Demos stood in front of Tang Lin's bedside and was about to appear when someone entered the ward.

It's Fan Peiyang.

Demos almost subconsciously wanted to kick him over, but suddenly he found that the other party was holding a plate of washed apples in his hand.

The apples are red and big, and they must taste sweet and crispy...

No, Moss got rid of his distraught thoughts and shifted his gaze from Apple to Van Peryang.

The man rolled the cuffs of his shirt to his elbows, and his hands were still covered with undried water droplets.

So he washed the apples?

Washed for Tang Lin?

That bastard Fan Peiyang would wash apples for Tang Lin?

"Which one do you want to eat?" He pushed the plate in front of Tang Lin.

Tang Lin chose the right and the last one was very serious and pointed to the most round and beautiful one.

Fan Peiyang smiled, put the plate on the table beside the bed, picked up the apple that Tang Lin picked up, and began to peel the apple.

Demos: "…"

Washing apples, smiling, peeling apples, none of these three things meets Fan Peiyang's bad guy character!

Ah, he understands.

Demos narrowed his eyes and must be Tang Lin was terminally ill, and then this guy found out with conscience and reformed.

There is everything in this world, there is no medicine for regret. Everyone is about to die. What's the use of showing their kindness?

"Go to watch the midnight event at night?" Tang Lin took the peeled apple and asked with a smile.

Fan Peiyang's expression was soft, and there were many complex emotions in his eyes. The words he could say were simple and clear: "Okay."

Well, it is still useful to show your kindness.

Demos looked at the pink bubbles flowing between the two, and didn't know whether he should be angry about Tang Lin's "just not breaking up" or felt sorry for his "overdo here".

However, Fan Peiyang in this ward finally met him in the temple with him.

Among the few Bai Tuantuan in front, he almost suspected that the one in the temple was [painted skin], otherwise there was no explanation why Fan Peiyang in the temple was full of "Tang Lin" in his heart, while Fan Peiyang in the white Tuantuan looked like a bastard... Sorry, he shouldn't use "like", it's clearly!

Now it seems to be smooth.

Because Tang Lin was sick, Fan Peiyang woke up, which was the most common saying "only you know how to cherish it after losing it."

This bloody emotional scene made Moss not want to watch it anymore, but just like the first Baituantuan, he couldn't control his hands knocking on the car window. In this fifth Baituantuan, he ordered his feet to be moved again.

He didn't leave, Fan Peiyang left first.

The secretary who was waiting outside came in and called him, saying that there was an urgent matter in the company and Mr. Fan needed to go back to deal with it.

Fan Peiyang obviously didn't want to leave, but Tang Lin was pitiful and sold him miserably, so the former became obedient.

When Demos watched the whole process, he suddenly felt that it was not only Van Peiyang who changed.

In the past, Tang Lin could only drive for a car, take a sneak shot, and move quietly with ants, but now, he would take the initiative to "confront" Fan Peiyang and be able to seize the opponent's weakness.

Although, that weakness is himself.

Van Peryang left and passed by Demos.

The latter resisted the urge to stretch his legs and trip people until the door of the ward closed again.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The green space outside the window had just been trimmed with the lawn, and the faint fragrance of grass slipped in through the gaps, as if floating without a trace.

Tang Lin put down the half-eat apple, took out his cell phone from the cabinet beside the bed, opened the album, flipped forward one by one, and flipped forward all the way to the kiss that was secretly photographed.

He watched quietly for a long time and then chose to delete.

But when the question "I'm sure you want to delete?" popped up on the mobile phone system, he hesitated again.

Demos saw that his chest was tight and his breath was short, and he appeared directly: "What else do you want to delete it!"

Tang Lin on the hospital bed was startled and almost swiped his hand to delete it. Fortunately, he directly pressed the return button at the last moment and exited the album.

Tang Lin: "You..."

"You don't have to know who I am," Demos's opening remarks became simpler and more rude, "I'll ask you why you didn't break up?"

Tang Lin opened his eyes wide, a little surprised, and a little confused: "How did you know I wanted to break up?"

Demos was tired: "Not only did I know you wanted to break up, I also knew that he couldn't remember your birthday at all. He didn't admit your relationship in the company and didn't take photos with you. I also knew that you had done the stupidest 'ant moving experiment' in history!"

