When Fan Taohua went back again, it was already evening.
She gently opened the door, and the afterglow of the setting sun came in. Guoguo was lazily lying on the sofa, and when she saw Fan Taohua coming in, she wagged her tail.
Song Qingfeng was not in the living room. Normally at this time, he would lean on the sofa and play games.
She put the guitar into her room, then looked across. The door of Song Qingfeng's room was closed, and the floor was clean, as if it had been swept.
Fan Taohua walked to Song Qingfeng's door and took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to knock on the door, but when she raised her hand, she hesitated again.
What if he's not in there? What if he wouldn't forgive himself for misunderstanding him and yell at him?
She has never been a very vengeful person, let alone an unreasonable person. She had already made up her mind, whether Song Qingfeng scolded her or drove her out, she would admit it, after all, it was indeed her own fault first, but she must not be ignored.
It seems that Song Qingfeng has never been angry with her, and they have never quarreled, it is because Song Qingfeng has always been tolerant to her, and she herself seems to be a little bit arrogant.
She knocked on the door tentatively, but no one answered. She gently turned the doorknob, but the door was not locked. The curtains in the room were drawn, and the lights were not turned on. She tiptoed to the bed, and Song Qingfeng fell asleep.
It stands to reason that a person with such a shallow sleep as Song Qingfeng should not have any reaction to the movement of Fan Taohua coming in.
She was sitting next to him, looking at Song Qingfeng's sleeping face, he must be very tired, yes, he didn't close his eyes all day and night, and went through several hours of surgery with high tension, and was misunderstood by Fan Taohua, how can he not be tired? ?
It's just that she has never considered other people's feelings, everything is from her own point of view, and she never listens to others' explanations.
This is a problem she has had since she was a child. She really wants to get rid of it, but she just can't get rid of it.
Song Qingfeng's eyelashes moved. Fan Taohua wanted to go out first so as not to disturb his sleep, but when she stood up, Song Qingfeng woke up.
"When did you come back."
Song Qingfeng's voice was very flat, without a trace of emotion. Fan Taohua felt like being peeped and discovered by others. She smiled embarrassedly, "Did I bother you?"
"I'm not that easy to be disturbed." Song Qingfeng put the back of his hand on his forehead, his face was a little flushed, his body smelled like a good shower gel, and he was wearing white pajamas. Fan Taohua looked into his eyes and felt that There was something wrong, she touched Song Qingfeng's forehead, it was really hot!
Song Qingfeng, whom Fan Taohua had always thought of as an iron man actually had a fever? !
It seems that even doctors are not omnipotent, they can't cure themselves alone.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a fever?!" Fan Taohua was a little angry, she helped Song Qingfeng cover the quilt rudely, and then stuffed his arms into the quilt, "When did you start having a fever?"
Song Qingfeng did not answer her words, but instead asked, "You don't blame me?"
As soon as he said this, Fan Taohua softened instantly, "I'm sorryit's my fault, I'm too excited."
Song Qingfeng chuckled, and he turned his head away, "I didn't say anything. But it's really my fault, I'm sorry for not saving him."
"I know you tried your best." Fan Taohua looked at Song Qingfeng's face. Because of the fever, he covered his head and closed his eyes. Fan Taohua stood up, "Don't move, I'll get you medicine." (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com