Mr. Shen changed his words in time, "If you can be cured, it would be a great merit!"
"What kind of meritorious deeds are there, Grandpa, why are you two muttering?"
The boy came in, holding a bag in one hand.
"Yo? Ah Xun is here!" Old Master Shen's eyes lit up, he looked at Song Yaoyao meaningfully, and waved to Shen Xun, "Come here and sit down."
Faced with grandpa's enthusiasm, Shen Xun was quite uncomfortable.
He raised his eyebrows, walked over and sat down.
Greeted Song Yaoyao politely, "Brother, are you there?"
"Snapped-"
Old Man Shen blew his beard and stared, and slapped him on the forehead.
"What's your name, big brother?!"
You are so capable, but you turned people into your girlfriends!
Song Yaoyao didn't sit with the old man for long. After the old man made a selection, he would contact her again.
At this point, Mr. Huo was taking a lunch break, so Song Yaoyao didn't bother him.
She went to visit Song Wenchuan first.
After acupuncture.
The man lay quietly on the hospital bed, taking long breaths. There was a pink scar on his forehead, and his chest heaved slightly with his breath.
If you don't observe carefully, I'm afraid he will be a corpse.
The instrument connected to his body was quiet and never reacted at all.
Song Yaoyao held the book and sat quietly beside him.
The windows of the ward are open, and the weather today is fine, with occasional temperature rises.
The sunlight flooded the entire room, dispelling the smell of disinfectant.
The man's eyes were closed tightly, he lost a lot of weight, and his spirit was no longer exuberant. All that was left for him was sickness and paleness.
"Click—"
The door of the ward was pushed open.
Song Yaoyao looked up, and the middle-aged man who caught his eyes was much older than the naked eye.
In the past, Song Wenchuan was in charge of the company's affairs, but now everything falls on him alone.
Flying continuously at home and abroad, I can only have a little respite until today, so I plan to come and see Song Wenchuan.
There were many bodyguards outside, and Zhou Manli complained to him in a shrill voice when she returned home, saying that Song Yaoyao, a dead girl, was against her every day. They even sent many bodyguards to guard the ward and refused to let her in to visit.
to this—
Song Rui was not angry, but relieved.
Zhou Manli undoubtedly loved her son, but her love was sometimes extreme. If she was left alone with Song Wenchuan, maybe she would do something stupid.
With Song Yaoyao around, he felt much at ease.
It was strange, this daughter who had never liked him. Looking at it now, he only felt more and more strange.
The four eyes met, and then quietly moved away.
Song Yaoyao stood up, clipped the bookmark, and stuffed the book into the bag.
Nodding slightly to him, she quietly left Song Rui with her schoolbag on her back.
"You—" He opened his mouth, then closed it resentfully.
But Song Yaoyao ignored him at all, walked out of the ward and went to the elevator.
Song Rui hurriedly looked at Song Wenchuan and breathed a sigh of relief. Song Yaoyao took good care of him, this daughter who has never received his attention and is like a transparent person at home. But it was the one who came the most frequently after Song Wenchuan's accident.
On the other hand, Song Jingwan, whose older brother was older and younger, who pestered Song Wenchuan every day, refused to come no matter what.
"Yoyy—"
Song Rui was out of breath, and finally caught up with Song Yaoyao before she got into the car.
"What's up?"
Huo Jiu narrowed his eyes, and was already on alert, standing in front of Song Yaoyao.
Song Rui rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, and said, "The day after tomorrow is your birthday - and Jingwan's birthday. Mom and Dad are going to hold a birthday party for you at home, and invite your classmates and friends from Dad's business to celebrate. You , will you come?"