"It has nothing to do with you..." Meng Xiaoya stammered and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
Xiao Weizhou quickly caught up with them in the corridor, panting but unable to hide his joy: "Yaya, when did you get here?"
Meng Xiaoya turned her head away, determined not to look at the man who was speaking.
Zhang Moyan took over the conversation: "We have been here for a long time and have been sitting in the house. Mr. Xiao, you didn't even see us."
Xiao Weizhou wiped his forehead and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, there were too many people around just now, and I didn't pay attention for a moment..."
"Anyone with even a modicum of aesthetic sense should have noticed me after all this time!" Ms. Meng blurted out. She was dressed so beautifully today, wouldn't that make her instantly recognizable in the crowd?!
Xiao Weizhou was speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment. Ms. Meng realized that her intention of coming here in full makeup seemed to have been exposed, and she became even more angry. She broke away from Zhang Moyan and tried to leave.
"Yaya," Xiao Weizhou, who always had a dignified and self-possessed appearance, called her and explained in a panic, "There are so many female comrades in the room... You know me, I never look at you too much. It's just that I didn't expect you to come here today... I'm sorry..."
Xiao Weizhou spoke a few words haltingly, like squeezing toothpaste, and was almost rubbing his hands.
But it still had an effect. Ms. Meng stopped, turned half her face to the side, and sobbed and condemned: "You are always so nice to others, but you are the worst to me!"
Xiao Weizhou felt as if he had been wronged: "...How can you say that? I didn't do that..."
"You were so enthusiastic towards everyone just now, and you even defended the intern nurse!"
Ms. Meng's nose is as red as a radish, and her watery eyes make anyone feel pity for her.
Xiao Weizhou was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed: "You're talking about this!"
As he walked forward, Zhang Moyan suddenly realized that Mr. Xiao's posture was surprisingly elegant, vaguely reminiscent of Xiao Xingyu.
"Yaya," Xiao Weizhou said in a gentle voice, his gaze fixed on Ms. Meng, whose eyes were red. "It's been many years since we last met. Now that you're here, why don't we have lunch together?"
Ms. Meng stirred, her reaction a little slow. After a long while, she looked down at her watch and said coldly, "It's only 10:15. Why are you having lunch?"
Xiao Weizhou seemed to choke, but his eyes were still fixed on Ms. Meng. He pursed his lips and said, "...Then, let's go have a cup of coffee first."
Ms. Meng raised her head and looked at Xiao Weizhou suspiciously: "Don't you only drink tea and not coffee?"
Xiao Weizhou actually showed a little shyness at the question, and smiled slightly: "Oh... coffee shops usually sell tea, right?"
"...What about those people in the ward? Are you going to ignore them?"
"Oh, they're here to see Dad."
…
Zhang Moyan silently and consciously withdrew from the place at that time. She didn't think that the situation still needed her as a light bulb to be present. Besides, the time for her appointment was almost up.
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