Shen Hongyang and Mrs. Shen hurried to see the old man in the ward, and saw that the old man had a rosy complexion and a long breath, and he was sleeping soundly.
Song Yaoyao was dizzy, and quickly slid against the wall to the ground, squatting down to rest.
"Are you ok?"
The doctor had already taken the old man for an examination, followed by a large group of people.
Shen Xun supported her, and asked with a frown.
"fine."
No wonder my grandfather didn't give acupuncture easily later on. This kind of thing is really exhausting. It takes full attention, for two full hours, Song Yaoyao only needs to think about things now, and her head feels like a needle.
She desperately needs rest.
In the distance, as soon as Huo Yunque got out of the elevator, he saw Mr. Huo leaning against the wall not far away, looking at him with a smile.
"how?"
He raised his eyebrows and continued to walk in, "What about her?"
Mr. Huo pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed.
"Hey, isn't that right? The little girl looks exhausted, which makes people feel distressed. Look, that boy from the Shen family doesn't even want his grandfather, and he is staring at Yaoyao eagerly. Let alone, The two of them stood together, quite... hey, where are you going? I haven't finished yet!"
Mr. Huo stretched his neck and was happy to see his son walking very fast.
"Still pretending to be like me, but you are pretending!"
Isn't it anxious when you see a young guy next to the little girl who is courteous
With his hands behind his back, he found a nurse and asked old man Shen which floor he was on, and went slowly.
Let the juniors solve the matter of the juniors by themselves.
Son, come on!
Huo Yunque hadn't thought about how rich Mr. Huo's mind was. He saw Song Yaoyao squatting by the wall, her face was as white as paper, and her heart felt as if she had been pricked by a needle.
Thin lips were pursed tightly, and Shen Xun said: "Can you still go? Let me take you to rest?"
"Song Yaoyao."
He suddenly spoke.
Shen Xun's back visibly froze for a moment, then quickly relaxed, and stood up to greet Huo Yunque as if nothing had happened.
"Hello."
Huo Yunque nodded slightly, walked up to Song Yaoyao with big strides, and looked down at her condescendingly, "How long has it been since you've tossed yourself like this, and want to get an injection again?"
He knew what Song Yaoyao was most afraid of, and he said this just to scare her, so that she would not work so hard.
Song Yaoyao's muscles twitched, and he can still recall that feeling to this day.
She pursed her mouth, opened her arms towards Huo Yunque, and dragged her throat delicately, "Brother, hug~"
"walk on my own."
That's what he said, but the man still bent down and hugged her horizontally.
Song Yaoyao shook her little feet and hummed, "I'm tired~ I can't walk anymore~"
Shen Xun put his hands in his pockets, stepped back to the side, his eyes darkened.
Huo Yunque clicked his tongue, "Are you still tired?"
The usually delicate little girl has a little pain and ailment, and she can cry like water floods Jinshan. Now, with a pale face, he forcibly endured it.
Song Yaoyao slipped into Huo Yunque's arms, found a comfortable position and closed her eyes.
The little hand waved, "Shen Xun, my brother and I are leaving first, and I will come back tomorrow."
Huo Yunque paused slightly, "Come tomorrow?"
There was a chill in his body, and his tone became cold and hard.
Song Yaoyao hesitated, weakly, "I definitely want it..."
After she said those words, she felt that the air around her was about to freeze into ice.
Shen Xun pursed his lower lip, looked at the back of the man holding the little girl striding away, chased after two steps, and raised his voice: "Song Yaoyao, thank you—"