He withdrew his hand, his gaze slightly lowered.
Seeing that he wasn't typing to her anymore, Feng Guang asked curiously, "Aren't you Qi Jue's cousin? How come you're good friends with Yan Gui?"
“He is my neighbor, we grew up together.”
When Feng Guang saw the words he typed, she understood that Yan Gui and he were childhood friends. She smiled and said gratefully, "Thank you for taking care of me in the hospital. Since Yan Gui asked you to stay with me here, you two must have a very good relationship."
"Just average."
Feng Guangmo took this answer as a haughty response, and simply smiled and said, "Thank you so much for being here, but I've woken up now and there's nothing seriously wrong with me, so why don't you go back first?"
He shook his head, then picked up the insulated box from the table and opened it. Inside was a bowl of porridge. He handed the bowl to Feng Guang, and without saying anything, everyone understood what he meant.
Feng Guang felt a strange mix of emotions. She took the porridge and softly said, "Thank you."
To be honest, she was indeed a little hungry.
She took a spoonful of porridge with great restraint, then secretly glanced at the man sitting next to her. He was staring at her intently, making her feel incredibly pressured.
Even she didn't understand why she was under so much pressure.
Finally, she couldn't help but weakly ask him, "It seems quite late now, aren't you going home?"
He shook his head.
Feng Guang suddenly didn't know what to say. If this man were like when they first met, with his head down and seriously playing on his phone, she wouldn't feel this creepy feeling now.
Moreover, it seemed that her parents hadn't come yet, which she found strange. Didn't her parents know that she was injured and hospitalized? But that was fine too. She didn't want her parents to worry about her. Once the man left, she would call her father and tell him that she would stay at Mu Xun's house.
However, Feng Guang seemed to have misjudged the situation. After she forced herself to finish a bowl of porridge, the man sitting by the bed did not intend to leave for even a moment.
She was a little confused, so she asked again tactfully, "Aren't you sure you want to go home and rest?"
This time, he didn't even shake his head. He simply typed a message on his phone and showed it to Feng Guang: "The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for observation. I'm observing you."
Is there something wrong with your brain?!
The doctor's suggestion of hospitalization for observation doesn't mean this kind of observation!
As Feng Guang was pondering how to tactfully explain things to him, she noticed his phone displayed a caller ID. The caller's name was saved as "250," and for some reason, she had a strange intuition that it was Yan Gui calling.
Even after he answered the phone, he remained silent.
Feng Guang couldn't be sure if it was Yan Gui or not, so she asked anxiously, "Did Yan Gui call?"
He glanced at her, nodded, and then hung up the phone.
It got hung up...
Fengguang, who had just opened his mouth, couldn't bring himself to say the words, "I want to talk to Yan Gui."
What's this?
ah?
Is this man lacking in emotional intelligence or just low IQ?
Normally, if he received a call from Yan Gui, shouldn't he hand the phone to her, Yan Gui's girlfriend, and talk to her?
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