ate at home, it was all takeout.

Song Qingchun couldn't help but frown, and then she thought of the scar on his abdomen, and her heart began to hurt.

How did he get here these days? Could it be that when he was most seriously injured, he relied on takeaway food to support him?