Qiao Sinian paused and stopped.

He once said this to her.

He asked her to keep her hair long, and if she felt it was troublesome, he could wash her hair and blow her hair.

His promise to her cannot be fulfilled, and there will be another man to fulfill it for her.

On the door panel, he pressed against her, his chest undulating.

"Is he good to you?" he asked calmly.

"It has nothing to do with you." Ye Jiaqi didn't want to answer, "Let go, I'll go to the airport and I won't disturb your life."

"The shift to Chicago today is 10 o'clock."

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment.

Ten o'clock.

It's definitely too late.

"Give me some breakfast and leave tomorrow." Qiao Sinian said.

"Eat breakfast? Aren't you unwilling to eat? What kind of breakfast is that it's not good to starve to death?" Ye Jiaqi sneered, with a faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

Knowing that she was ridiculing, he laughed.

"My mouth is even better." Qiao Sinian reached out and pinched her.

"Don't touch us, we have nothing to do." Ye Jiaqi turned his head and pushed his hand away.

"Yeah." His hand fell down without refuting.

He walked towards the dining table in the ward.

Ye Jiaqi then discovered that there was a very sumptuous breakfast on the table, everything was there, but there were a few of them that Qiao Si Nian didn't like, such as oats.

"Ye Jiaqi, I said last time that I will not go back to the capital in the future. What are the people here that you will nostalgic for?" Qiao Sinian sat at the dining table and opened the insulation box.

"I know I'm self-indulgent. Even if you are seriously ill in the future, I won't come, okay?"

Qiao Sinian paused for a moment and did not speak.

He took out a bowl of eight treasure porridge: "Come here, this is what you like."

"I don't like it anymore!" Ye Jiaqi bit his lip, "People always change, do you know?"

"I understand." Qiao Sinian lowered his head and silently put down the porridge bowl.

Perhaps because he was wearing a hospital gown, he looked more and more haggard, pale and bloody.

His sharp eyes on weekdays also seem gentle now. Even if he loses his temper, he is not as fierce as usual.

Qiao Sinian suddenly lost the desire to eat breakfast and took out a box of cigarettes.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and took out a lighter.

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes wide and looked at his movements, feeling incredible.

Are you so sick and still smoking?

She had never seen such a life-threatening person.

Qiao Sinian's actions of lighting cigarettes are very natural.

Ye Jiaqi almost trotted over and reached out to grab the cigarette from his hand: "Do you want to die? You are still smoking when you are hospitalized?"

Although Qiao Sinian is a patient, she is stronger than hers.

He pushed her hand away with a little force, frowned: "You don't have to worry."

Ye Jiaqi was pushed by him and choked in his throat.

"Hiss..." The fingers accidentally burned the cigarette butt, which hurt very much.

Qiao Sinian frowned, and he grabbed her finger: "I'm sorry."

"Joe Sinian, I know that no one is qualified to care about you. But are you worthy of your body and Xiao Fanfan? Do you know that if this continues, you will die soon?"

He chuckled: "Ha."

"Even if you don't care about yourself, I know, there are many people who care about you." Ye Jiaqi said, "Just do whatever you like."

Ye Jiaqi ran into the bathroom to deal with the scalds.

The fingers hurt.
Chapter completed!