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Chapter 22
Song Zhaoshui looked him up and down several times. If Xie Nanting's outfit was photographed by the paparazzi, it would probably make a headline, and an eye-catching title would be attached: "The actor went out in the rain, just to deliver food?"
"You fell on the way?" Song Zhaoshui saw Xie Nanting's trousers, dripping with water. The suit trousers were wet and lost their shape, and the edges of the leather shoes were still stained with mud. There are concrete roads everywhere, and I don't know where he stepped on the mud.
Xie Nanting shook his head, embarrassed to say that he didn't dare to go through the main entrance in order to escape from the hospital. When he came out of the side door, there was too much rain on the sidewalk. When he stepped in, the rain did not reach his calf. He had to walk on the edge of the flower bed, accidentally slipped halfway, stepped into the flower bed, and soiled his shoes.
The journey was full of twists and turns, and he didn't mention a word. The leather shoes under his feet were filled with water, and every step was like stepping in the water.
He sneaked out of the hospital, and the room card was in Bao Xuetong's hands. If Song Zhaoshui didn't let him into the room, Xie Nanting wouldn't even have a place to sit.
Song Zhaoshui looked at him with a headache. If he was more aggressive, or had a stronger character, she would be able to tell him to leave.
Afraid that someone would pass by in the corridor, she turned sideways to let someone in.
Xie Nanting's eyes showed a bit of joy, and he was eager to unpack the bag. Song Zhaoshui stopped him: "We're too close, it's not good."
Xie Nanting stopped his movements, looked up at her, seemed to think for a while, but had no clue: "Where is it?"
Even if he invites people to the hospital, he can't even invite them. Is this also called closeness?
What's more, what's wrong with being close?
Song Zhaoshui stood aside with his arms crossed, and explained weakly: "You said you just wanted to be friends with me, but we are almost beyond the category of friends now, do you understand?"
Xie Nanting's fingers froze, vaguely feeling that what Song Zhaoshui was going to say next might not sound very pleasant, but there was no excuse to stop her, so she could only let her continue.
"If you do this, it will make people think that you are pursuing me." Song Zhaoshui is determined to tell the story, she has found that with Xie Nanting, it is not necessary to be euphemistic or subtle, and it is best to play straight balls, "So , I think we need to keep our distance."
Keep your distance, this is the first time in Xie Nanting's life that he has heard such a request.
Others are desperately trying to get along with him, but someone told him to keep a distance.
Xie Nanting didn't feel angry. He raised his head in a panic and looked carefully at Song Zhaoshui's expression.
She had a serious face and a serious tone, not joking with him at all.
She really wanted to keep her distance from him.
Xie Nanting opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. At that moment, he only felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if the sequelae of being hit on the head appeared.
With an "oh" sound, he slowly took out ten small cakes from the bag and placed them on the coffee table. He seems to be a little obsessive-compulsive, and he has to arrange them neatly in two rows to be counted.
It was so swaying on the road that the small cake was squeezed in the bag, and the appearance was not so good. The powder and white cream rubbed against each other, and even the inner wall of the packaging bag was stained.
Xie Nanting squatted at the coffee table for a long time, frowning at the small cake.
He was very bored, suspecting that these imperfect cakes forced his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Song Zhaoshui let him do it without saying a word, and finally handed over a tissue: "Wipe your hands."
Since she made it clear, Xie Nanting never looked at her again. don't know if was angry with her and refused to look at her.
"The cake is for you, remember to eat it." Xie Nanting dawdled for a long time, and had no excuse to stay here.
The air was full of sweet smells, and when returned to the hospital, all could smell was the smell of medicine.
"Thank you." Song Zhaoshui raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. His eyes touched the pink thermal insulation box on the other side of the table, and he took it and handed it to Xie Nanting, "I'll give it back to you. The seafood porridge is delicious."
Xie Nanting's eyes finally lit up, and he asked, "Really?"
Seeing that Song Zhaoshui turned around and affirmed, he said, "I made it myself."
Song Zhaoshui looked at those hopeful eyes, her heart softened, and her reason reminded her that she should not be remembered.
She wants to keep a distance, and hangs people for no reason.
"The food is delicious," she said with a smile. "But, do you have to go back to the hospital? I'll ask Xiao Jie to drive you."
As she said that, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Liu Jie.
The light in Xie Nanting's eyes dimmed all of a sudden. He held the insulation box and stood there for a long time without moving, a perfect sculpture. Then he seemed to remember something and said eagerly: "But, you saved me once, I haven't..."
Song Zhaoshui interrupted him: "You saved me once yesterday, and it's even."
Xie Nanting wanted to argue again, but Liu Jie had already knocked on the door.
Song Zhaoshui said to Xie Nanting before opening the door: "I know you have been taking this matter to heart these days, but I didn't save you that time. Even if it was, you would have paid it off. So don't burden yourself any more, Go back and rest."
