"Don't think too much." Song Yaoyao squeezed her hand, "Maybe she just doesn't want to bother us?"
"Among friends, what kind of trouble is this kind of thing?" Tang Xinrou was indignant, "She has the strongest personality, why didn't she find out before that she would suffer for her face?"
Although she was complaining about Xu Yue inside and out, people could hear the concern in her tone.
…
In the following time, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou went to the hospital to visit Xu Yue whenever they had time. On the other hand, Tang Xinrou, when she went to see Xu Yue again, she was directly sent to work by her.
Tang Xinrou crazily complained about "Even if she was lying on the hospital bed, she still did not forget her own job", should she be praised for her dedication? Is it better not to die
After the animation was finished, Song Yaoyao uploaded it to the website and left it alone.
An anthropomorphic animation based on cats. Each sweet little story has no deep meaning, but it will make people feel better after reading it.
This day, after visiting Xu Yue again.
"Yoyao? Why did you come to the hospital? What's wrong with you?"
Song Yaoyao looked up, and saw Song Wenchuan who had just walked in from the outside. He looked at Song Yaoyao with worry on his face.
"No, I'm here to see my friend." Song Yaoyao pointed behind her, "What about you?"
As soon as the question was finished, Song Yaoyao regretted it.
She paused, and was trying to find a topic to cover up, when Song Wenchuan had already said, "I'll come and see Mom... You, do you want to go and see together?"
To be honest, Song Wenchuan just asked casually out of politeness, he didn't think Song Yaoyao would be willing to see Zhou Manli.
After all, from Zhou Manli, she has never received any maternal love.
Song Yaoyao was slightly taken aback, and she didn't expect Song Wenchuan to propose an invitation.
The words of refusal twirled around her lips, and Song Yaoyao nodded, "Okay."
"How about you first..."
The voices of the two sounded at the same time, Song Wenchuan was unexpected, and he swallowed back the words that followed. It took a long time before he said: "Then let's go, she lives on the twelfth floor."
"Um."
The elevator was very quiet. The private hospital did not have many patients every day like the People's Hospital. The two stood side by side. Song Yaoyao looked down at her toes, wondering what she was thinking.
Song Wenchuan moved his lips, and said with a complicated expression: "You... don't be afraid, she can't speak now, and can't scold you anymore."
"I know."
Song Yaoyao raised her head and smiled at him when she heard this.
Suddenly asked him: "Is it my fault?"
"Huh? What?"
After a few words, with a 'ding', the twelfth floor arrived.
Song Yaoyao stepped out of the elevator, "I have the ability to cure her."
But she didn't take care of it, and she didn't plan to do it in this life.
Hearing this, Song Wenchuan laughed. He patted Song Yaoyao's head lightly with his big palm, "Don't think too much, it's all arranged by fate. Speaking of which, I didn't believe in this before, but now, I believe in fate more and more." He shook his head , suddenly sighed, "Actually, this is pretty good..."
After Song Wenchuan finished speaking, he paused and found that Song Yaoyao was looking at him from the side.
He raised the corner of his lower lip, "It's much quieter."
There will be no more endless quarrels, scolding, and favoritism. Now that she is lying quietly on the bed, someone will take good care of her. He also tried his best to find a famous doctor for her, but he couldn't do anything about her situation. Now Song Yaoyao said that she could cure it, but she also expressed her attitude that she would not help.
Song Wenchuan was very calm in his heart, he asked Song Yaoyao with a wry smile, "Do you think I'm cold-blooded?"
Lying on the hospital bed was his mother who gave birth to him and raised him, but he was able to give up the only hope that could make her stand up.
Song Yaoyao didn't answer, "You're right, this is fate."
Song Wenchuan patted her on the head and pushed open the door of the ward.
The room was quiet, only the skinny Zhou Manli was lying on the bed with her eyes closed as if she was dead.
Hearing the movement, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, delighted when she saw Song Wenchuan's figure. But in the next second, before the joy completely climbed into the eyes, the face was filled with an emotion that could be called disgust.
She stared at Song Yaoyao, but her body couldn't stop shaking.
There was still an indistinct scream in his mouth, "Ahhhhhh..."
Song Yaoyao squinted her eyes, and stood indifferently at the door.
She watched Song Wenchuan walk up quickly and hold down the crazy Zhou Manli, and at the same time pressed the call bell.
Zhou Manli kept struggling on the bed, but her face was always facing Song Yaoyao firmly, which made her body and her head form a strange arc. The upper body was stiff, and those cloudy eyes stared at her without blinking.
Fear flashed across his eyes.
fear-
Song Yaoyao was sure that she read it correctly.
It's just that she hasn't seen Zhou Manli for a long time. Why is the other party afraid of her
She didn't think that her previous threats could cast a psychological shadow on Zhou Manli for the rest of her life.
That would be fun.
Song Yaoyao approached step by step, and finally stood by the bed.
As she approached, Zhou Manli's reaction became more intense.
"Oh, get out... ah, get out!"
Her voice was slurred, and as she spoke, saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth uncontrollably.
Song Wenchuan's face was cold, and his thin lips were tightly pressed, "Mom! Can you calm down? Don't have such great malice towards Yaoyao?!" He couldn't understand Zhou Manli's behavior. Song Wenchuan's eyes only made him feel deeply tired.
Very tired.
"ah!!"
Zhou Manli was persistent and didn't listen to Song Wenchuan's words at all.
Her eyes were wide open, and she was about to burst into tears.
Song Yaoyao's excellent power allowed her to catch the red blood in Zhou Manli's eyeballs, making her look weird and hideous.
"Yoyoo, sorry..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Yaoyao stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Zhou Manli's hand, and approached her face, her eyes met.
The air froze for a moment, and Zhou Manli forgot to scream.
Song Yaoyao's smile didn't reach her eyes, "Are you afraid of me? Why?"
"ah!!!"
Under Song Yaoyao's gaze, Zhou Manli's pupils constricted, her nose fluttered rapidly, and in the next second, a scream that almost pierced the eardrum broke out.
Song Wenchuan immediately grabbed Song Yaoyao's wrist and led her away from Zhou Manli.
"careful."
Doctors and nurses rushed over at this time, but it was a pity that Zhou Manli seemed to have made a mistake and could not comfort her at all. In the end, she had no choice but to inject her with a tranquilizer.
Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan stood by the window, watching Zhou Manli fall asleep unwillingly.
The doctor seemed to have ordered something, but Song Yaoyao didn't listen.
In the end, she and Song Wenchuan walked out of the ward one after the other, and walked for a long way until the elevator, when Song Wenchuan said guiltily, "My dear, I'm sorry, I thought..."
After such a long time, Zhou Manli should no longer hold so much malice towards Song Yaoyao. Facts have proved that he thought too much.