The noise was too loud.
The welcoming guests standing at the door were startled, and Shen Yiyi, who was closest to Song Yunran, almost screamed out.
She hurriedly walked forward: "Are you okay?"
If it weren't for the concern about his face as the boss, Song Yunran really wanted to open his mouth and scream.
He covered his forehead and said in pain: "I suspect I have a concussion."
Shen Yiyi turned pale with shock.
She asked a friend to find Song Yunran's contact information and invite him out for dinner, just to thank him for his righteous words.
Unexpectedly, Song Yunran suffered a heavy physical blow before entering the restaurant.
Shen Yiyi turned her head in wonder, how could Song Yunran not see such a big door.
Before she could take her eyes back, the door suddenly clicked, and the tempered glass on the door split apart like a spider web.
"..."
Everyone looked at Song Yunran with some admiration, what a head.
When Song Yunran saw it, his face suddenly turned pale.
It was hard for him to be reborn once, so don't be knocked into a brain hemorrhage and confess here!
"Hurry up and take me to the hospital."
Song Yunran suspected that he would die soon.
So after a period of chaos, Song Yunran was sent to the nearest private hospital.
The doctor checked him: "Mr. Song, the CT results show that there is no injury in your brain, but to be on the safe side, I suggest you stay in the hospital for observation for a day."
Song Yun was as angry as a silk: "Okay."
Shen Yiyi, who accompanied her here, felt extremely guilty: "What is your home phone number, I will inform my uncle and aunt right away."
"Don't tell them!" Song Yunran refused, "If they know that I am walking and playing with my mobile phone, I will definitely be scolded."
Shen Yiyi was silent, and then said: "Then shall I hire a nurse for you?"
Song Yunran was about to nod, but then he thought something was wrong.
After all, isn't it Qin Ke's fault
If Qin Ke hadn't said hello and suddenly released Zhong Xiaofeng's big move, would he have been so excited to slam the door
Thinking of this, Song Yunran stubbornly raised his head: "Bring me my phone."
Qin Ke waited in the restaurant for a long time, but before Song Yunran's response, he left early.
Anyway, he came here today just to keep Zhong Xiaofeng, and he didn't intend to listen to Cheng Jiaming's bragging.
Halfway there, the phone rang.
Qin Ke answered the phone: "Mr. Song?"
"Well, it's me."
Song Yunran's tone was listless, as if he was about to die soon, "I sent you a location on WeChat, you should hurry over here."
Qin Ke cut to WeChat and looked: "Are you sick?"
Song Yunran didn't bother to explain: "Anyway, come here quickly!"
This sentence is full of breath, which makes Qin Ke even more uncertain whether it is sick or not.
But after hanging up the phone, he told the taxi driver to divert to the hospital.
The floors of VIP wards in private hospitals are always much quieter than other floors.
Qin Ke inquired about Song Yunran's ward with the nurse on duty. When he found it, he stood outside the door and knocked on the door first.
The door was opened by a strange woman.
The other party looked him up and down, and asked warily, "Who are you looking for?"
"Is Xiao Song always there?" Qin Ke asked.
Song Yunran's voice came from the ward: "Is Qin Ke here?"
Shen Yiyi was taken aback. She heard Song Yunran's tone of voice on the phone just now, and thought that the person being called would be a servant of the Song family, but she didn't expect it to be such a young and handsome man, who couldn't be a servant no matter what. person or caregiver.
But soon she smiled politely: "Come in."
Qin Ke walked into the ward and stopped when he saw the person lying on the bed.
Song Yunran had a bump on his forehead, which looked scary at first glance.
But he was lying there with his usual face playing with his mobile phone, and he seemed to be fine.
Qin Ke thought for a while, and then asked, "Did you bump your head? Is it serious?"
Song Yunran snorted coldly: "What did you say?"
That is not serious.
Qin Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Shen Yiyi next to him, not sure who the other party was, nor Song Yunran's purpose for calling him here.
It can't be the company's corporate culture. New employees must visit the president.
Shen Yiyi also had the same confusion in her heart, and was secretly speculating when she heard Qin Ke ask, "How did you hit me?"
"It's not all your fault." Song Yunran immediately complained, "If you sent me a message in a good manner, if it wasn't for seeing what you said, I wouldn't bump into the door."
This tone, no matter how it sounds, is not right.
Shen Yiyi frowned, and understood that she was acting like a baby.
Having figured this out, there is no need to say anything about why Song Yunran only notified Qin Ke to come to the hospital to take care of him alone.
Sure enough, Song Yunran immediately said, "You have to stay and take care of me tonight, do you understand?"
Qin Ke remained silent for a few seconds, defeated by the opponent's self-contained logic: "Okay."
Speaking of this, Shen Yiyi knew that she couldn't stay any longer.
She took the purse and said with a smile: "Then I won't bother you two. Another day when you recover from your injury, I'll treat you to dinner again."
The second half of the sentence was addressed to Song Yunran, but she saw that the young man was still staring at Qin Ke, as if she hadn't heard what she said at all, so she shrugged helplessly and left quietly.
Before closing the door, she heard Qin Ke ask again: "How can I take care of you?"
"I haven't eaten dinner yet," Song Yunran replied, "You can buy me something to eat."
Qin Ke: "Oden?"
Song Yunran: "Why is it Oden again, can't you buy something else besides this?"
