After packing up his things, Rong Heng took Rong Ting downstairs, he didn't get in the car, but just said to the driver Sun Qiming: "You send him to my room, I still have something to do."
Sun Qiming looked surprised, but he still asked, "Don't you want me to see you off?"
Rong Heng shook his head, "No, I'll take a taxi myself." He looked at Rong Ting who was obediently sitting in the back seat, and sighed in his heart, "It's getting late, you go back to the hotel with him first, I'll Go to the hospital to deliver something to your mother, and you won't be back very late. Can you take a bath yourself?"
From Rong Ting's point of view, this question is a bit insulting.
He will be six years old soon, and he has been brushing his teeth, washing his face and taking a bath by himself during this time.
Is it really okay for Father to ask this in front of strangers? He also has pride.
He straightened his back and deliberately emphasized his tone, "I will, I always take a shower by myself. I also wash my underwear and socks myself."
If Song Yuan heard this, he would definitely praise Rong Ting fiercely, making him have more face in front of strangers.
But Rong Heng is not Song Yuan, when he heard what Rong Ting said, he just gave a flat grace. This made Rong Ting very disappointed.
Rong Heng watched the car leave, then walked towards the gate of the community with the paper bag in hand. After leaving the community, he stood at the intersection, stopped a taxi and got in.
At the same time, Wu Siyu's mental state is still very good, and she even has the mind to play a game. The bed next door gave birth to a baby today and was discharged to the confinement center in the evening. At this time, there were only the two of them in the ward. is quiet.
Wu Siyu put down his phone, sat up with great interest, looked at Song Yuan and asked, "Is that cool guy chasing you today?"
cool guy
Rong Heng is indeed very cold. He hardly said a word to Wu Siyu from the beginning to the end. He has always been like this, but his fate is too good. In ancient times, he was a high-ranking emperor. The prince of the Xie family doesn't need to deal with the sophistication of the world at all.
It's just that the word "cool boy" made Song Yuan feel a little dazed, and felt like he was back in junior high school. After all, this word is really old.
"No." Song Yuan came back to his senses and waved his hand, "They are just ordinary friends."
"You may be an ordinary friend to him, but I can tell that he wants to chase you, and he cares about you very much."
"Really." Song Yuan said lightly.
"Yes, I think he's really handsome. He's a good match when he's with you. He's also quite considerate. He's running in and out today. You don't feel anything about him?"
Feel
This word is also very old.
It was so long ago that when she heard Wu Siyu ask this question, she would also think of the scene when she first saw him.
He was wearing a light blue gown, with a straight back and a jade-like crown. It is no exaggeration to say that she thinks it is the old saying that the heroine Pian Pian himself is himself. From traveling to ancient times, and even before returning, in those long years, she was always paralyzing herself, and more than once wanted to blend into that environment and become an ancient person.
If she is an ancient person, then her life has been smooth, and she can be called a winner in life.
When I met the current prince in disguise, I had a very sincere relationship with the prince, although I thought about it carefully and there were many lies and deceit. Later, after he ascended the throne, he became his justifiable wife, the current queen, and most importantly, he really loved her and doted on her alone.
But she is a modern person. She knows that there are many couples who truly love and respect each other in modern times. They have also breathed free air and lived in an environment where everyone is equal. All those things that others think are unimaginable graces On the contrary, it made it difficult for her to breathe, almost suffocating.
"Emotions depend on fate." Song Yuan smiled lightly.
Wu Siyu was startled when she heard the words, she seemed to be reminded of something from the past, and then looked down at her swollen belly, she also laughed, "Yes, this kind of thing depends on fate, some people just don't have fate."
"It's quite a heavy topic to talk about, you need to relax now." Song Yuan helped her pull the quilt, "You should take advantage of the less pain and rest more, don't worry, I will stay here tonight .”
Wu Siyu was still a little embarrassed, but of course she was moved, "Go back and rest, there are nurses and doctors here, and my husband will probably be back in the morning."
"It's hard to say about you, I'm afraid you'll suddenly feel pain in the middle of the night, and it won't work if there's no one around you." Song Yuan stood up, "Get some rest, when you really open your fingers, I think you'd be sleepy enough, I'll go Buy some coffee on the first floor, would you like something to drink?"
Wu Siyu said so, but having a baby is such an important matter, if no one is with her, she is also afraid, so she nodded, "Well, I don't drink, I drank a lot of soup today, now Still holding on."
