Chapter 202 Let’s break up, Mr. Liang
Meng Ying smiled, with tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm pretty good too."
Mrs. Chris stayed with her until night.
Ange is here.
With a thermos bucket, inside is the soup stewed by the family servants.
He didn’t ask Meng Ying anything else. He just asked her to finish the soup, then sat down on the escort chair here, opened his notebook, and exported the script he had recently written for Meng Ying to give her opinions. .
Meng Ying was shocked by the other party’s abstract montage idea. She thought it was very fresh, “When will it start.”
“After Chris’s course ended, my parents helped me form a group, Meng Ying, can you come and visit me?”
“If I have time”
"Thank you for not rejecting me."
When Liang Jincong called, Meng Ying had just finished the infusion. There was something wrong with the indwelling needle on the back of her hand, so she had to re-prick it. Ange had not yet Go, sit aside and tell her the sequel of the script vividly.
Meng Ying's phone rang. Ange politely stopped talking and motioned for her to answer the phone.
Meng Ying took a deep breath.
She clenched her fingers and stared at the ringing phone.
Finally, her fingertips were trembling, and she handed the phone to Ange. When she met his confused gaze, Meng Ying suppressed her emotions and said, "My boyfriend's call. I want to break up with him. Can you answer it for me?"
The air was silent for more than ten seconds.
The phone call stopped and came back.
Ange took it and said, "Okay, as a friend, I will help you, but are you sure?"
Meng Ying nodded heavily.
Fingers dropped.
Ange answered the phone.
The anxious voice of the man on the other end froze after the first byte. Ange spoke fluent English and interrupted Liang Jincong's words.
Ange’s words were even very gentle.
"Meng Ying is resting. She is tired. What can you do?"
But Liang Jincong's voice suddenly stopped as if someone had strangled his throat in an instant.
A long minute passed.
Liang Jincong's voice was tight, "Let Meng Ying answer the phone."
Ange, "Baby, a man who claims to be your boyfriend asked you to answer the phone, will you answer? Oh you If you don’t answer, okay, she said, tell me what you want.”
“Listen, no matter who you are, let Meng Ying answer the phone!”
Ange listened to the voice of a man's emotional breakdown coming from the phone.
He looked at Meng Ying.
Meng Ying took the phone, her voice was trembling, but her words were clear, "I'm here, Liang Jincong, let's break up."
After saying that, both of them fell silent.
This silence tears each other apart.
Meng Ying lowered her head, and a tear ran across the end of her eye.
She couldn't hear the answer, so she said again, "We break up. If you don't answer, I will treat it as your acquiescence."
"I don't agree. Meng Ying, listen. I don't agree!"
"I'm just telling you that we're breaking up! I didn't ask for your consent or not. It's over, Liang Jincong." After saying that, she was like an ostrich. , hung up the call, and tried to block him with trembling fingers to block subsequent calls, but Meng Ying hesitated, so she set the mute setting.
Put your phone under your pillow.
Cover your face with your hands.
Shoulders trembled slightly.
Ange stood beside the hospital bed. He wanted to comfort her, but at this time, she did not need his comfort, so Ange left the ward and smoked in the smoking area in the corridor.
Han Yunzhu heard a knock on the door.
The sound was so loud that she was startled.
"Who is it?" When he opened the door, he saw an extremely handsome oriental man with a tall figure and a perfect figure wrapped in a smoky gray haute couture suit. Han Yunzhu was shocked by the man's superior appearance and was stunned for a few seconds, so when he rushed in, When she was twisting the door handle of Meng Ying's room, she realized and ran over to stop him.
“What are you going to do!” She spoke in Korean.
The other party doesn’t understand.
Liang Jincong asked in English, "Where is Meng Ying?"
He called Meng Ying's name, patted the door panel, and asked her to open the door.
Han Yunzhu's eyes widened, "Are you her boyfriend?"
"Ah, stop knocking, she's not here, she's in the hospital! You actually have the nerve to come? Thank you for your growth He must be so handsome!"
"Where is she?" Liang Jincong heard a foreign man's voice on the phone. He couldn't get through the phone, and his whole body was tense. He got off the plane. Rushing all the way over, she grabbed Han Yunzhu's shoulders tightly and said, "Where is Meng Ying!"
Han Yunzhu was stunned by the man's powerful aura and couldn't breathe.
He stammered and didn't say anything.
The man asked again.
Han Yunzhu finally recovered, "She, she is in the hospital."
She said the ward number.
Liang Jincong turned and left, and Han Yunzhu clutched her chest and gasped. Oh my god, what kind of boyfriend did Meng Ying have? She felt like her blood vessels were about to burst from the pressure just now.
He quickly took out his cell phone and called Meng Ying.
Give her some air.
But no matter how hard I fight, I can’t get through.
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Liang Jincong walked out of the elevator, asked the medical staff, and walked towards the ward. There was wind at the man's feet, and he was almost jogging. His suit was still neat and without any wrinkles. He His steps suddenly stopped, and he clenched his fists.
His eyes were calm but contained waves, and he looked at the young foreign man at the door of the ward.
Silent smoke filled the air.
Ange raised his eyebrows and looked at each other.
If his guess was correct, this man should be Meng Ying's boyfriend.
He sat on the lounge chair at the door.
The two stared at each other for three or four minutes.
Liang Jincong raised his hand and loosened his tie, opened the door of the ward and walked in.
There was a fire in his chest, but when he saw Meng Ying lying on the hospital bed with a pale and weak face, all the anger in his chest immediately dissipated, leaving only heartache and a trace of irritation. , he even walked lightly to the hospital bed, but the sound of sitting on the accompanying chair still woke her up.
Meng Ying's health has improved a lot in the past two days.
She can get out of bed and walk around, but she has a bad appetite and doesn't want to eat.
Just lie in bed and rest every day.
But in the end, it hurt my vitality.
He looked tired, his face was pale, and his lips were not full of life.
The faint scent of cedar in the air stimulated her senses.
Is she hallucinating?
Staring blankly at the man sitting beside the hospital bed, with his tall silhouette, her pupils slowly widened, and then she sat up, but Meng Ying just made a move to stand up, and was supported by a pair of hands. Liang Jincong took the pillow Put it behind her and make her half-lying.
Putting his palm against her forehead to test her body temperature, "Don't move around and infuse properly."
Meng Ying's nasal cavity was sore.
Open your face sideways.
Dodge the man's hand.
His palm fell and slowly tightened as she moved.
"Liang Jincong, I made it very clear on the phone, let's break up." His wrist was suddenly restrained.
Meng Ying bit her lip.
Then the man's chin was pinched by the man's jaw, and her face was straightened.
When he met his deep eyes, there was a coldness in them.
But the man's voice was a little trembling, "Meng Ying, I pretend I have never heard this sentence."