The atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward. Song Yu stroked his nose with his fingertips, looked at Meng Jianwan and didn't know what to say. After a while, he squeezed out: "Are you always guarding me here?"

"Otherwise?" Meng Jianwan said angrily, "Leave you at home and foaming at the mouth alone?"

“…”

As soon as the conversation was opened, Meng Jianwan couldn't stop it. He raised his hand and patted the headlight switch on the wall. With a bang, the white light filled the room and the whole ward was bright: "The old lady's eyes are dizzy, and you are dizzy? Can't tell whether the mushrooms are poisonous or not? Do you know that if you find it too late, your life will be gone!"

Song Yu's eyes could not adapt to the strong light for a moment, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and said innocently: "Where can I tell me clearly? I asked my grandma before I took it, and she patted her breasts and promised me that it was not poisonous."

Meng Jianwan glared at him, meaning "You still dare to talk back"?

So Song Yu shut up and heard her scolding for five minutes without pausing in the middle. It can be judged that her lung capacity is unusual.

Meng Jianwan finished venting and finally calmed down and found that cursing was also a physical job. Her abdomen was empty and her sense of hunger was particularly obvious. When she remembered that she had not eaten dinner, she pointed to the bell at the head of the bed and rang the bell: "If you have something to do, I'll go out to eat something."

Song Yu touched his stomach through the quilt, feeling a little uncomfortable: "I want to eat too."

Meng Jianwan: "You eat mushrooms!"

Song Yu took off his glasses and held them in his hand, drooping his eyes, and his eyelashes swept out a faint shadow under his eyelids. He was wearing a loose hospital gown, his face as white as paper, and he looked pitiful.

Meng Jianwan walked to the door and turned around and saw such a picture. He rubbed his eyebrows and said in a kind voice: "It's not that I don't let you eat, it's the doctor who said you can't eat now, do you understand?"

Song Yu said lightly, "Oh" like a breath sound.

Meng Jianwan frowned: "Speak louder."

Song Yu: "I understand."

It was really not worry-free. Meng Jianwan breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door of the ward and walked out. He didn't go too far. He ordered a noodle soup at a snack bar near the hospital, and then went to the next door to buy fried chicken, packed it and carried it back to the ward.

Song Yu had just woken up shortly, his body was a little exhausted and his mental state was not very good. As soon as Meng Jianwan left, he closed his eyes and rested. As a result, after a few minutes of rest, he heard the sound of the door lock turning.

Song Yu opened his eyes emptyly and looked at the figure closing the door with his backhand, showing surprise. It turned out that Meng Jianwan was back, so quickly?

Song Yu's eyes moved down and noticed the plastic bag she was carrying. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood. He said that Meng Jianwan could not have eaten so quickly. It turned out that he had packed it and brought it back.

So, was she worried that he was alone in the ward without anyone taking care of him?

Song Yu withdrew his gaze and curled his lower lip. Meng Jianwan turned his head and saw him laughing, rolling his eyes: "Smile, you can laugh like this."

Song Yu reluctantly cheered up and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Did you bring it back for food because you were worried about me?"

Meng Jianwan put the things in his hand on the table, dragged a chair to sit down, and sneered while unpacking the box: "You're thinking too much."

She held the plastic lid and fanned the top of the bowl. The aroma of beef noodles slowly drifted out. She opened the paper bag of fried chicken and shook. The cold ward was immediately filled with the fireworks of the world. Meng Jianwan said proudly: "I just deliberately eat in front of you while you can't eat, and I will be so greedy for you!"

Song Yu took a look at the steaming noodle soup and swallowed unconsciously. He saw Meng Jianwan grab a piece of chicken wing root, opened his mouth and took a big bite. The crispy skin outside fell down, and it made a chewy sound, fully demonstrating how crispy fried chicken is.

Song Yu left his eyes aside and comforted himself: "You don't have to make excuses, I know that your truth is not this."

Meng Jianwan choked, put down the fried chicken, stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and ate it in big mouthfuls, which meant that he would not waste his talk with him.

She never politely eats. She took a bowl of noodles and fried chicken in just a few seconds. She went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor to wash it, and returned to the ward.

Song Yu was not asleep yet, so he looked at her with his eyes wide open: "Where are you resting at night?"

