Song Jingwan heard that Zhou Manli would contact Song Yaoyao no matter what happened, a smile flashed across her eyes.
She worried: "Mom, shall I accompany you to the hospital?"
"Need not."
Zhou Manli waved her hand, yelled, and gasped, "You still have to go to class, and the final exam will be in two days, so don't delay your study."
"It's okay! In my heart, mother is the most important thing!"
Song Jingwan couldn't help but dragged Zhou Manli to the hospital.
On the school side, just call to ask for leave. Anyway, she was recovering from her injuries, so she wouldn't say anything about going to the teacher or not.
Zhou Manli's check-up was done inside, and her teeth also had to be repaired. Song Jingwan was sitting outside, lost in thought, while Song Wenchuan was pushed over by the nurse.
"What's wrong with Mom?"
He raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his eyes were a little tired.
The ghost knows what happened to him, those documents sent to Hao, sometimes he fell asleep looking at them. When I woke up, I found that it had been dealt with——
That efficiency can be called divine speed.
Moreover, Song Wenchuan gradually understood the temper of another personality in him.
Domineering and arrogant. Tough means, is the type that can't be resisted in anything. When dealing with subordinates, you can either do it or get out.
That's his standard of conduct.
Moreover, he also has very low-level bad taste.
Every time before he disappeared, he would leave a message for Song Wenchuan.
The feeling of "myself" talking to "myself" made Song Wenchuan feel weird, but also ridiculous.
The feeling of waking up after sleeping and finding that the 'homework' has been completed is probably what countless people dream of
But when it does happen, the mood—
It is indescribable.
Complicated, too complicated.
"She..." Song Jingwan's eyes flashed, her voice was difficult, "Mom, when she was having breakfast in the morning, there was a stone in it... Then the chair sat fine, but the chair leg suddenly broke, so..."
"So you went to the hospital?"
The corner of Song Wenchuan's mouth twitched, "What's going on recently?" His eyes flickered in thought, this was a bit too unlucky.
Song Jingwan shook her head, "Mom said she's had bad luck lately..." As she spoke, she glanced at Song Wenchuan lightly, and said hesitantly, "Also always said that it was Yaoyao who beat her..."
"gram?"
Song Wenchuan sneered, knowing that Zhou Manli was fine, he was also relieved.
For this kind of words, since he was a child, his ears were callused. It's true that Zhou Manli is his mother, but what she did, forgive Song Wenchuan for not agreeing.
As a human being, who can guarantee that it will always be smooth sailing
"How long has it been since Yaoyao came home? They haven't even met face to face, how can they defeat her?"
Sometimes he really felt that his mother was in a daze, and he really needed to ask a psychiatrist to intervene.
Song Jingwan forced a smile, "Well, I'll talk to my mother later."
talk
Song Wenchuan didn't show any expression when he heard this sentence. He glanced at Song Jingwan, shook his head, "It's useless, just let her go."
He no longer expects Song Jingwan to get along with Song Yaoyao in peace, and asking her to talk to Zhou Manli will only make the description darker and make Zhou Manli hate Song Yaoyao even more.
Catching the distrust in Song Wenchuan's eyes, Song Jingwan silently pursed her lips.
Her eyelashes drooped and her eyes were dim.
The ct was taken very quickly, mainly because Zhou Manli's waist was injured, and the doctor needed to push her.
Song Jingwan and Song Wenchuan sat outside and waited, and there was no communication with each other.
I don't know how long it has been...
Song Jingwan's cell phone suddenly rang wildly, as if being bombed.