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"You're still here so late." Seeing He Yirou here, Ning Jue was a little surprised. When he came to He Yirou and sat down, he noticed her red eyes.
Ning Jue asked, "How is he?"
"It's still the same." He Yirou put He Dingxi's hand into the quilt: "But the doctor said that today his fingers are somewhat conscious."
"That's good." Ning Jue said, his eyes fell on He Dingxi's face. Half a month passed, the wound on his own hand was about to fall off, and He Dingxi seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
When He Yirou heard Li Anqi say that He Dingxi was rescued by Ning Jue, He Yirou couldn't help but be full of gratitude to him, and even spoke a lot.
During the period of He Dingxi's accident, his friends visited the hospital many times, but Ning Jue did not show up. As a colleague who has worked together before, he didn't even express it at all in public.
Ning Jue didn't seem to be affected, and went to work as usual every day. From the point of view of people with a heart, there is still some meaning "while you are sick to kill you". Netizens feel that he is too ruthless, and they endlessly criticize him, even with various conspiracy theories on the Internet.
"The public opinion outside is not very friendly to you now." He Yirou looked at Ning Jue secretly, he seemed a little tired.
He Yirou asked, "Should I come forward to clarify?"
Ning Jue said, "It's not necessary. Now someone is taking the opportunity to stir up troubled waters. It's more wrong to say more."
As if comforting He Yirou, Ning Jue added: "You're an actress who has just emerged, try not to cause yourself any trouble, the company will handle this matter."
He Yirou could turn off work and visit He Dingxi from time to time, but Ning Jue couldn't. In fact, he just got off the plane not long ago. When He Dingxi had an accident, the eyes of the entire Internet were focused on this hospital, and it was impossible for any trouble to escape the eyes of the media.
Seeing that the attention is less now, Ning Jue can take time to come and take a look.
It's not that Yang Mei didn't want to explain to the public that Ning Jue sent He Dingxi to the hospital, so as to clarify the rumors and at the same time make some hype. But if you want to clarify this rumor, you need to explain more details that are difficult to explain.
The past events of Ning Jue and He Dingxi were a ticking time bomb for them. Yang Mei did not dare to draw everyone's attention to the relationship between the two of them at this time.
Fortunately, these rumors on the Internet are too bizarre. Except for the fan-black war in the circle, most netizens do not believe it.
Thinking of what had happened recently, He Yirou sighed and said to Ning Jue, "Thank you for letting Xiaoye come to help us during Auntie's funeral."
Ning Jue shook her head and said calmly, "It's what I should do. It's a pity that I couldn't see Auntie for the last ride in person."
He Yirou found that what Ning Jue saw in peace today was a little different. He just sat there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. If He Yirou didn't speak, he didn't speak.
He Yirou was most afraid of the awkward atmosphere. She racked her brains and chatted with Ning Jue on a lot of topics.
Half an hour later, the stock of jokes in He Yirou's stomach has long been exhausted. At this time, she finally came back to it, and hurriedly said to Ning Jue: "It's getting late, then... Then I'll go first, Qingqing and the others are outside, if you have anything to look for them."
Ning Jue finally looked away from He Dingxi. He turned to look at He Yirou and said lightly, "Okay."
After He Yirou left, only Ning Jue and He Dingxi were left in the ward. Ning Jue touched He Dingxi's hand and felt a little cold.
He got up, opened the window a crack, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.
He Dingxi was surrounded by nurses on a daily basis, and his relatives actually had nothing to do. When Ning Jue returned to He Dingxi again, he had a glass of water and a cotton swab in his hand.
The air in the air-conditioned room was dry, and He Dingxi's lips were slightly peeled. Ning Jue moistened He Dingxi's dry lips with a cotton swab dipped in water.
After doing this, Ning Jue put the water glass aside, then he leaned down, lowered his head and gently kissed He Dingxi's lips.
The moment their lips touched, Ning Jue fixedly looked at He Dingxi. He Dingxi closed his eyes unconsciously, not even breathing.
Ning Jue suddenly remembered what these eyes looked like when they opened. He Dingxi was actually a warm-hearted and cold-faced person.
But Ning Jue could always tell through these eyes whether the smile on his face was genuine or fake.
At this moment, a fine sound came from the door, and Ning Yan looked up, just to the eyes of He Anbei in the gap in the door.
Ning Ye took his eyes without any matter. He raised his hand and touched He Dingxi's forehead, and gently kissed his lips, and then he carefully covered the quilt on He Dingxi, so he got up and walked outside the ward.
When he came outside the door, there was no one over the corridor. He Anbei was gone, leaving only the cigarette buttons at the door. Since He Dingxi had an accident, He Anbei has not showed up again, and he has not even participated in his mother's funeral.
Ning Yan took a few steps forward and stopped at the corner of the corridor. He said to the empty corridor, "Let's go, take a look at it."
The crow was silent in the empty corridor, and no one answered.
Ning Yan smiled slightly with a ridicule, and said, "Why, do you dare not see him?"
He Anbei took a step forward and walked out of a pot of huge green plants: "Joke, what do I dare not see him?"
Although He Anbei did not repair the width on weekdays, it was not as downturn as before. Ning Yan looked up and down, and said, "Do you dare, you know it."
He Anbei has pursued a principle over the years, that is, losing people cannot infuse the momentum. He pulled up his voice and threatened Ning Yan: "Don't you be afraid that I will leave you and He Dingxi's uninhabited things?"
"Correction is that I like He Dingxi, it doesn't matter." Then, Ning Xun paused, seemed to have some troubles: "To be honest, when he wakes up, I am worried that there is no chance to confess to him."