Song Qingyu smiled and said, "This is also no way."
After that, she took a set of sportswear and went into the bathroom, ready to take a shower, and said, "Okay, I'm going to the hospital. I will send you the address in a moment and come here."
"Good!" Lilian naturally agreed immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyu packed up a few things after taking a shower.
Mo Beiyan exercised longer than her. When she came back, she saw her collecting things, and her heart sank, and her voice couldn't help but become high-pitched: "Bai Qingyu, what are you doing!"
Good to pack things up, is this going to go
How could he not be flustered even if she left without even discussing it
Song Qingyu was taken aback, raised her head and looked at him with a dazed expression: "What are you yelling at?"
Mo Beiyan: "..."
Damn it, nothing, nothing happened. When I came back from the exercise, I saw my daughter-in-law was packing her things and was running away from home. He still couldn't be upset and could not yell at him
"Mo Beiyan, you actually yell at me? You haven't gotten married yet, you yell at me for no reason. After you get married, if nothing happens, you may have domestic violence?" Song Qingyu's things are almost cleaned up. Then, she closed the zipper of the small luggage bag, raised her head and pinched her waist and stared at Mo Beiyan.
Inexplicably startled by the shout, she has a temper.
"You..." Mo Beiyan was a little weakened by her aura, and suddenly became a little weaker: "What are you doing so neatly and neatly? Don't you say you can't go to F country?"
He found himself a step down.
Seeing that his aura suddenly became shorter, Song Qingyu lost his temper. He felt amused in his heart, but his face was still tight, saying: "Did I say I am going to country F? You treat me like this. Fierce, what do you want to make?"
"I'm not..." Mo Beiyan touched his nose, embarrassed by her harshness, and walked forward to hug her.
Song Qing retreated quickly, without letting him hold anyone.
With this escape, Mo Beiyan's face immediately changed: "Bai Qingyu, what do you mean?"
"You just yelled at me, just forget it?" Song Qingyu stood there with his arms around his chest, and decided to give him a look.
Mo Beiyan: "..."
He froze for a second, then laughed suddenly, and said, "I am too loud, and I apologize to you. But... Should you also explain, pack things in a good manner without discussing things, and you are going to run away from home? Looks scared me. Does this count as a thing?"
Song Qing: "..."
Okay, he's going to general!
She smirked in her heart, but said: "Afterwards, Zhuge Liang, you scared me so many cells to death, did you just apologize?"
"You..." Mo Beiyan was overwhelmed by her words.
He walked over strongly, ignoring Song Qing’s objection, and hugged her into his arms, tightly hooping her so that she could not have the slightest struggle, then said: "I admit my fault, but are you not at all wrong? Say it yourself!"
Song Qingyu had a temper when he was yelled at at first, but seeing him short of his imposing manner so quickly did please her, so she had no temper in her heart. Also deliberately hanging him, to see what he can do for himself.
As a result, he could really put down his figure, but it made her feel very comfortable: "I will pack something, what's wrong? I was planning to discuss it with you when you came over, who asked you to yell at me as soon as you walk in?"
Mo Beiyan looked down at the little man in his arms, and said angrily: "You have packed everything, and then discuss with me. Is this still called negotiation? My Chinese ability is not that bad. This should be called telling. ,Ok?"
Song Qingyu finally couldn't hold it back, and laughed out loud.
She sighed and told him what Lilian had just told her, and then said: "So Uncle Mo, now is the time to show your ability!"
"It's also a way." Mo Beiyan nodded. He let go, went to the bedside, picked up the phone, looked for the number over and over and said, "I will tell Lao Xing and let him arrange it for you."
Now I am admitted to the hospital, but I have to pretend to be the same as I was admitted a few days ago. Not only the case but also other things need to be done.
Song Qingyu nodded and said, "Also, don't miss any omissions on the financial side of the hospital, and make a full set."
"I know." Mo Beiyan glanced at her, his eyes full of petting.
His little fox is really smart, and there is no one who can come up with such a good way to solve the crisis for himself!
It took Mo Beiyan five minutes to call Xing Qiaofeng to arrange all the details, and repeatedly told Xing Qiaofeng that he must not miss anything.
After hanging up the phone, he said to Song Qingyu: "Let's go, I will take you to the hospital now."
Secret hospitalization. With Mo Beiyan's background, it is not difficult for Bai Qingyu to "hospitalize" silently for several days.
So Song Qingyu had been admitted to the hospital that day, and Xing Qiaofeng had arranged all the details in less than two hours.
Lilian also rushed to the hospital.
Seeing Mo Beiyan sitting aside and working with the notebook, Lilian nodded to him, and then walked towards Song Qingyu: "I will put on you some makeup."
"Taking pictures?" Song Qingyu asked with raised eyebrows.
Lilian moved quickly, took out the cosmetic bag, and smiled: "Otherwise?"
If you want to "leak secrets", you must get some haggard and weak photos out.
Song Qingyu stopped talking, and let Lilian make up herself, making a very weak appearance, and took several bed photos.
"Tsk tusk, the sick look on this face makes me feel distressed when I see it, and I almost think it is true!" Lilian smiled.
Song Qingyu was speechless: "You show Brother Mo to see."
Mo Beiyan didn't even look good, and said, "I won't look at it."
Not to mention the enhancement effect deliberately taken by looking at the photos, just looking at Song Qingyu lying weakly sick at this time, he almost thought it was true.
After settling down, Lilian said: "I'll come back at night and bring some little tails. I will send you a message in advance when that time comes. You can figure it out."
The so-called little tail is naturally a reporter.
Song Qingyu nodded in understanding, and said, "Go ahead."
Lilian left.
Only Mo Beiyan and Song Qingyu were left in the ward. Song Qingyu looked at Mo Beiyan and said, "I'm not really sick, so go to work and leave me alone."
"Do you think that if the outside world knows that my Mo Beiyan woman is sick, I will work in the company well, credible?" Mo Beiyan raised his eyebrows and asked.
Song Qing: "..."
makes sense.
Uncle Mo's set of people outside is a mad devil who spoils his wife!
"Okay, then you will be wronged and stay with me in the hospital for two days! When things are settled, I will say that I will be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate. When I enter the Mo family, the reporter will have nothing to do with me." Song Qingyu has done everything. Well planned.
Mo Beiyan nodded and said, "Well, don't worry about follow-up questions. After the reporter comes, I will send you to the hot search!"
As for why Song Qingyu was injured, he also made arrangements.
Song Qingyu was very satisfied, looking at him with a smile on his face, and said: "I found out, I have seen you such a big money, my life seems to be hanging out."
"..." Mo Beiyan didn't like the word "big money" very much: "It sounds like I am a nouveau riche."
Song Qingyu sneered and said, "Well, I'm the nouveau riche."
Mo Beiyan didn't speak any more and continued to work.
To talk about opening up, if she didn't have the ability, how could she be able to be like opening up, even if he was able to carry it all the way