Jiang Fan's face turned red when he coughed. He looked at Nan Song who walked in, still unable to conceal his surprise.
"Xiao Song, why are you here?!"
"Come and see you."
Nan Song put down the fruit basket he had brought, and the flowers paused in the air. The girl reached out and took them, "Give me the flowers."
The girl had a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament, but her eyes felt empty and cold.
Nan Song looked at her calmly and handed the flowers over.
"Thank you." The girl took the flowers and put them on the bedside table. Then she looked at Nan Song and said gracefully: "You are Mr. Nan, right? I often hear Brother Fan talking about you. Let me introduce myself, I am Jiang Fan's
Girlfriend, Song Xi."
Nan Song had already guessed her identity and was not too surprised, "Hello, Nan Song."
She shook Song Xi's extended hand back and was about to take it back, but Song Xi held it.
Nan Song raised her eyes slightly and met Song Xi's eyes. She had a pair of red and phoenix eyes, which reflected a fine cold light. The gentle aura just now suddenly became a bit sharp, and the hand holding her was slowly tightening.
Nan Song didn't move. She felt the other person's strength. Her hand was really strong. There was no change on her face. She only pinched the other person's mouth lightly.
Song Xi frowned slightly and almost immediately took his hand back.
Nan Song didn't give in, and held it between her fingers. The fingertips were smooth and thin, without any trace of calluses.
Before she could let go, Jiang Fan nervously shouted, "Xiao Song!"
Nan Song smiled slightly and let go of Song Xi's hand, "Miss Song, have you practiced?"
Song Xi's tiger's mouth felt numb for a while, and her fingers also felt the friction left by the rough calluses on Nan Song's palm. She tightened her eyebrows twice, and then the cold light in her eyes disappeared after a while, and she said: "I am a Taekwondo coach.
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"Oh, it doesn't look like it."
Nan Song said this calmly and ignored her. He only asked Jiang Fan from a distance of half a meter, "How is your health?"
"It's nothing serious. I can be discharged from the hospital after another two days of observation."
Jiang Fan said and coughed a few more times.
"Don't worry, let's take care of ourselves. I'll ask Gu Heng to go back to the headquarters to help me for a few days."
Jiang Fan looked at her apologetically, "I'm sorry, during the busiest time, I was hiding in the hospital..."
"How do you say this? How can people not get sick if they eat whole grains?"
Nan Song took out a card from his pocket and put it on the bedside table, "Buy some delicious food and take good care of yourself."
As she left, she nodded slightly to Song Xi, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Song."
Song Xi calmly said, "Mr. Nan, you're welcome. I take care of my boyfriend. It's not hard work at all."
OK, fine.
Nan Song resisted the urge to roll his eyes, turned around and left.
Almost as soon as Nan Song left, Song Xi sat back on the chair, and Jiang Fan said: "You shouldn't do this to her."
Song Xi smiled disdainfully, picked up the flowers on the bedside table, and threw them directly into the trash can.