Lin Rong left the ward and hurried to the elevator.
But in a few minutes, people should not have gone far.
Going down to the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, Lin Rong watched Rong Peiwen standing on the side of the road, as if waiting for a bus.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and walked a few steps to the other side and stopped.
"Mrs. Rong, where are you going? Let's see you off."
Rong Peiwen turned his head to look at the woman who appeared next to him, with doubts in his eyes.
Mrs. Rong, no one has called her that for many years.
She looked at the people in front of her, remembering that she had only met at the entrance of Fu Nuan's ward.
Silent each other, looking at each other, Rong Peiwen happily got into the car.
…
In the ward.
Rong Yin looked at the stew on the cabinet and asked, "Sister-in-law... Do you still drink this soup?"
Don't say it, it's really fragrant.
But looking at her sister-in-law's face, she seemed unwilling to drink.
Sure enough, Fu Nuan didn't even look at it, and replied indifferently: "Don't drink, throw it away."
Fu Sirou, who was standing on one side, looked even more ugly. Her mother's hard soup stewed, Fu Nuan fell down!
I don't know what my mother thinks, it would be unnecessary to stew soup for such a woman who doesn't know good or bad.
Rong Yin nodded, and when he was about to go to the bathroom to dump, Fu Nuan darkened his eyes suddenly and asked aloud, "Wait, what's in it?"
Rong Yin lifted the lid and took a look, "It seems to be yellow croaker soup with pickled vegetables..."
Hearing this, Fu Nuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a touch of deep knowledge passed through his eyes.
No wonder, no wonder!
Ah…
After Rong Yin poured the soup, he returned shortly after returning to the ward.
When Fu Sirou saw that the person she wanted to meet finally came, she immediately greeted him and yelled, "Brother-in-law!"
"Brother-in-law, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."
Then she walked to the table, picked up the kettle and poured water into the cup.
That voice... That expression...
Looking at such pretentious Fu Siro, Rong Yin probably understood what this woman was thinking about. No wonder his sister-in-law hated her so much, it's not for no reason!
Fu Nuan has long been familiar with Fu Siro's thoughts and her diligent tricks.
No matter, who made her husband a blue-faced disaster.
Rong Yu ignored Fu Siro's diligence, and walked towards the sick man.
The long and narrow periphery noticed the heat preservation bowl and some tonic gift boxes on the table. He frowned slightly and looked at Rong Yin, "Who has been here?"
Rong Yin's eyes motioned: One is the one who is dedicated, and another...
Although she was extremely reluctant, she still uttered bluntly: "And... Auntie."
Hearing this, Fu Sirou leaned in and said half-invitingly, "Yes, brother-in-law. My mother made a special soup for supplementing soup, and came to visit my sister with me. Who knows that my sister didn't want to drink... and even poured the soup for supplementing."
In the last words, don't mention how wronged the tone was.
The woman who twisted Rong Yu's eyebrows slightly and squinted to speak.
Seeing that he finally noticed herself, Fu Srou's heart burst into flames and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
Never thought about—
"Are you free?"
The man's cold tone, without a trace of temperature.
The smile at the corner of Fu Sirou's mouth froze, "No... No."
Rong Yu's powerful aura almost overwhelmed Fu her.
"At this time, you shouldn't be in the company, huh?"
Rong Yu's expression became more and more gloomy. When Fu Sirou saw this, the corners of her mouth twitched. She didn't know how to explain for a while, and said incoherently, "I... Brother-in-law, I... I heard that you and your sister are in the hospital, so I..."
"Oh? So your job is hospital care?"
In one sentence, Fu Siro was ashamed and impressed, as if she really came to the hospital to take care of Fu Nuan, and she lost her value.
She hurriedly defended: "No... it's not like this! I just..."
Rong Yu didn’t want to hear her say a word—
"If you don't want to go to the company, then you don't have to go."
No need to go.
Fu Sirou was startled, and heard what he meant, this was to drive her away!
No, she definitely can't leave the Rongshi Group, she can't stay away from him.
The woman bit her lower lip and apologized again and again: "Mr. Rong... I know I was wrong. Don't be angry, I will go back to work at the company now!"
With a panic on her face, she picked up her handbag and ran out of the ward as if fleeing, as if there was a beast chasing behind her.
Seeing the person leaving, Rong Yin whispered: "If you didn't slap your face just now, did you refuse to leave? You are running really fast now..."
After being "attacked" by Rong Yu's fierce sight, Rong Yin suddenly realized that he was still making a large light bulb here! She shrank her neck, only to feel a chill in her back, and immediately left with interest.
"Brother, since you're here, I'll leave first! Sister-in-law, you take good care of you, and I will see you again!"
After that, I took a walk quickly...
Fu Nuan looked at the clock on the wall, then looked up at the man standing by the hospital bed.
I have to sigh with emotion, this fellow is really high!
She was sitting in her arms, looking up at him so hard it was too hard.
The woman stretched out her hand, pulling the corner of his clothes and pursing her lips dissatisfiedly: "Come and sit down, my neck is sore..."
Listening to these words, Rong Yu smiled helplessly.
"Why did you come back so soon?"
If I remember correctly, he didn't leave until nearly nine o'clock, and now it's less than eleven o'clock, two hours, and the time on the road must be eliminated.
I have never seen him in such a short meeting...
"Do you think it's fast? Two hours, insignificant people have been bothering you."
It doesn't matter, it's Lin Rong's mother and daughter, or... the aunt
Fu Nuan smiled faintly, "I just sent something and talked a few words."
Rong Yu frowned, his voice low and deep, slightly displeased: "No matter what the person says, don't pay attention to it."
She knew that he was talking about Rong Peiwen.
Fu Nuan's hands are not small, but compared with men, they are not of the same size.
She put her hand on the back of his hand and nodded, "I know."
She will not do anything against his will.
The man squeezed her hand backhand, and the two felt the temperature from each other's palms.
He leaned down and kissed her fingertips lightly.
"Don't make trouble..."
Rong Yu was deliberately close to her auricle, with a deep smile in her eyes.
"I want you."
The man's low, hoarse voice sounded in his ears, like a seductive evildoer, causing her to lose her mind and let him ask for it.
His fingertips gently rubbed her lips, and then warm lips covered her, grabbing her beauty.
The woman who was so dizzy by the kiss remained awake for the last moment, pushing her hands weakly: "Um... This is the hospital..."
"So." His breath sprayed on her earlobes.
"I... I am a patient!"
"I will be careful."
Fu Nuan continued to "resist" stubbornly.
"In this broad day, people will be seen!"
The smile in Rong Yu's eyes deepened, and she nipped in her ear: "Meaning, you can go back, eh?"
"sure!"
The woman readily agreed, thinking that she wouldn't be discharged so soon anyway.
Never thought, the man’s next sentence was—
"Now go through the discharge procedures."
Fu Nuan was so startled that she almost bit her tongue, isn't she, in such a hurry