MTL - Approach-Chapter 87

After a string of tears fell, Fang Ziqing lay back on the bed unsteadily, wrapped in the quilt and sobbing, his chest heaving up and down...

She has never been like this because of other things, she has always been calm and self-possessed, but now she is like a child, she can't even control herself from crying.

After so many years, I still can't let go of her, can't let go of my feelings for her... Only she knows how hard those days were tormented by longing.

After finally breaking through myself, I mustered up the courage to try again, but was rejected many times by the other party. The more I thought about it, the sadder it became, and the more I thought about it, the sadder I became...

To Ren Chuyu, her showing her love again was a burden and a nuisance. A broken mirror is hard to reunite, and everything in the past will be just memories... Thinking of this, Fang Ziqing's heart seems to be cut open, and sad blood trickles...

I was so tired from crying, my head ached like it was tearing apart, and my body and mind were being tortured and squeezed...

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Ziqing seemed to hear a knock on the door in a daze...

She didn't want to talk, and she didn't have the energy to answer...

A few seconds later, Joan came in by himself.

After he came in and closed the door, he didn't move anymore. In fact, he was a little at a loss... He had never seen Fang Ziqing like this, fragile, helpless and pitiful, making people feel sorry for her.

After typing the manuscript over and over again in her stomach, Joan finally failed to open her mouth.

Blinking a tear from his drooping eyes, Fang Zi asked in a hoarse voice, "She... asked you to send me back?"

Although he couldn't bear it, Joan nodded slightly.

"Then... you... go out first, and I'll clean up."

Joan opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the words... He retreated in silence...

Fang Ziqing struggled to get up, washed briefly, then changed back into his own clothes, and finally stood in front of the bed, staring at Ren Chuyu's quilt in a daze.

She was thinking about whether to take this away. Ren Chuyu is a clean freak, no matter where she goes to work, she brings the quilt and sheets by herself...

"Qiao An." Fang Ziqing called out.

Joan came in.

"Go find a storage bag or something, pack the quilt, sheet and pillows and take them home."

The surprise in Joan's eyes was obvious...

"These things belong to my sister..."

"Would I want someone else's?"

"My sister is a bit of a clean freak...she's not used to it..."

"I know," Fang Ziqing glanced at him, and sighed deeply, "I just want to keep in mind..."

It's so embarrassing

Worried...

Joan immediately fell down...began to actively help her find storage bags.

After packing up and packing their things, the two left.

"Follow this navigation." As soon as Qiao An got into the car and put on his seat belt, Fang Ziqing turned on the voice map navigation.

Qiao An glanced at the location of the hotel on the map, and said in surprise, "Sister Ziqing, aren't we going back?"

Fang Ziqing closed his eyes, stretched out his hand out of the window, and his words fell in the breeze: "Go home by yourself when you send me to the place, I will stay here for two more days."

Joan didn't say much after hearing this.

When he got near the hotel, Joan stopped the car. He frowned and struggled, "My sister, how should I explain?"

"It's up to you."

Fang Ziqing unfastened his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Qiao An. He went to the trunk to pick up Fang Ziqing's luggage and storage bag.

"I'll lift it up for you." Before she could speak, Joan spoke first.

Fang Ziqing nodded humbly.

After Qiao An left, Fang Ziqing took a bath in the bathroom.

Before, even crying and sad tossing so much, the hard-hitting people couldn't bear it, let alone she was injured.

After taking a bath, she spread Ren Chuyu's quilt and fell asleep wrapped in Ren Chuyu's quilt.

It was dusk after this sleep, and I haven't been able to eat well for the past two days, and now I am hungry more and more hungry.

As soon as the order was delivered, Ren Chuyu's assistant called Fang Ziqing.

Fang Ziqing ignored the little assistant's request for her to return Ren Chuyu's personal belongings, and asked instead, "Why did she finish work so early today?"

