Bai Jingan choked on her words.

The latter part is right, but the former part doesn't mean that at all.

His younger sister let oneself pull down face, Bai Jingan headache, keep winking, let Lu Xiao to get people away.

Lu Xiao has no way, coax to say: "star, we go back."

"No, I haven't made it clear yet, brother. You're talking." Bai Muyou asked.

What he said, what he said!

Bai Jingan had no choice but to clean the table. He took off his white coat and threw it on the table. Then he said, "I'm out. Remember to take the door with me when you leave."

Bai Muyou still does not give up and shouts: "brother, where are you going? Will you come back at night?"

For the first time, Lu Xiao was very glad that his mother didn't give him a whole sister.

"Star, let me take you home."

this time, Bai Muyou didn't refuse, but he thought in his heart that he must go out tomorrow to find out. If one time is not enough, he will come more.

Out of the door of the hospital, it was already dark.

Approaching winter, it's getting late very quickly. It's just over 7 o'clock now.

He made a phone call to the hospital. He didn't go in the evening, so Bai Jingan drove around the city.

He didn't know where he was going. When he stopped, he saw himself stop downstairs.

Looking up, I don't know what it's like in my heart. The hand holding the steering wheel is tight. I want to leave, but I can't bear it.

He felt like a fool, staring at the time, waiting for several hours, watching quiet coming back soon, he wanted to leave again.

In this way, over and over again, when Bai Jingan looked up again, through the glass window, he saw that the woman in his heart was also looking at him.

At that moment, it seemed that the world was still.

However, just a glance, the woman went straight in, even without a look of charity.

At this moment, Bai Jingan only felt ashamed. He suddenly opened the car door, got off the car, looked at the figure leaving quietly and yelled: "be quiet."

Just think of the method of many people, it is so easy to shout it out.

Calm, calm, he pretended to be too perfect.

And quiet really turned around and asked, "what's the matter?"

His eyes were plain, without the slightest fluctuation, with his heart also a little bit torn.

It's like looking at a stranger.

Throat choked, all the words were blocked in it, he said: "nothing, passing by, to see you."

There was another silence.

Under the light of goose yellow, there is only a distance of one meter between the two people, but for Bai Jingan, it is like a gap that can not be crossed.

"Go back, rest early, and I'll go."

Turn around, turn around, get on the car, start the engine, leaving only a row of exhaust, people, go.

Quiet standing in place for a long time, cold invasion of the night, her whole face cold, but no half of the reaction, after a long time, murmured: "I am not a three-year-old."

It's remote here. I don't know how to pass by.

The sound dissipated in the air, and no one could hear it except herself.

He sighed quietly and went back.

Bai Muyou has not known how many times to find the studio.

Lu's place is big. She has a poor memory. Apart from the president's office, I'm afraid she can only know where the toilet is.

But Mu Bai you, a curious friend, wants to know her.

People around do not know how many times with strange eyes, but no one step forward.

Finally, the cleaning Auntie couldn't look down and asked, "little girl, what are you looking for?"

"Looking for..." Bai Mu you scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he didn't know who he was looking for.

Yesterday, she forgot to ask her name.

How can I find it like this.

He shook his head in distress. "Auntie, I forgot to ask her name."

Aunt cleaning was stunned. Even if she told her, she didn't know her.

Then he asked, "you know where you're going."

This time, Bai Muyou nodded, "I know this, shooting studio."

With someone leading the way, it's much smoother. Bai Muyou waved with a smile and said, "thank you, auntie."

"You're welcome."

She opened the door secretly and went in quietly.

It's busy inside. There are many people going in and out. No one will pay attention to it.

Besides, she's sneaking in, no one knows.

Looking for a circle, only to see in addition to people or people, white Mu you chagrin hair, early know not so rash come in, just see people can not see who.Or come back next time.

Bai Muyou convinced herself that when she was about to leave, she put her hands on her shoulders and heard a man saying, "Miss Bai."

White Mu you suspicious back, a smiling face chant, in addition to familiar, no longer feel.

"I'm Meng an. You may not remember. Last time, you saved me and sent me to the hospital with the president. At that time, my hand was injured."

Meng an warned.

When Bai Muyou came in, Meng an had already seen it, but she was not sure. She was not sure until she was near.

It's certain that I feel uncomfortable, but it's nothing to think about the identity of others. After all, the identity of others is there.

The memory reappeared constantly, and Bai Muyou suddenly realized, "Oh, it's you."

Just ready to leave, and now sent her to know people, God is good to her.

Bai Muyou is thinking happily.

"Meng an, do you have anything else to do now?" Bai Muyou asked.

Originally, he wanted to intersect with Bai Muyou. In contrast, Meng an shook his head, "No."

Even if there is, it will become nothing.

Bai Muyou was very happy.

Pull her out, straight to the point, said: "I want to find a person."

"To whom, to whom?"

blames her old face and blames her.

"What's the matter?" Meng an can't understand. Is there something wrong with her sentence? She blushes.

In the end young, something is written on the face, white Mu you whispered: "but I didn't ask clearly, what's the name."

This is difficult.

No name can be found, let alone no name.

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to catch up with her. Now I think, I may have to stop cooking.

"Well, I'm sorry. I can't help."

Bai Muyou waved: "it doesn't matter. It's my reason. I'll go first. Anyway, thank you."

White Mu you sullen turned around, Meng an suddenly trot past, said: "it's better to leave a number, you know the name when you call me."

White Mu you think, this is OK, simply agreed to simply.

Take out the mobile phone, Meng an also close to the past, when she found the address book, click open the address book, inadvertently draw a number, only in a moment, Meng an saw a string of familiar numbers.

In front of me, when I looked back, I heard people asking, "what's the number?"

Meng an reported his serial number.

Waiting for her to save, Bai Muyou waved and said, "I should go back. Bye."

He was about to reach out to see the number, but he was about to ask if he could

It's just a number. Maybe she's wrong.