Lu Yanqing approached, and the two of them pressed their lips together, and Meng Wanyan's breathing became obviously cramped and panicked.

The man's tall figure blocked all the light behind him, leaving only a piece of darkness, leaving no gap. His jaw tightened, his dense black eyelashes drooped, and he stared at her steadily.

Meng Wanyan's breathing suddenly stopped and subconsciously clenched her handbag. She met his gaze without being outdone, blinked her eyelashes, endured her beating heart, and spoke as if nothing had happened: "Lu Yanqing, you haven't seen each other for five years, but you are becoming more and more confident."

Lu Yanqing tightened the corners of his lips, and there was an unconcealed emotion between his eyebrows and eyes: "Yan'er, why don't you admit it?"

He asked why he didn't admit it.

Meng Wanyan's heart was sore, and her heart was about to explode. She took a deep breath and her eyes slowly turned red: "So what if you admit it?"

You probably don't know yet."

"You dumped me without even saying a breakup. I kept looking for you. Later, someone told me that you had sacrificed. From then on, I had been insomnia all night, and my dreams were full of your bloody face."

Wanyan paused, as if she was talking about something ordinary. She smiled self-deprecatingly, pulling the corners of her mouth, which was even worse than crying.

"I saw you in Zhongnan Town that day, and I realized that you were not dead. Do you think it's fun to play with me?"

For five years, what exactly was the reason that made him leave without saying a word, and why did he think that she would wait there all the time.

The girl's voice was slightly nasal, and every word was clearly seen, as if she had a sharp blade inserted into his heart. Lu Yanqing clenched his teeth and panted anxiously, and his dark eyes were undercurrents.

His thin lips slightly opened, his breathing was difficult, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Yan'er, I..."

Meng Wanyan shook her head, pressing her cold fingers against his lips, and the dark and beautiful pupils were filled with misty water vapor.

She looked at him very seriously and said, "Lu Yanqing, you don't need to explain anything now, I don't need it anymore."

She has been struggling for a while, and sometimes she thinks, it would be great if Lu Yanqing died.

No one in this world makes her so sad again.

The thick darkness drowned the man's crisp body, and the stagnant air smelled cold and lonely.

Lu Yanqing stared at her slightly red eyes with a steady look, as if tears would gush out of her eyes in the next second. He was so distressed that he couldn't speak. His heart seemed to be held in his hand, tightening and then crushing.

"Yan'er."

He called her name softly, and the word "Yan'er" had been rolling in his throat countless times in countless midnight dreams.

Lu Yanqing didn't know how to make up for the harm he had caused to her for five years of disappearance, but suddenly felt that it was too late to say anything.

In the past, Meng Wanyan liked to hear him call him "Yan'er". Especially when he was so affectionate, he buried his head in her neck, wandered upwards along her fair and delicate skin, then sealed her lips and licked it gently and affectionately.

At that time, he would always ask her over and over again, "Yan'er, how long will we be together?"

At first she smiled and refused to answer, deliberately sucking his appetite and saying, "Guess."

Later, he was so troubled by him that he cried and begged for mercy, and was forced to repeat over and over again: "We will be together for the rest of our lives."

Who hasn't been a slutty man? Meng Wanyan lowered her eyes and turned her head. The expression on her face gradually became colder. Her gaze moved to the mottled street light not far away. The sound was very light and it was so serious that it was unreasonable.

She said: "Lu Yanqing, let's break up."

You dumped me five years ago, but now it’s my turn to say that there is a beginning and an end.

Her voice was not loud, with a little hoarse voice in her nasal voice, but every word was clear, pushing his heart to fall from a high place.

He really wanted to touch her slender neck, and then bite it inch by inch, watching her show softness and fragility, whether begging for mercy or crazy, as long as she is his.

Lu Yanqing didn't speak for a long time, and was so quiet that Wanyan thought that time had stopped, until the person in front of her pinched her chin with cold fingers and forced her gaze to look at him.

The moment she raised her eyes, Meng Wanyan crashed into her dark and deep eyes, as if she fell into a cold and bone-broken cold pool.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled coldly, and the tumult and sinister rolling in his eyes were familiar to her, exactly the same as five years ago.

He said: "I don't agree."

Meng Wanyan was pissed off by him, her eyes slanted up, her eyes crossed his neck and Adam's apple, and then she said, "Lu Yanqing, you are still as self-righteous as before."

Arrogant, perverse, domineering, and pro-coercive. Even if he became a soldier, he still did not change to her at all.

Lu Yanqing's jaw was tense, silent, his throat was tight, and he felt a chill.

Meng Wanyan looked at him, as if she was about to destroy the last tense nerve in his mind. Her eyes were slightly raised, her pink lips were slightly raised, and she said casually, "I forgot to tell you that I'm already engaged to someone else."

Every word of the girl was like a heavy hammer, leaving no effort, hitting his heart hard and then shattering it into pieces.

Lu Yanqing stared at her face, the girl's pink lips opened and closed, as if she was still saying something, but he could no longer hear it, and could only feel the beating of his temples.

Before Meng Wanyan finished speaking, the person in front of her suddenly leaned over, her hands with a stretched vein held her hands tightly against the wall, the man sealed her lips hard, then put his tongue into her mouth, prying open the scallop teeth and entangled it.

The arm around her waist was so strong that it seemed to crush her into her arms.

The two had a huge gap in strength, and Meng Wanyan was unable to stop it. She only felt the back of her hands, her lips were numb, and her legs were soft.

She did not respond at all, nor did she push him away, but looked forward with a cold look, like a wooden man.

