In the hospital, looking at Su Kui who was sleeping quietly, Song Cheng's heart that had been hanging high finally fell back to its original place, gently opened the door and walked out.
My friend Pei Haoran has a wicked smile on his lips, wearing a white coat, leaning against the wall with both hands in his pockets and looking gossiping, looking at him.
"Go ahead, what's the matter?"
"Huh? What?"
Pei Haoran curled his eyebrows and angered towards the direction of the ward, "Hey hey, don't pretend to be stupid!"
Glancing at him coldly, Song Cheng couldn't hide his fatigue between his eyebrows, and he found a chair at random to sit down on his temple, "It's what you see."
Pei Haoran's eyes widened, and Junxiu's face was full of astonishment, "You did it?!"
Song Cheng's phoenix eyes closed tightly, and he leaned back against the wall in a daze, without answering.
"No, isn't it?" Pei Haoran swallowed, struggling to organize the language, "When did you... When are you so stale? That she..."
Pointing to Su Kui's ward, "What did you do?" Bibi raised his wrist and raised his wrist, "Shoot a woman, you can do it, you!"
"I didn't get the burn."
Thinking of this, Song Cheng was irritated again, his knife-cut handsome face was frosty, and he grabbed his hair anxiously, and the black hair pouring from his fingertips.
Pei Haoran was surprised to see the exhaustion that was hard to hide on his friend's face. His friend, who appeared in the eyes of everyone, has always been bold, fierce and vigorous.
This decadent situation today is really—
Never seen before!
and many more!
Song Cheng said that he didn't do the scalding, which is equivalent to admitting that he did it on the neck in disguise
Pei Haoran shook his head with the traces of bruising and purple, and the sloppy expression on his face finally abated, and he walked up to him and sat down.
I hit him with my shoulder, "I said, didn't I? What's the situation?"
Looking at the injury, it was completely ruthless. They are brothers who have been playing since childhood. Pei Haoran dare not say that he fully understands Songcheng, but he knows that even if Songcheng is not a gentleman, he has never had the habit of beating women.
I don't usually do anything, but today I was taken to the hospital directly.
Pei Haoran was a little curious about the woman who was still lying in the ill, wondering what she did, which provoke Song Chengxia's cruelty.
"I..." opened his mouth, Song Cheng's voice was dry and hoarse, and he punched the wall irritably, his finger bones instantly cracked open several wounds, blood dripping.
"I don't know how to say..." With eyes closed weakly, Song Cheng put his hands on his forehead and lowered his face.
Pei Haoran was dumbfounded, and stammered for a while: "I, I'm rough! Songcheng, you're so fucking stunned! What is this for? What are you doing?"
He looked at the snow-white walls in the hospital corridor, stained with bright red blood, distressed, "Why don't you know how to say it? How about your eloquence? I remember you were a master defender in college, right? Ah, let me tell you that even if you are injured, I will not pity you! I asked the decoration team to fix this wall last week. Remember to pay the compensation to my account!"
Songcheng: "..."
A few seconds later, he said, "Get out!"
Shut up if you can't speak! He was annoying enough, he didn't need a noisy sparrow chirping in his ears.
Now, he just wants to take care of his affairs with Tang Wan quietly.
"Huh?" Pei Haoran rolled her eyes very indecently, and stared at him angrily, "This is my hospital, where do you want me to go? Let's talk, I'll also be a confidant brother today. "