“What is this little injury?My father is my father, do you really think he is willing to be hard on me?He was just doing something in front of Uncle Yu, my injury was nothing at all, but I had to stay in the hospital for a few more days, so that Uncle Yu could get rid of the fire, if you needed my help, I could now...”

“Uncle is coming.”Van Gogh looked at the door, his lips opening.

When he said that it was late, Tang Qianqi returned to bed with a bang and began to howl with himself: "Venvango, although I was very hurt, but I did not blame my father at all, not to blame the uncle, it is my fault, I should not hide from the elders, secretly with the six or six."

Van Gogh: “...”

"Mr. Tang, it's time to change the medicine."The little nurse who came in from the door saw Tang Qianqi's performance comparable to the textbook level and was stunned.

“Holy—”

A few people in the hospital room saw the scene just now and laughed at the same sound.

Tang Qianqi: “???”

Tang Qianqi turned to look at the door only one nurse, where did the uncle come from?

Tang Qianqi was slow and knew that he had been tricked by Van Gogh.

At this time, the nurse also comforted him solemnly: "Mr. Tang, rest assured, although you are injured a little, but really not so serious, and observe for a few days, if nothing happens, you can be discharged from the hospital."

As soon as the nurse left, Tang Qianqi suddenly took Van Gogh's arm, just wanted to say something, and the next second, suddenly surprised, shouted at the door: "Chong Rui Yi."

“...” Van Gogh studded, then chuckled, “You think I’ll believe the same trick?”

“You know it’s the same trick, do you think I’ll use it?”Tang Qianqi loosened his arm, pointed to the door, and motioned for himself to look.

Tang Qianqi is very measured in some ways.

Hearing him say this, Van Gogh quickly turned to look at the door and saw the clock standing outside the door, slightly stunned.

I didn’t think I’d see her here.

The same goes for Vanessa.

She hung her hand on her side, unconsciously clenched, tightly, not only the remaining six can feel, even Lin Haolin felt it.

The twilight was still a long white dress, with long hair loosening and hanging over his shoulders.

The weak posture always carries a hint of isolation.

She met the eyes of all of them, took the initiative to go to the front of Van van Gogh, and whispered: "It's a little boring to stay at home, so I thought to go to the hospital to find the remaining six or six chats, I didn't expect you to be there."

Then he reached out and held Vanessa’s hand.

Just a little, the hand is loosened.

The second of the two people's physical contact, Zhong Rui Yi lowered his voice and said a word.

There was only one word, and Van Gogh's face changed slightly, and her eyes were shocked.

It was as if to ascertain the authenticity of the message from her eyes.

"It's true."

Zhong Rui Yi saw his reaction, the whole person also became a little cramped, low open lips: "Sorry, I just received the news, call you no one answered, a moment anxious to find here."

The face of Van Gogh was gradually disappearing.

Reach out and take out your phone, open the page, make sure the news hasn’t come out yet, and breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he thought of something, pulling the bell, and his head did not go back.

“Vin Van Gogh!”The remaining six shouted, thought of something, and looked back at Vanity.

Vanity stood in the same place, pale and distressing, staring blankly at the direction in which Van Van and Zhong Rui Yi left.