The two of them were stunned for a moment, but when Zhou Yu reacted again, Song Jingyu had already walked out of the room.

"Jingyu, please listen to my explanation, it's not what you think!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yu wanted to catch up, but Fang Yuan grabbed his arm tightly. He clenched his fists and roughly pulled her away from him, "Get out!"

"Zhou Yu! If you chase me out today, don't come back again!" Fang Yuan burst into tears, and every word she uttered was filled with threats.

But now Zhou Yu couldn't care so much anymore, he staggered after him and ran downstairs. Song Jingyu had already started the car. He ran to the intersection and tried to stop it, but the car had already sped away.

That night, Song Jingyu slept very uneasily, having nightmares again and again, and woke up before seven o'clock.

There are so many worries in my mind that even my dreams become depressing.

There were more than a dozen unread messages on her phone, all sent by Zhou Yu, and Song Jingyu was too lazy to click on them.

It's nothing more than some apologies that moved me and promises made to ghosts. Even if they were told to themselves, I'm afraid they wouldn't believe them.

Song Jingyu stretched out tiredly, and her eyes fell on the bank card on the bedside. It was for Zhou Fursheng, but he returned it, which was regarded as rejecting her.

But Song Jingyu hates people who flatter her the most.

The more Zhou Fusheng refused, the stronger her desire to win became.

When it was time to get off work, Song Jingyu arrived at the hospital where Zhou Fursheng worked. At this time, Zhou Fursheng was still busy, so she could only sit in the corridor and wait quietly.

Sitting next to her was a little boy of about ten years old, sitting there quietly, staring at the report card in his hand.

Out of curiosity, Song Jingyu glanced at the contents on the report sheet.

When she saw leukemia, she was so shocked that she almost cried out. How could such a young child get such a disease?

it's a pity.

Her compassion was especially overflowing today.

In the consulting room, Zhou Fusheng was sitting in the chair on the opposite side, discussing the boy's condition with the patient's family.

The door was open, and he had already noticed a pair of eyes outside the door following him closely, so he raised his head and caught Song Jingyu's gaze in time.

Zhou Fusheng frowned almost imperceptibly, and his eyes did not stay on her for more than half a second before he returned to his work.

The next moment, the phone on the table rang.

When Zhou Fursheng saw that it was Song Jingyu, he immediately hung up. At the same time, he looked out the door. She could already feel the silent warning in his eyes.

Song Jingyu curled her lips, not caring at all.

Not long after, the family members came out of the consulting room and took the little boy away with tears in their eyes. Song Jingyu followed the boy's little figure as he walked further and further away.

Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated, and Song Jingyu looked away and saw a message from Zhou Fursheng: [Come in]

She stood up and straightened her skirt. She had to maintain the most perfect posture at all times in front of Zhou Fursheng.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Zhou Fursheng leaned on the back of his chair and looked through the medical records with a lazy posture, and knocked on the table with a pair of well-joined hands.

Song Jingyu sat opposite him, glanced down at the work badge hanging on his chest, and started talking nonsense: "I'm looking for you to see a doctor."

Zhou Funsheng didn't even raise his eyelids, and his tone was a little helpless, "I still have something to do, don't waste time."

"Fine."

Song Jingyu had no intention of leaving. She casually picked up a magazine and read it. She looked lazily and crossed her legs. At the same time, she slowly stretched her leg to the opposite side, touching his calf lightly.

It made Zhou Furong feel itchy.

So when she moved her legs up more and more boldly, a pair of warm and strong hands grabbed her ankles.
Chapter completed!