Meng Jianwan thought he was air, picked up the chair he had just sat down and put it on the wall. She sat on the chair, hugged her arms with her hands, and pressed the back of her head against the wall, and closed her eyes.

Song Yu paused a little, then frowned after reacting, and looked at her in disagreement: "Wanwan, come and sleep with me."

Meng Jianwan: "????"

When Song met her eyes, he quickly moved to the edge of the hospital bed, and patted the empty space beside him with his hand: "I can sleep on my side, it should be enough."

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, then he put on the expression of an old man looking at his phone in the subway, and said in disgust: "If you are sexy again, I will throw you down through the window."

Song Yu: "..."

He didn't think about the things that were not suitable for children, but just didn't want to see Meng Jianwan working so hard. It would at least be more comfortable to lie down than sleeping against the wall. Besides, what can he do to her now? Can there be a little trust between people?

Song Yu sighed, put his arms outside the quilt, looked at the ceiling and was in a daze. After a while, he said depressedly: "Life is not easy, Xiaoyu sighed."

He accompanied Meng Jianwan back to his hometown, with his original intention of chasing his wife, but he did not expect that he would become "lost in the road".

Meng Jianwan heard him sighing after sighing and was speechless.

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The next morning, a light golden sunlight shone into the ward through the window, making it warm and quiet.

Seeing that Song Yu had recovered his energy, Meng Jianwan took a taxi back home and helped him get his cell phone. Although Song Yu looked miserable now, she did not forget that he was still the boss of a group, and his work phone was too high to count on both hands.

Sure enough, Meng Jianwan had just handed his phone to Song Yu, and a crisp ringtone rang in the ward.

Song Yu took a look and it was Xie Yong's call. Without hesitation, he answered and attached it to his ear: "Hey."

This time, something happened to the company. Xie Yong cleared his throat and said guiltily: "Just just now, Mr. Song called me and said he couldn't contact you. When I asked me where you were, I said you were not in the imperial capital." After Xie Yong said this, he immediately stated, "I think so. Sooner or later, this matter cannot be hidden. Mr. Song went to other people in the company to inquire and know that you haven't come these days."

Song Yu: "I understand, I will tell him."

After the call was over, Song Yu was about to call Song Xiaozheng, but the other party called first and said straight to the point: "I heard that you are not in the company these days, so what have you been doing? A big deal is waiting for me to deal with you?"

Song Yu looked at Meng Jianwan, she was not interested in his conversation at all, and lowered her head and focused on peeling the apple.

He thought she had peeled it for him, but Meng Jianwan finished peeling the skin and opened his mouth to take a bite. The apple was very crisp, and with a click, her lips were covered with juice, which was moist.

Song Yu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, silently shifting his gaze.

"Are you listening to me?" Song Xiaozheng on the phone raised his voice, "Where are you now? I didn't find out that you have been on a business trip recently."

Song Yu put a pillow on his back, leaned comfortably on it, touching the back of his neck with his hand, and it was true: "I accompanied Wanwan back to my hometown, and I may not be able to go back for the time being. If there is anything wrong with the company, please help me deal with it."

Hearing his name, Meng Jianwan finally felt reluctant to look up. Song Yu turned his head, looked at her with eyes facing her, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at her.

"Wan...Wanwan? Who?" Song Xiaozheng was slightly stunned, not remembering this person for a moment.

"Oh, let me say it." It's breakfast time, Liang Rushui sat next to her husband, heard the conversation between him and Song Yu clearly, and quickly took away his cell phone.

Song Yu kept holding his phone and felt a little tired, so he turned on the handset and threw the phone on the quilt. He just heard Liang Rushui smile and said, "Ayu, I am my mother. I just heard you tell your father that you are with your daughter-in-law now, so don't worry about coming back. You should slowly cultivate your relationship. Your father has the company's affairs. I have said a long time ago that you have to start a family and start a family first. You have done a good job!"

Daughter-in-law???

Meng Jianwan stared at Song Yu blankly, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.

Song Yu shrugged and said silently with his mouth: It’s nothing to do with my business.

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Sister Meng: I don’t know what’s going on, but the whole world misunderstood the relationship between me and Song Yu. [Spread your hands
Chapter completed!