Rong Yue looked at Qin Chen with a look of disapproval.

Qin Chen is cynical to everyone, but still can't deal with Rong Yue's face, because he looks like Qin Mo. Although he doesn't look much like it now, she is still somewhat jealous.

Qin Chen still went out.

Rong Yue looked at Ai Mengmeng again, she immediately accepted the sadness and asked him how he was, whether it hurts or not.

Rong Yue was a little bit dumbfounded by her concern, "Do you think I will die soon?"

"Doctor Qin said that your disease is not easy to treat." Ai Mengmeng said honestly.

Rong Yue still stared at her, and did not speak for a while.

Later, he smiled: ‘If you want to know in the future, you can ask me directly, Dr. Qin... she is better at making fun of people. ’

Rong Yue still used a more elegant way, but Ai Mengmeng was still puzzled: ‘Isn’t doctor a sacred profession? ’

"Yes, but Doctor Qin is not a serious person." Rong Yue sighed, "But it's normal for you to be fooled."

Ai Mengmeng was still in shock, and it took him a long time to mutter: "But He Huan also said that you have an incurable disease...it's hard to get better."

She hesitated to say the last few words, and Rong Yue pretended to be unhappy: "If my illness gets better, will you be with me?"

"No." She became a little flustered, biting her lip for a long time without making a sound, then she looked at Rong Yue again.

He still looks calm.

Ai Mengmeng was a little anxious, and pulled his hand, with a low voice, "I didn't mean that."

Rong looked at her more carefully, his eyes flushed, and so did his small face.

He felt a little distressed, but there was a gentle smile on his face: "I believe it."

Ai Mengmeng's lips trembled slightly, staring at him for a long time as if he was poisonous.

Then she suddenly pushed him away nervously, and walked towards the window, where she stood with her heart fluctuating with emotion.

There is pain on her face.

It took a long time for her to shake her voice, "Rong Yue, you don't know anything!"

"Know what." Rong Yue's voice was a little low, not the same as his usual, like the tune of talking to a lover.

Ai Mengmeng turned her head suddenly, staring at him, and said slowly and slowly: "Do you know my past? Before I was with you, I was almost caught... Actually..."

"Don't say it." Rong Yue stopped her, her voice almost stern, ‘that’s not your fault. ’

Ai Mengmeng's expression is a little dull. It took a long time for her to repeat it in a low voice: ‘Isn’t it my fault? ’

This time Rong Yue changed to a more certain tone: "Of course it's not your fault."

His body is weak, but he persisted and walked towards her step by step.

And she could only bite her lip and look at him, and she couldn't help taking a step back, as if she was afraid and expectant...

Until, he walked up to her.

Rong Yue stretched out his fingers and gently stroked her cheek, his voice dumbed a lot: "Look towards the future, don't think about the past, those have passed, unless the scumbag is well and not punished."

Ai Mengmeng's eyes were full of tears, she bit her lip, "He is in jail and has not been released yet."

Rong Yue stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

He was thin and weak, but he insisted on giving her the warmth that a husband should have.

At this moment, he is all she can rely on, and he thinks he will live well, because he has concerns.