The little assistant paused for a few seconds before saying slowly, "Sister Chuyu is not in the mood today..."

"..." Fang Ziqing put away his chopsticks, stood up and went to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite, "Is she... all right?"

After waiting for nearly a minute, the little assistant uttered three words with difficulty: "I hurt my waist..." She didn't want to tell Fang Ziqing at first, but she always thought it was this person who caused her...

Fang Ziqing's eyebrows twitched when he heard it: "Is my waist hurt? How did you hurt it? Is it serious?"

Before the little assistant could reply, Fang Ziqing asked again: "Where is she now? Hospital or home? I'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fang Ziqing was in a hurry, grabbed his coat, went downstairs to stop the car and returned there.

In the car, Fang Ziqing kept calling his little assistant, but no one answered.

When she got to the place where Ren Chuyu lived, she couldn't get in either, because someone was blocking her.

When she was anxious and at a loss, Li Lan walked over slowly on her high heels.

security inside

The staff nodded politely to Li Lan: "Sister Lan."

"Yeah." She didn't rush in, and squinted at Fang Ziqing beside her.

It happened that Fang Ziqing looked at her sideways, and the two met each other.

Li Lan smiled at her, took out a women's cigarette and lit it...

Fang Ziqing knew that the person in front of him was Ren Chuyu's manager... It's just strange, when Fang Ziqing visited Ren Chuyu before, Fang Ziqing had never met her...

"Can Sister Lan help?" she asked directly.

Li Lan took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled a circle of white mist, and asked with a smile: "Help me for what? Help you abduct Ren Chuyu?"

Fang Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "If Sister Lan is willing, that would be great."

"It's a good idea, I'm not on your side." Li Lan put away her smile, stubbed out her cigarette and was about to leave.

"Sister Lan, can you let me go in together?"

Li Lan glanced at her: "You should know that Chuyu doesn't want to see you..."

Fang Ziqing didn't say any more, with a disappointed expression on his face.

Li Lan shook her head, turned and left.

Fang Ziqing just stood there and looked in.

It was dark all around and the cold wind was blowing. Fang Ziqing gathered up his windbreaker and stood there stubbornly, staring straight at the lighted room, ignoring the persuasive words of the security personnel.

Four hours later, Li Lan came over, and sighed to Fang Ziqing, "It's really more stubborn than the other... Hurry up, don't catch a cold again."

"Thank you...Sister Lan." Fang Zi was so cold that his mouth was trembling... his lips were purple.

After changing his shoes, Fang Ziqing was about to go to Ren Chuyu's, but was pulled back by Li Lan.

"Are you stupid? I let you in secretly, and you still want to surrender in front of her?"

"I...how is she? Is the injury serious?"

When Li Lan got to her mouth, she turned a corner after seeing Fang Ziqing's worried expression: "Don't worry too much, the doctor has already seen it."

She turned her eyes and glanced at the bedroom, with a bit of embarrassment in her tone: "I took all her quilt and pillow... Is she unable to rest now?"

Li Lan's expression was also helpless: "Yes, I have been lying on the sofa." Neither one or two made people worry.

After hearing this, Fang Ziqing felt a little guilty again.

"Then I'll help her get her things back." As soon as she finished speaking, the little assistant came out of Ren Chuyu's bedroom.

Fang Ziqing immediately turned his gaze to her.

The little assistant turned his eyes away and didn't want to pay attention to her.

She took two steps forward and stopped in front of the little assistant: "I'll send the hotel address to your mobile phone later. This is my room card. Please take Chuyu's things back."

The little assistant glanced at her, but didn't answer the card.

"Bai Yan, thank you for your hard work." After Li Lan spoke, Bai Yan reluctantly accepted the card.

"I want to go in and see her..." Fang Ziqing whispered to Li Lan.

"It's up to you," Li Lan turned her head and left, before closing the door, she said, "You will bear the consequences of others."

After struggling for a while, Fang Ziqing opened the door and went in.

