The little girl's loud cries sounded in the office, panic tinged with despair.
"Brother! Brother, come in quickly!"
Huo Yunque's eyelids twitched, and when he realized it, he had already entered the office.
He looked at the man who was playing chess with him calmly just now, but now he fell on Song Yaoyao's shoulder unconscious. Frowning slightly, he calmly pushed away the heavy object on the little girl, and took the little girl into his arms.
Patting her on the back, hearing her cry so hard that she was almost out of breath.
"What's wrong?"
"He He… "
Song Yaoyao tugged on Huo Yunque's clothes, his shirt was wet with tears.
"Just in a coma, not dead."
Huo Yunque replied calmly.
"No! He! My elder brother, he..."
Song Yaoyao walked around anxiously, not knowing what to say. She was happy to see her eldest brother again, but she was also afraid that his eldest brother would really stay here.
Even, if the elder brother's soul appeared in Song Wenchuan's body, what about the original Song Wenchuan's soul
What should I do next
Song Wenchuan felt very noisy in his ears, his eyelids moved, and the dazzling white light almost made him cry.
He raised his hand, covered his eyes and sat up slowly.
Shocked by the feeling of strain and soreness on his body, he gasped and looked around with a 'hiss' sound.
The more I look, the more amazed—
"Yoyao? Mr. Huo? You... no, why am I here?"
Song Wenchuan frowned, and he shook his head, feeling that there was something he had overlooked.
His last memory is still on the way to take Jingwan home——
Yes, a car accident.
He was taken aback, "Where's Jingwan? Is she okay?"
Song Yaoyao wiped off the water stains on her face, her teary eyes were dim, and she fixedly looked at Song Wenchuan who had woken up again.
When he heard the words come out of his mouth.
Song Yaoyao was relieved, but at the same time, she was also a little inexplicably sad.
The real Song Wenchuan is back—
"Mr. Song has not recovered from his serious illness. It is best to stay in the hospital to recuperate and take care of your body. Huo Qi—" Huo Yunque patted Song Yaoyao on the back, and called Huo Qi in, "Send Mr. Song back to the hospital."
"No...but me, why am I here?"
Song Wenchuan's brain was in chaos, his eyes were confused, and all his memories ended at the moment of the car accident.
He remembered that he used his body to protect Song Jingwan in his arms.
If he can wake up, Song Jingwan should be fine, right
"And Yaoyao, you, you and Mr. Huo, both of you?" Song Wenchuan couldn't figure out the ins and outs, but seeing the intimate and natural behavior of Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque, he was angry and annoyed.
There was a car accident, one didn't pay attention, and my cabbage was smashed like this? !
Song Yaoyao watched Song Wenchuan return to her previous appearance, and burst out laughing. She stood on tiptoe and patted Huo Yunque.
Huo Yunque understood and bowed his head slowly.
Haw!
Song Yaoyao quickly pecked Huo Yunque's lips, then turned to Song Wenchuan and said, "Brother, let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend."
The stamped one!
rumbling—
It's like a bolt from the blue, and it's not over yet.
Before Song Wenchuan could react, he was beaten by Song Yaoyao's 'big brother' and couldn't find Bei, so he grinned.
"Are you willing to call me brother? You—"
"Mr. Song, you should go back to the hospital quickly. If you stay any longer, your parents will turn the whole Fengcheng upside down."
Song Wenchuan was at a loss. Logically speaking, a person who can manage the company in an orderly manner with an ability superior to Song Rui at a young age would not be so stupid.