Tang Lin: "I..."

Demos: "I am, don't you say you have taken away everything? He doesn't want him before he discovers it?"

Why do you stand here?

Why ask these bloody questions?

have no idea.

Anyway, I was here, so I asked, and I made up my mind for no reason. If the answer is not satisfied with him, I will kill both of them again, and even destroy the code of work, and even if I am punished, I will not make up for the mental trauma he suffered.

"Can you let me say something?" Tang Lin couldn't laugh or cry.

Demos looked at him with anger: "You can say it now."

Tang Lin sighed softly, a little helpless and a little sad: "I originally wanted to split up, but I had booked all the restaurants and prepared for a candlelight breakup dinner, but the plan did not change quickly..." He threw his phone aside, stretched out his arms to show his hospital gown, "You have seen it too, I am sick and cannot be cured."

Demos saw it, but he didn't understand. Being sick is getting sick, breaking up is breaking up. Is there any necessary connection between these two things?

Or -

"You can't bear to leave. Because you can't live long, the determination you finally made is gone again."

Demos found the answer himself.

Then he was angry at the answer.

Unexpectedly, Tang Lin looked confused: "What were you talking about?"

Demos: "…"

Memory, like fear, will not lie. Did he really guess wrong?

"I did regret it," Tang Lin pointed to the chair beside the bed and signaled Moss to sit. "Not only did I not break up with him, I also put back the things I had secretly transported away before."

As soon as Demos sat down, he heard this, he wanted to jump up again: "Why?"

Tang Lin took the apple I had eaten before and continued to chew it, muttering with his cheeks: "I don't want him to find any clues about breaking up with him."

Demos: "…Why!"

For each repeated these three words, Mos' anxiety will increase by one point.

"The time is wrong." Tang Lin picked a new apple from the plate and handed it to Demos, "I won't break up, why are you angry?" He smiled at him, sincerely, his eyebrows were naturally beautiful, "Taste one, it's so sweet."

"Click!"

It was a crisp bite and it was indeed sweet... Wait, why did he eat apples here!

"When is the wrong time," Demos asked, "you make it clear."

Tang Lin spread his hands: "It's my 'illness' and 'breakup' that collided with each other. If I mentioned breaking up now, I would say no matter how many reasons Fan Peiyang would not believe it. He would only think that I had to separate from him because I was sick and didn't want to drag him down."

Demos turned a little bit: "So he would not only not recognize his mistakes, but he would also think that you were deeply in love with him!"

Tang Lin nodded pitifully: "Isn't it a little embarrassed?"

Demos: "…"

More than just embarrassment.

When he thought of Fan Peiyang's "feeling good" to go to the next level, he was so angry that he could be crazy.

"But after I get sick, I can calm down and think about a lot of things," Tang Lin slowed down, "Actually, we have all made mistakes in this relationship."

Demos suspected that Tang Lin was sick and stupid: "What are you wrong?"

Tang Lin turned his head and looked out the window: "I was wrong that I shouldn't keep everything in my heart. I wanted him to celebrate my birthday with me, but I didn't say it, I insisted on using the 'midnight venue' to make him guess; I was unhappy that he didn't admit our relationship, but I didn't say it, and I was sulking alone; I also 'ant moving'..." He withdrew his gaze and smiled at Moss with a little embarrassed look, "You're right, this idea is stupid."

It’s obviously laughing, but it makes people feel sad.

Demos asked, “Can you change it just by saying it?”

Tang Lin thought about it and said calmly and frankly: "I don't know. But if there is communication, there is hope. People get along with each other is to get along with each other, understand and tolerate each other." After a pause, he thought of something, a little self-deprecating, and a little regretful, "Actually, I have a good working relationship with those guys at work, but when I came to Fan Peiyang, I forgot."

Demos didn't know how to follow it down.

What's even more terrible is that he actually felt that Tang Lin's "self-reflection" was quite reasonable.

No, it must be because he lacks love experience and is easily brainwashed.

"Actually, he worked very hard in this relationship," Tang Lin finished his last bite of apple, threw away the core, wiped his hands, pulled the soft and fluffy quilt and hugged it in his arms, like holding a plush toy, satisfying and safe. "He worked very hard and said that this is our company, and he must do his best..."

Demos: "You don't have to speak for him."
To be continued...