She walked over gently, squatted in front of Ren Chuyu, wanted to reach out to touch her hair, but held back.

"Chuyu." She whispered.

The man didn't respond.

"I know I shouldn't have come..."

Ren Chuyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyebrows frowned.

Silence slowly flowed in the air, Fang Ziqing's legs were numb from squatting, and he didn't hear a word of her reply.

Fang Ziqing finally said hoarsely: "I will leave tomorrow..."

Ren Chuyu finally turned to look at her.

Fang Ziqing looked at her deeply, with a thousand words in his eyes.

"Why did you come back to me?"

Hearing these words, Fangzi Qingxin Lake was filled with waves.

"Because... I... still love you and never let go."

Ren Chuyu stared at her for two seconds, then turned back silently: "Do you know...you make me very tired, whether it was before or now."

Ren Chuyu's few innermost thoughts pierced Fang Ziqing's heart like a knife.

"sorry…"

"Let's go..." Ren Chuyu closed her eyes dimly.

"Chuyu," Fang Ziqing's lips quivered slightly, "forgive me for being ignorant and self-righteous when I was young..."

Ren Chuyu pinched the cushion under her waist hard, her mouth bitter.

"Take care of yourself, don't work too hard." She stood up slowly.

When Fang Ziqing went out, he met Bai Yan who came back.

Bai Yan returned the room card to her, Fang Ziqing took it, nodded, and left.

On the night of returning to the hotel, Fang Ziqing developed a fever, which continued to be high and talked nonsense all night.

Fang Ziche couldn't get in touch with her all the time, so he was worried, so he asked Qiao An for the address, and rushed over overnight, and the next day, Mr. Fang also went there.

When Fang Zi woke up, it was already noon the next day.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Mr. Fang leaned over and said distressedly, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're like this?" Several stitches were stitched on her forehead, and her face looked haggard and bleak.

Fang Ziqing looked at the ceiling and said nothing.

"For that girl Chuyu again?"

"It's nothing to do with her

Department, is my own problem. "

"Don't try to lie to me..."

"Dad, just leave me alone, I can handle it well."

"Put yourself on the hospital bed?" Mr. Fang, who was always gentle, couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Dad," Fang Ziche interjected at the right time, "let's go out first, let sister rest a little longer."

Mr. Fang sighed, but got up and left.

Fang Ziqing stared at the clouds outside the window, Ren Chuyu's words "Why did you come back to find me?" suddenly appeared in her mind, and then she thought of her words "Do you know...you make me very tired, whether it was before or Now". The last sentence made her heart ache, and she almost burst into tears again, but her brother and father were still outside the door, so she couldn't cry all the time.

When people are sick, they don't have much appetite. In addition, she is depressed. In the end, eating is a worrying problem.

"Let's eat some more," Mr. Fang said distressedly, "I made this porridge fresh."

Fang Ziqing shook his head slightly: "I can't eat any more."

"Dad, don't force it, it's fine if sister doesn't want to eat."

"Oh." Mr. Fang sighed helplessly again.

After they both went out, Fang Ziqing pulled the quilt to lie down with his eyes closed.

Within five minutes of lying down, Li Lan called her.

"What did you and Chuyu say?" The other side deliberately lowered the volume.

Fang Ziqing had a terrible headache, and his voice was a little blurry, and he couldn't tell who it was...

"Sister Lan?" The voice sounded similar.

"Chuyu didn't even eat rice."

Fang Ziqing sat up.

"What did you say?"

"What's wrong with you? Your voice is so hoarse."

"I'm fine... Sister Lan, you just said that Chuyu doesn't eat?"

"Hmm... I'm so sad, like a child, I don't listen to what I say." Ren Chuyu is seldom willful.

"..."

Sister Lan muttered a few more words, then hung up the phone impatiently.

This short conversation disturbed Fang Ziqing's already sensitive heart...