Shen Yiyi took a deep breath, listening to the flirting, and thinking about her unfortunate marriage, it really made people have mixed feelings. She took a last look at the ward, and silently offered sincere blessings to the two of them with eyes instead of words.
Qin Ke stood by the bed, lowered his head and asked, "Then what do you want to eat?"
Song Yunran didn't know that the restaurants he usually likes to eat are the fixed ones, which are far away from the hospital, and they can't deliver them in a while.
He swiped the map on his mobile phone to see what to eat nearby, but after a second look, he thought the light was too dim: "Please turn on the ceiling light for me."
Qin Ke looked at the bedside switch less than half a meter away from Song Yunran, and raised his eyebrows.
Forget it, let's treat it as Mr. Song Jingui.
Can't afford to toss.
So he stepped forward to press the switch, turned his face to the side and was about to ask "Have you thought about it", when he saw the swollen bump on Song Yunran's forehead, which happened to be illuminated by the overhead light that had just been turned on, like a growth on his head. a small light bulb.
"..."
Qin Ke thought to himself, Song Yunran must not know how funny he is now, otherwise he would never have called him here.
Song Yunran was still concerned about his dinner: "This porridge shop looks good. But if it is packed, will the taste change, or should I go to the shop to eat?"
Qin Ke cleared his throat: "Let me buy it for you."
Promise me, don't go out and lose face, or you will regret it for the rest of your life.
"you sure?"
Song Yunran looked at him suspiciously, this man was reluctant to turn on the light just now, could it be...
"Aren't you trying to take the opportunity to escape? No, I have to go in person."
Qin Ke couldn't stand it anymore, stopped him and said, "Mr. Song, just give me a chance to make up for my mistakes."
His expression was too sincere to show any trace of acting.
Song Yunran shrunk back to the bed and lay down in a daze, thinking to the small light bulb on his forehead that Qin Ke really felt so guilty.
"Then you go and come back quickly." He urged, "I'm starving to death."
After Qin Ke left, Song Yunran lay on the bed, still recalling the other party's expression just now.
Qin Ke looked very nervous, almost to the point of uneasiness, but he just bumped his forehead and stayed in the hospital for observation. Those who didn't know thought he was terminally ill.
Or…
Qin Ke is just being stubborn, but in fact he has already regarded him as a father
No way, Song Yunran burst out laughing.
No need, really no need, he was not seriously injured.
Song Yunran was happy for a while, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
He turned on the light in the bathroom, and glanced at the mirror opposite the door. After a few seconds, he felt something was wrong, so he looked back.
Then he froze on the spot.
After a long time, Song Yunran rarely uttered a foul language: "Fuck!"
Why is it swollen like this!
It wasn't so serious when I first entered the hospital!
So just now Qin Ke refused to let him go out...
Is it just because he is afraid that he will be ashamed and indignantly laughed at outside
After realizing this, Song Yunran's heart could not calm down anymore.
He paced back and forth in the bathroom, before he could figure out how to face Qin Ke, he heard the door open outside.
As soon as Qin Ke entered the door, he saw Song Yunran flying over from the bathroom and grabbing his collar: "Why didn't you remind me just now!"
Fortunately, he didn't leave the hospital, otherwise Mr. Song's glorious image would be ruined!
Qin Ke was caught off guard and almost overturned the porridge in his hand.
He was afraid that Song Yunran would be scalded, so he raised his arms tactically and leaned back: "I remind you, you should sit down and eat first."
Song Yunran still had no intention of eating, he wrinkled his face and said depressedly: "Please help me to see, is it abnormally swollen?"
Qin Ke had no choice but to stare at the small light bulb for a few seconds: "It's okay, it's not serious."
"Really?" Song Yunran didn't believe it, "You don't know how hard I hit that one, and I smashed such a big piece of glass."
Qin Ke: "???"
Yes, then you are pretty good.
"Anyway, let me go first?"
He tightened the corners of his lips, trying to maintain Mr. Song's precarious self-esteem, "It's really all right, actually it's quite a bit if you look carefully..."
Song Yunran's expression was heavy: "What is it?"
Qin Ke lowered his head and looked at Song Yunran at close range for a moment.
Song Yunran's skin is very fair, and he looks like a pampered young master. His forehead is swollen, his earlobes and neck are flushed with anger, and he really doesn't look ugly, but because of the misery and resentment in his eyes, Looks more than usual...
"Well, quite cute." Qin Ke replied in a low voice.
The two were too close, and their warm breath intertwined, combined with Qin Ke's deep and gentle voice, made Song Yun stunned.
When the consciousness finally returned, he was already sitting on the bed and eating porridge.
Qin Ke praised him for being cute just now.
Song Yun then came to his senses belatedly, Qin Ke actually praised him for being cute? !
reasonable
Is this what a son should say to his father
Song Yunran swallowed a mouthful of porridge and decided to revive the family tradition.
He glared at Qin Ke who was sitting on the sofa, and threatened viciously: "Remember, this matter is not allowed to spread to the outside world. If there is a third person who knows, be careful, I will block you!"
Qin Ke nodded as usual: "Okay."
After pausing for a while, he asked again slowly, "But Mr. Song, isn't it too much that you asked me to keep secret?"
"..."
Song Yunran thought desperately, sooner or later he would be pissed to death by this rebellious son.