Song Yuan went out with her mobile phone and wallet. At this point, this floor is still very lively. After all, there are many people who give birth every day.
Take the elevator to the first floor. There is a vending machine on the first floor. She bought it before, and it sells that kind of canned coffee. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Meng Jingyan sitting on a bench in the corridor on the first floor, dazed.
When she was hesitating whether to go up and say hello, he had already looked over.
"Doctor Meng." Song Yuan had no choice but to walk up to him and greeted him.
Meng Jingyan has always been gentle and refined, and the doctor in her impression is just like him. The white coat fits his temperament very well. Looking at him now, he couldn't hide his bewilderment and discomfort, which surprised Song Yuan a little.
"Ms. Song, hello." Meng Jingyan rubbed his hands a little helplessly, then smiled wryly, "If you have time, can you chat with me? I feel very uncomfortable."
Song Yuanen said, and sat down beside him.
Her grandfather was easy to get along with when he was young, but when he gets old, he is a bit difficult to deal with. Usually when he goes to see a doctor, nine times out of ten he will get angry. They praised Dr. Meng as a good doctor, which shows that Dr. Meng is indeed a very good person. He has been doing his best to treat her grandfather's illness. For this alone, she is very grateful to him from the bottom of her heart.
"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked softly.
Meng Jingyan scratched his hair weakly, "A while ago, there was a patient who was hospitalized and his condition was very bad. He went to several hospitals, and later came to us through someone's introduction, and he was examined, but the result was not very satisfactory. He didn’t know where he heard that if he bought an imported medicine and injected it, he would get better. He also asked me and begged us to arrange a nurse for him to give him an injection. I refused him at that time and told him In order to prescribe the right medicine, a situation like his cannot be treated casually."
He smiled wryly, "It seems that I didn't tell him too clearly and in detail, or that his desire to survive was too strong. He asked his family to buy medicine secretly, and hired someone outside to give him an injection."
Song Yuan was stunned.
"Just after I met you in the evening, he was sent to the intensive care unit. Just now..." Meng Jingyan was very sad, "His family is preparing to arrange his funeral. I was thinking, if I had been more patient then, if I could have persuaded His family, if I take this matter a little more seriously, won't it be like this?"
At the same time, Rong Heng came down at the hospital gate.
Holding the paper bag, he was undecided. He really wanted to be alone with her, and he was naturally unwilling to let go of such an opportunity.
If it wasn't for Rong Ting still waiting for him in the hotel room, he would also like to spend time with her in this hospital. Maybe, he could also bring her back to recall what happened when she was pregnant. Maybe, he could take this opportunity to have a good time. Tell her about what happened in Rong Ting in those five years, she is definitely willing to listen to this topic.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked to the inpatient department.
The hospital at night is far less lively than during the day, on the contrary it looks empty and quiet.
He thought that when she saw him bring these daily necessities, she might be a little moved.
Rong Heng, who had never been meticulous to this level, thought of her waiting reaction, and even began to smile on his face.
When he came to the door of the downstairs hall of the inpatient department, he walked in. When he walked into the hall and was only a few steps away from the elevator, he glanced casually and saw two people sitting on the bench in the corridor.
The man was wearing a white coat, and his head was lowered so he couldn't see his expression clearly.
The woman was sitting next to him, listening to him seriously, but looking up at him worriedly.
One of these two people was wearing a white coat and the other was wearing a light-colored overcoat. Under the light, they looked very well-matched.
This made Rong Heng easily recall those events back then. To this day, Meng Qingrong's unspoken feelings for Song Yuan and Song Yuan's unconditional trust in Meng Qingrong are still a part of Rong Heng's heart. root thorn. He knew that she only had brother-sister affection for Meng Qingrong. When he had quarreled with her in the past, he couldn't help but say some things, but he still held back. He was really afraid that she would know Meng Qingrong After Qingrong's feelings, there will be a little shake in the heart.
He admired Meng Qingrong and trusted him in government affairs and military affairs. Meng Qingrong was honest, open-minded, courageous and resourceful. Meng Qingrong is not inferior to him in terms of performance. Meng Qingrong didn't lose to him, but to that level of brother-sister relationship. If, if Meng Qingrong discovered his feelings one step faster than him, would he still have a chance? If the general's wife didn't recognize her as an adopted daughter, would he still have a chance
Thinking about the past, and looking at the scene in front of him, Rong Heng's hand holding the paper bag was clenched tightly, his veins were bulging, but his expression was still calm.