It was not until his quick and strong kiss slowed down, lingered into her ear, and finally gently licked the tip of her red ear with the tip of her tongue, and then he spoke softly and said, "I'm sorry."

He had thousands of words to say, but it was far less fatal than a single word of her.

Meng Wanyan's body leaned against the wall. Fortunately, she did not slide to the ground with the support behind her. She put her hands on his chest, tried hard to adjust her breathing, and slowly pushed him away.

The emotions between her eyebrows and eyes were cold, her lips were red and swollen. Looking at him at this time was like looking at a stranger, and she didn't even have the strength to sarcasm.

He had finished all the things he should say, and he wanted to kiss him.

Meng Wanyan said: "Lu Yanqing, you go."

Lu Yanqing looked at her deeply and finally stood up slowly, like a giant beast pierced by thousands of arrows, with dark eyes falling into a state of disgrace.

"Okay, I'll go."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The man's figure was submerged in the thick darkness and was cut by light and shadow step by step. He wore a black shirt with a solitary background and walked very slowly.

Meng Wanyan looked at him and left. The back disappeared for a long time. Only then did she realize that she came back to her senses. She took a step and realized that her legs were numb.

Meng Wanyan didn't know how she walked home. Her blood seemed to be drained and her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It was not until she closed the door that she was exhausted and slid directly along the door on the cold marble floor. She curled herself up nervously and took a deep breath.

Tears came out at some point. Her shoulders shook and she hugged. After she had enough cry, she slowly took out her cell phone from her bag and found a number in the address book.

After beating, the person on the other end of the phone quickly answered.

"Hey...is it Wanyan?"

The man's voice is warm and pleasant, no matter where he or she is, it is like a warm wind, which can soothe all anxiety and mania.

Wanyan pursed her lips, wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and stopped hiding her face. She cried and said, "Doctor Lin, can you take the time to meet?"

The person on the other end of the phone obviously paused and said, "Okay."

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When Zhang Qihang arrived at the hospital, he didn't see Lu Yanqing at all. He was about to go to the nurse's desk to ask, but when he walked over, he heard several nurses chatting.

"That 302 patient should be a soldier, right?

When I went to the round with Dr. Wang yesterday, I saw his abdominal muscles, eight pieces, and his figure is really good!"

"I saw it too. I noticed it when he came over the first day. At first, I thought he was a male model, but Dr. Wang said he was a soldier and his arm was injured by the bomb."

Several female nurses are all in their early twenties. When it comes to Lu Yanqing, they have a deep impression of this person. They are 1.87 meters tall and look like European and American men. They talk less. When changing the wound, they don’t frown, especially when they are wrapped in bandages, they are full of hormones.

"The young man who came with him is also good. He has a pretty face and looks a little young. Do you think these two people have a partner?"

One of the female nurses heard this and joked: "You wouldn't want to find one of them as your boyfriend, right?

I don’t know how their salary is. If I look for a partner, I must at least have a car and a house. However, the captain named Lu is so handsome, I can consider it."

"What's the use of being handsome? You have to see the reality clearly. If his salary is not as high as you, wouldn't you have a slut?"

Several people were talking and laughing, but they didn't notice that Zhang Qihang came over. It was not until the man knocked on the front desk that he instantly brought the group back to his senses.

"I would like to ask, do you know where the 302 patients went?"

As soon as Zhang Qihang came back, he didn't see the people from the Marine Corps. He accidentally heard a conversation between several nurses. He expected that their boss was really popular, but unfortunately he had already had something to do.

Li Huan has been in charge of the rounds of 302. She was also a little surprised when she heard that the person was not there. The two were talking, and the elevator door not far away opened and a person came out from inside.

The man was tall and crisp, tall and long legs, and the cold lights in the corridor hit his face, his facial features were deep, his thin lips were white, and there was an unscathing aura gathering between his eyebrows, and some morbidity was vaguely seen.

Zhang Qihang and Nurse Li both paused and ran over quickly.

Zhang Qihang vaguely guessed where the Marine Corps went. He looked at his arm in a hurry. The black shirt was slightly bulging, and a area was darkening. Nurse Li screamed in shock. Knowing that the wound was cracked, she hurriedly supported him and couldn't help but blame him: "You are so seriously injured, why did you sneak out?"

Lu Yanqing was injured when he was out of the task. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and saved his arm. However, the wound was large and it would take at least one month to heal. He just arrived at the hospital yesterday. When he changed the dressing today, Nurse Li couldn't find anyone else.

"The wound is bleeding. Why are you so careless? I will help you back to the ward and treat you immediately."

Nurse Li touched the dampness on his right arm, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Lu Yanqing's face was gloomy, and he pulled his arm back from the woman's hand. His voice was cold, like the rain and snow of early winter, drizzling, and it was so cool: "No need, go by yourself."

With a blank hand, Nurse Li's face flashed by. Zhang Qihang knew the nature of the Marine Corps. He hated women touching him the most. He hurried to Nurse Li's position and smiled and smoothed out. "Nurse Li is so busy, I'd better do it, I'm strong!"

As he said that, he helped Lu Yanqing to walk to the ward quickly.

Among these nurses, Li Huan is one of the best looks. There are many people chasing her, but she has a high vision. Now she rarely meets someone she likes, and she is rejected when she takes the initiative to care. She goes to prepare medicine with some annoyance. Several young nurses behind her cover their mouths and laugh.

Zhang Qihang helped Lu Yanqing back to the single ward and couldn't help but speak: "Boss, are you going to find Meng Wanyan?"
To be continued...