Wang Fuxue left Gu Lian's ward and went up to see an old lady who was a family friend. When she came out after finishing her work, she happened to see a familiar car on the other side of the road.
She walked over and knocked on the car window, and the glass fell down.
Sure enough, it was Lu Zechen.
He was wearing a thin coat and only a shirt underneath, leaning on the driver's seat with a haggard look on his face.
Not to mention anything else, both eyes were pinched and bloodshot.
After all, they grew up together. Wang Fuxue couldn't stand it, so she opened the door and sat in.
"You never left?"
"How is she?" A terrifyingly hoarse voice.
Wang Fuxue rolled her eyelids and said, "What else can I do? I hugged the child and cried for a while with a mixture of joy and sorrow."
Lu Zechen's Adam's apple slipped, and he leaned forward on the steering wheel, "You didn't say anything...?"
"I told you." Wang Fuxue glanced at him and said, "But I didn't tell you."
Lu Zechen was quiet.
Wang Fuxue sighed, "The child has been given a name, temporarily called Nian Nian."
"Every year..."
Lu Zechen repeated it, his eyes felt hot, he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Wang Fuxue glanced at him twice and noticed that his hand was bandaged well, but there was still faint blood oozing out.
She didn't know what happened last night, so she just asked tentatively: "Did you go to the old house to make trouble?"
Lu Zechen did not deny it.
No wonder the hospital was so calm and the old lady didn't do anything to cause trouble.
"If you had known that you cared about her, you wouldn't have gone to this point." She curled her lips.
Lu Zechen did not move, lowered his head and said nothing.
Wang Fuxue had known him for many years, but she had never seen him like this before, and she couldn't help but sigh.
"She is expected to be hospitalized for a week. When she is discharged from the hospital, have you thought about what to do?"
"The house and care will be prepared for her, and I won't bother her."
Wang Fuxue frowned, "That's it?"
Lu Zechen smiled bitterly, raised his head with difficulty, and put his fist against his forehead, "I would like to do something else, can she have it?"
Wang Fuxue was speechless.
We've reached a dead end, there's really no way out.
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noon
Song Xiang came out from Xiao Sheng's side and received a call from Liangtong Company. After briefly handling it, lunch time passed.
She returned to Gu Lian's ward and saw Gu Lian looking at the child blankly. She didn't go in to disturb him. She gave a few words to the people outside and quietly left the hospital.
It was late winter, and it snowed again in the middle of the night last night. The roads were covered with snow.
It was almost two o'clock when we drove all the way to Yan's.
She took the elevator upstairs, and the secretary's office was busy. He immediately wanted to say hello when he saw her coming.
Song Xiang made a silent gesture and raised the thermos bucket in his hand.
Xue Mi understood and made a gesture to seal her mouth, letting everyone else continue working.
Song Xiang quietly approached and entered the password to enter the office.
It was warm inside, she was wrapped tightly and went in, it was even a little warm.
Stepping gently, he walked all the way in, stepped over the steps, and walked to the desk.
Behind the table, the man was sitting on a swivel chair with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed deeply.
Song Xiang put down her things, took off her shoes, and stepped closer silently on the carpet.
He walked behind Yan Han and slowly squatted down, but he didn't even notice.
She smiled secretly, twirled her fingertips to make sure they were warm, then stretched out her hand and put it against his temple.
Yan Han suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her hand.
hiss--
A voice came from behind.
He turned around and caught the pain flashing across Song Xiang's face, and quickly let go.