Chatper 351 (1/2)

Lin Miaoyu bit her lip, raised her voice, and asked a question.

"When you asked me this question, you already favored me to avoid it, didn't you?" Zhao Mengmeng asked instead of answering.

Otherwise, why keep reminding her?

With deep love and deep responsibility, Zhao Mengmeng didn't think much about Lin Miaoyu's actions.

From a girl's standpoint, she thinks what Lin Miaoyu did was right.

It's just that she, Zhao Mengmeng, was unlucky and became the protagonist of the matter, and she couldn't accept Lin Miaoyu's words.

Throwing down a mocking question, Zhao Mengmeng walked straight into the elevator.

Feeling very ups and downs, I pressed the elevator aimlessly and accidentally clicked on the first floor.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had already passed the floor he was on, so he simply went down the elevator.

She walked into the garden and saw the patients sitting in pairs and chatting together, or going out for a walk with the company of their family members. Zhao Mengmeng, who was alone, felt a sense of confusion.

There was a lot of voices everywhere, but in the crowd, she was isolated.

In such excitement, there is nothing to hide.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting here, but only when she heard the phone ringing did she realize that the sun had risen so high that it was hitting her hotly.

It's about Father Zhao's call.

"Dad, I'll go back later."

After looking at the time, Zhao Mengmeng realized that she had been down for two hours, no wonder her father was worried.

Hearing Zhao Mengmeng's assurance, Father Zhao gave a relieved hum before hanging up the phone.

She got up from the gazebo, walked out along the path, and walked straight forward.

I don't know if it's because of the long exposure to the sun, or because my body hasn't recovered yet, Zhao Mengmeng feels a little dizzy at the moment, and even the figure in front of her is shaking.

Shaking his head violently, he cleared up his chaotic head.

This is the way forward.

However, he underestimated his own weakness, and after walking a few steps, his eyes went dark, and he fell towards the lawn.

"Ah, someone fainted..." The person next to him exclaimed, and then someone walked towards Zhao Mengmeng.

The voice happened to reach Pei Chenyang's ears when he came out of the inpatient building, and Lin Miaoyu was no longer beside him.

Regarding the sentence that someone fainted, Pei Chenyang didn't take it too seriously.

But when Zhao Mengmeng was held in his arms and walked towards it, at that moment, Pei Chenyang's heart suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

That porcelain-white and lively face was completely lifeless at the moment.

On the contrary, she is fair, transparent, fragile, as fragile as a glass doll.

Being held in his arms by someone, he felt light and fluffy, like a ball of cotton wool, and his face was even more lifeless.

Pei Chenyang's footsteps brushed, then stopped, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Mengmeng's small face with his head drooping.

"Young man, don't block my way." A kind middle-aged uncle accused Pei Chenyang displeasedly.

His thoughts just came back from wandering.

Zhao Mengmeng's fragile expression caught Pei Chenyang's eyes, and his heart missed half a beat.

"What's wrong with her?" Pei Chenyang frowned, and under his stern eyes, there was a trace of worry that he didn't realize.

The people over there were talking about someone fainting just now, but he didn't take it seriously.

But he didn't expect that the person who fainted was actually Zhao Mengmeng?

When did she become so fragile?

Can a gust of wind blow it down?

"I fainted, isn't this just talking nonsense? Of course I won't know until the doctor's examination." The middle-aged uncle asked angrily, and wanted to pass directly beside Pei Chenyang.