Song Zhiyuan stayed until Liu Mengyun finished washing and lay down before leaving.

Mimi took her downstairs and after leaving the inpatient building, Mimi suddenly asked, "Sister Yuan Yuan, it is said online that Xu Nianhe is going to kill Mr. Zhou. Is he okay?"

"I was injured a little, but I was not seriously injured." Song Zhiyuan said.

Mimi nodded and asked again hesitantly, "Actually, you and Mr. Zhou have already obtained a marriage certificate, right?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at her, suddenly raised her lips and smiled, nodded, "Yes! However, I can't let my mother know about this for the time being, so I have to do it step by step."

Mimi focused her head, "Well, Sister Yuan Yuan, don't worry, I understand, I will never talk nonsense in front of Aunt Liu."

Song Zhiyuan also nodded and said with a smile, "Because you know that you are professional and caring, Qichuan and I will choose you. As long as you take good care of my mother, Qichuan and I will not treat you badly."

"Well, Sister Yuan Yuan, don't worry, it's my job to take good care of Aunt Liu, and I will definitely not be careless." Mimi said seriously, with a bit of guarantee.

Song Zhiyuan smiled suddenly, "Well, I believe in you."

...

When Song Zhiyuan returned to the hospital ward from the sanatorium, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Before entering the ward, Song Zhiyuan asked the nurse who cared for Zhou Qichuan, how much did he eat for lunch and dinner, and he was not sleeping now?

The nurse answered truthfully.

"I have been processing the documents and haven't been sleeping?" After the nurse finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan asked softly.

The nurse nodded, gestured with her hands, and said, "In the afternoon, there was a man wearing glasses who seemed to be Mr. Zhou's assistant who sent such a thick stack of documents."

When Song Zhiyuan heard this, she immediately lost her face.

She thanked the nurse and gently pushed open the ward door.

In the ward, Zhou Qichuan was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and he seemed to be asleep. Only a floor lamp in the corner was on, the light was dim and warm, sprinkling on his handsome face, which was as sharp as a knife and axe.

His eyebrows and eyes were stretched, people and animals were harmless, and he breathed evenly. He seemed to be asleep, but Song Zhiyuan knew at a glance that he was pretending to be asleep.

However, she did not expose him, and continued to close the door gently, walked over, and then stood beside the hospital bed, staring at him calmly, seeing when he couldn't hold it in, so she opened her eyes first.

After only two or three minutes, Zhou Qichuan couldn't hold it in his arms, his thick eyelashes trembled, and then suddenly, he bounced open his eyes and looked at Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel happy, and immediately leaned down, printed his red lips on his, and took the initiative to kiss him.

Originally, I was just planning to kiss me, but Zhou Qichuan would not be willing to do it.

Just when Song Zhiyuan was about to evacuate, Zhou Qichuan grabbed the back of her head with a big palm, turning passive to active, and drove straight in like a soft arrow, deepening the kiss without hesitation.

Song Zhiyuan was afraid of hurting him, so she didn't struggle at all. As a result, Zhou Qichuan was too much and kept pestering her until she was almost breathless and was about to suffocate. He let go.

When he let go, Song Zhiyuan quickly flashed two steps, and then panted and stared at him with a silky glaring eyes.

Zhou Qichuan also looked at her, licking the corners of his lips as if he was still unfulfilled, and accused him quite aggrievedly, "Wife, I have been feeling uncomfortable all day long."

Through the quilt, Song Zhiyuan glanced down at him, then grinned and laughed dryly, went straight to get his pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Qichuan looked at her disappearing figure and smashed her lips. Then, he supported her elbows and moved to the side of the hospital bed with some difficulty.

So, when Song Zhiyuan finished taking a shower and dry her hair, she saw Zhou Qichuan staring at him with deep and bright eyes, and then patted the position beside her.

He wanted Song Zhiyuan to sleep with him, but that meaning was no longer obvious.

But Song Zhiyuan pretended to be stupid and ignored him directly. She came to the side of the bed that had been laid long ago, lifted the quilt and lay in, then turned her back to a man, took the remote control and turned off the floor lamp, yawned a big shot and said, "It's very late, go to bed, good night, husband."

"Wife—"

The curtains were not pulled, the lights were turned off, and the cold moonlight outside the window poured in through a layer of gauze.

With this ray of light, Zhou Qichuan looked at the woman with his back to him, and shouted in deep affection and grievance.

Song Zhiyuan pretended to be deaf and did not move.

Zhou Qichuan waited for a while, and saw that Song Zhiyuan was completely indifferent, so he simply lifted the quilt and sat up to get out of bed.

As a result, Song Zhiyuan heard the movement behind her, turned around suddenly, stared at the man sitting up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Qichuan grinned, "If your wife doesn't come to sleep with me, it's the same if I go to sleep with you."

"..." Song Zhiyuan died speechlessly. Seeing that he was still going to get out of bed, she immediately bounced up and collapsed, "Zhou Qichuan, don't you know what you are doing now? Can't you stop doing it and sleep honestly?"

After she said this, Zhou Qichuan stopped and looked at her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, but just looked at each other quietly in the dim light.

Finally, Song Zhiyuan was defeated first, got up, sat down next to Zhou Qichuan, and asked while covering him, "Is Zhuo Mu here today?"

Zhou Qichuan nodded obediently and said "yes".

"I have been dealing with work in the afternoon and evening, and I haven't had a break?" Song Zhiyuan asked again.

Zhou Qichuan nodded obediently again and continued to "um".

He was so honest and so obedient, and Song Zhiyuan had no idea how to scold him, so he could only stare at him quietly again.

As a result, Zhou Qichuan took her hand, rubbed and played with it carefully, and said in a low and mute manner, "You are not here, I don't know what to do except dealing with work."

Song Zhiyuan was speechless, "Are you sleepy yet?"

"Sleepy."

"Then you won't sleep!"

"Wife, you are not by my side, I can't sleep."

Song Zhiyuan, “…”

Suddenly my nose was a little sore, and my heart was so warm.

"It's not that I don't want to sleep with you. I'm not very honest in sleeping. What if I touch your wound?" she told the truth.

"Even if you touch my wound, it's better than if I can only look at you but not touch you."

Song Zhiyuan, “…”

"That's all you can sleep," she stressed.

Zhou Qichuan smiled, "Wife, even if you want me to do something now, I can't do it."

"It's good that you know." Song Zhiyuan angrily angered him fiercely, then put his legs on the bed, tidied up the quilt, turned his head and asked the man who was close to him, and said, "Can you sleep?"

"Sleep." Zhou Qichuan slowly lay down again, and then gently hugged Song Zhiyuan, who was lying down on his side, and slid into his arms.

Soon, both of them fell asleep.
Chapter completed!