"Sister Zhaoshui, what's the matter?" Liu Jie saw that Song Zhaoshui was still wearing home clothes, and she didn't seem to have any plans to go out. She didn't understand why she asked herself to bring her car keys.
Just after he finished asking, he saw Song Zhaoshui beckoning into the room. A man in black came out, his clothes were a little embarrassed, and he had no spirit.
Like a big, downcast dog.
Then the man raised his head, revealing the face that everyone thought about. Liu Jie wanted to swallow her tongue in an instant. How could she describe Mr. Xie as a big dog, or a downcast big dog?
"Send Mr. Xie back to the hospital." Song Zhaoshui patted Liu Jie's shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work."
Liu Jie keenly sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and stood aside to hold her breath, trying to become a transparent person. Despite this, she still saw the cold and taciturn Master Xie secretly glanced at Song Zhaoshui several times, and seeing that the latter hadn't looked at him, she walked out of the room slowly. As he walked out, he put on his hat and mask, exposing his eyes outside.
Those beautiful eyes showed a bit of grievance.
Liu Jie had too many questions in her heart. Why didn't Master Xie stay in the hospital, but instead appeared in Song Zhaoshui's room? Why is the atmosphere between the two of them so weird, Master Xie turning back three steps? This gives the intuitive feeling that her family, Song Zhaoshui, is a heartless man, calling the patient over to talk about breaking up.
Once the little theater in her mind started, it couldn't stop. Her impression was still that Song Zhaoshui chased after Xie Nanting. Could it be that Song Zhaoshui had already caught someone before she knew it?
Xie Nanting sat in the back row, fastened his seat belt when he got in the car, and stared at the insulation box without saying a word.
This insulation box is also very familiar, it has appeared very frequently in the past two days. Liu Jie still remembered that Song Zhaoshui took the dirty insulation box from the mountain to the hospital yesterday, and then brought it back to the hotel from the hospital.
The air pressure in the car was very low, and Liu Jie stared intently at the road ahead.
After a while, the dead silence was broken by a ding-dong from Xie Nanting's mobile phone. Liu Jie saw in the central rearview mirror that Xie Nanting, who had just been depressed, suddenly hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and his eyes seemed to glow.
The two of them were unlucky enough, not to mention falling into a puddle, and their phones were damaged by blisters. Fortunately, the two of them were not short on money, so they immediately bought a new one. Liu Jie was thinking wildly here, looked up at the mirror, and saw Xie Nanting knocking on the phone viciously.
She quickly retracted her eyes, not daring to look again.
She thought that Xie Nanting was quarreling with Song Zhaoshui at the moment. In fact, it's not wrong to say that it was a quarrel, but it was a unilateral argument by Xie Nanting, and the object of the argument was not Song Zhaoshui, but Ding Dai.
Ding Dai also often asked what Xie Nanting was doing. How could she know that Xie Nanting was like being trampled on her foot, and asked her aggressively, "what else do you want?"
He's not usually like this, but he really feels wronged today.
Ding Dai raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes: "what's the matter with you, you were broken up?"
Xie Nanting is looking for trouble by herself, she will not be polite, and step on wherever it hurts. Her second brother has always had no temper, and will become impatient after being teased by her for a long time. She hasn't been online yet, and the other party is about to jump up, obviously something is wrong. As for why something was wrong, Ding Dai could only attribute it to the fact that he hit a wall with Song Zhaoshui.
It was normal to think about it. She suddenly appeared in the morning and Song Zhaoshui left in a hurry.
She did mention it, and it is estimated that her second brother didn't listen. The consequences of not listening to it, isn't it just a misunderstanding?
Ding Dai tilted her head and persuaded without hesitation: "It's okay, my girlfriend, we can find you again after we split up."
yo, yell at her? call you roar.
Xie Nanting would reply for a long time, let Ding Dai send all kinds of mocking emojis, and finally retorted: "She is not my girlfriend."
"Then why do you care so much?" With a "Focus on the Fool's Eyes".
Xie Nanting was very angry when he saw this expression: "she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."
While angry, press and hold to save the expression.
Ding Dai hates iron not being steel: "I told you that people misunderstood our relationship."
She sent several emojis in a row, and finally left a sentence: "Believe it or not, if you like someone, tell them clearly."
When Xie Nanting saw these words, his mind was agitated. Ding Dai always likes to lie to him, making up the lies so that he can't see the flaws. But when she occasionally speaks the truth with kindness, she always adds these four words.
The people in the back seat seemed to be in a daze, not moving for a long time. Liu Jie's throat was itchy and she didn't dare to cough. When she was trying her best to restrain herself, she suddenly heard someone in the back seat muttering to herself, "Do I like her?"