When Ning Yan was about to leave, he met Xie Sizhao on the face. Xie Sizhao was carrying two ridiculous insulation buckets, which was very incompatible with his domineering president.

Xie Sizhao didn't expect to see Ning Yan at this time, and there was an instant surprise on his face: "Ning Yan, come?"

But he has always been a heartless Lord. He didn't wait for Ning Yan to speak, so the brother and the two stepped forward to hold Ning Yan's shoulders and took him to the ward: "Go, go in and taste my house together Soup stewed. "

Ning Yan stood still without moving. He turned his head and glanced at the people in the room, and said to Xie Sizhao, "I want to go first, so I won't go in."

"What's wrong?" Xie Sizhao also stopped. He glanced at Ning Yan's face and asked, "You have recently ... Okay."

Ning Yan smiled and said, "I'm okay, I'm sorry to bring you a lot of trouble this time."

Ning Yan refers to his Weibo trumpet. After the number was on the hot search, he had been picked up by netizens. There are many speculations on the Internet about his relationship with He Dingxi. Several people have been arguing online for several days.

The male and men sell rotten audiences, but the same -sex scandal is a fatal blow for artists. Xie Sizhao naturally read these contents. He groaned for a moment, and his face was rare and serious: "You to Lao Congratory ..."

At this time Ning Yan's mobile phone rang, and the ringtone interrupted Xie Sizhao's words. Ning Yan looked down at the screen of the mobile phone, and said to Xie Sizhao: "Don't worry, I won't let him be implicated. I have something to do, go first."

Speaking, Ning Yan waved his hand and walked towards the elevator.

Xie Sizhao looked at Ning Yan's back disappearing in the elevator, and suddenly a thought came in his heart: Tonight he was here.

* * *

"I'm okay here, you go back first."

As soon as He Dingxi opened his eyes, he saw He Yirou sitting beside the bed. He Yirou was staring at the phone and didn't know what he was looking at, and his expression on his face was very dignified.

"What's wrong?" He Dingxi asked.

He Yirou saw that He Dingxi woke up and quickly put down the mobile phone. The silly sister laughed like: "Brother, you wake up? How do you feel, do you want to eat something?"

He Dingxi sat up and leaned on the bedside, and said to He Yirou: "I'm okay, you can go back to rest too."

When He Yirou was so detailed, she took the pillow on the side and put it behind He Dingxi, and said, "It's okay, I'll accompany you again."

During the time when He Dingxi just woke up, he slept for a long time every day, and he was sober. Fortunately, his body was good enough, and after a few days of cultivation, it was much better.

As for the death of his mother, after being at a loss at the beginning, he has now accepted the fact. When the doctor came to the room in the afternoon, he said that his recovery was good and he could soon be discharged.

He Dingxi stared at the black lacquer TV screen intently. What he was thinking was actually thinking about the next trip. He planned to go home first after he was discharged. This trip mainly wanted to settle his father's life, and then go to go. Look at the mother's tomb.

At this time, He Yirou poured a glass of water and handed it to He Dingxi's hand. He Dingxi took the cup and bowed his head and took a sip.

"He ..." He Yirou was asked by He Dingxi all at once, and somehow did not know how to answer.

He Dingxi put down the water cup in his hand and looked up at He Yirou: "Is something wrong?"

When He Dingxi asked this question, in fact, there was an answer in his heart. In the past few days, the people around him either not let him contact his mobile phone, or mentioned Ning Yan.

He Yirou couldn't hide it. She handed the tablet in front of He Dingxi in front of He Dingxi, and said, "Let's take a look."

Today, the hot search of major platforms has been occupied by Ning Yan. The words "Ning Ye held a press conference" congratulated Dingxi to know, but even together made him unable to figure out what it meant.

The day after Ning Yan returned from the hospital the previous time, he announced that three days later, a press conference will be held to explain the incident, and the day of the press conference is today.

He Dingxi browsed the recent things that happened recently, put down the tablet, and made Jiro He: "It's not too early, you go back soon."

He Yirou's gaze fell on the tablet on He Dingxi's hand. The content on the current screen is the screenshot of the online biography of Ningyu Weibo.

She glanced at the expression on He Dingxi's face, where did she dare to leave, she hesitated: "But..."

He Dingxi seemed to want He Yirou to feel at ease. He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and said, "Go, let me be alone for a while."

After He Yirou left, He Dingxi continued to read the things he hadn't read before. In the eyes of netizens, the contents of Ning Jue's Weibo account are unclear, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. But from He Dingxi's point of view, every word and sentence in front of him seemed to be peeling off that person's heart layer by layer.

The sincerity revealed after peeling off the layers of wrapping is so sincere and so hot. He Dingxi watched from a distance and did not dare to touch it for a while.

In the early days, Ning Jue would still mention He Dingxi's name on Weibo, but later, maybe because he grew up, or because he entered this circle, he no longer mentioned He Dingxi's name easily.

But He Dingxi knew that these words on Weibo were all for him. When he was happy, when he was sad, and when he encountered setbacks, Ning Jue unreservedly shared his joys and sorrows with him.

It turned out that he appeared in Ning Jue's life when he was nineteen years old, and accompanied him through four seasons without knowing it.

It turned out that he had specially rushed back to the crew just to say a happy birthday to himself. It turned out that he had lost sleep because of his own injury, and he had also been heartbroken because of Xiao Keran.

It turned out that he had been walking alone for a long time in order to come to him.

He Dingxi turned off the tablet computer in his hand, his eyes were a little pantothenic due to the stimulation of the screen, and his vision began to blur. He regretted that he and Ning Jue met too late and failed to protect his little boy well. I am also very fortunate that I can appear at that time, and walk through the most difficult years with him across the staggered time and space.