Doctor Bai didn't seem to be in a hurry to make rounds, and kept talking to Song Yiran, "Your aunt is recovering well, and after a period of observation, there are no symptoms of head injury, so there is no big problem! ”

Song Yiran smiled back politely!

You still need to say this!

Song Yiran was a doctor in her previous life, although her specialty was Western medicine, she was also interested in Chinese medicine, and later took a course in Chinese medicine. After Zhao Xiaodong's operation, Song Yiran made a judgment that she did not have a head injury, and every time in the dead of night, Song Yiran would take Zhao Xiaodong's pulse, so that Uncle Yi could understand her condition and physical condition.

But what can she say at this time!

"That's great!" Song Yiran looked surprised, "Doctor Bai, thank you, I won't bother you with your ward rounds." With that, she flashed and went downstairs with the soup bowl in her arms.

Doctor Bai shook his head and smiled, this kid is like a loach, he can't slip his hands.

"Doctor Bai, that girl really knows first aid? Liar, right?" The young doctor didn't believe it, after all, she was a serious secondary school graduate, and she had also learned first aid! But if she was asked to save people, she wouldn't dare.

"Maybe!" Doctor Bai didn't speak, and said seriously: "Let's go!"

Song Yiran trotted to the Hongguang Hotel. During the period of taking care of Zhao Xiaodong, it was inconvenient for her to go into the space to boxing and practice physical fitness, and she had no time to do exercise, so she trotted forward when she got out of the hospital, which was regarded as doing some aerobic exercise.

She pushed the door and entered the hotel!

At this time in the morning, the restaurant sells breakfast, and there are a lot of people. You order a bowl of gruel, and he buys two steamed buns, so it can be said that the environment is also relatively noisy.

I don't know why, as soon as Song Yiran entered the house, he saw the figure sitting in the corner.

He had his back to the door, his posture was straight, even if he changed his hairstyle, Song Yiran still recognized him at a glance.

The one surnamed Lei saved her once and invited her to eat dumplings. The last time we met, it was a few months ago. What a coincidence!

Song Yiran slowly walked to the counter, "Sister Xiaoling, I'm here to return the pot." She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, even if she had crossed paths with the surname Lei, but why did she recognize him all of a sudden!

Usually saying that she likes a man, it's just a joke! In fact, Song Yiran is a very traditional person, and he has always been more indiscriminate in his feelings! At this moment, Lei Qianjun's sudden appearance made her seem to realize something, so there was something wrong with her emotions.

Did she start becoming a nymphomaniac when she was only fifteen years old? This is not her personality! In the past, she just admired the man, and if she really wanted the man to enter her heart, I am afraid it would be very difficult.

However, she seems to have put people in her heart, what should she do?

Xiao Ling took the basin over, "You find a place to sit, and there will be fewer people for a while." ”

Song Yiran nodded and found a relatively remote place to sit down. She was at war with heaven and man, and she didn't know if she wanted to go over and say hello.

What if people don't remember her!?

Can't you? Didn't you treat yourself to dumplings last time? I guess I guess it's a little impressive!

In fact, it's nothing to say hello, after all, people have saved themselves!(I obviously disliked other people's meddling before~~o(>_<)o ~~)

At this moment, Song Yiran found that someone was looking at her, she suddenly raised her head and met a pair of eyes with a little surprise.

What to do, my sister wants to cultivate her mind, but God won't give her a chance!

Song Yiran instinctively hooked the corners of his mouth at the man, and smiled a little.

She didn't realize it, and her smile was like a hammer, slamming into someone's heart!

Lei Qianjun, you're done! You're only fifteen or sixteen years old, what are you going to do!

I thought so in my heart, but my body involuntarily left my position and walked towards Song Yiran.

Lei Qianjun felt that the road of just a few meters was extremely long for him.

Song Yiran also felt this way. That person came with the wind, it seemed that every step was like slow motion in a movie, in the noisy background, passers-by A, B and C were gone, as if there was only her and him in the Red Light Hotel.

It's over, she must have been poisoned by a man!

"It's really you!" After Lei Qianjun finished saying this, he silently slapped his mouth, didn't he ask knowingly! He thought to himself, fortunately, the little girl is small and ignorant, maybe she doesn't understand anything!

It's a pity that the little girl's core has been changed a long time ago, and she is all too familiar with his outdated and ridiculous accosting methods.

Song Yiran's heart was entangled again, this child is good-looking, with a good figure, long legs, and a face that he loves. But does he have something wrong with him? Why would he hook up a junior high school student?

"Well, what a coincidence!" Song Yiran smiled, despising himself for not wasting the slightest opportunity to look at beautiful men.

Lei Qianjun sat down opposite Song Yiran.

The face is still so angular, the eyes and nose are good-looking, and there is nothing wrong with being a tough man. Although he changed his hairstyle. But his back was still straight, and his long legs were neatly shrunk under the table, looking out of place with everything here.

"I'll invite you to dinner today, thank you for inviting me to eat dumplings last time?" Song Yiran couldn't complain about the age of this small figure, but she really felt very sad, and felt that she had met the right person at the wrong time. If she were three years older, would everything be possible?

Thinking of this, Song Yiran's apricot eyes bent, and the corners of his mouth rose.

Lei Qianjun's heart is soft, she is like the orange cat she picked up when she was a child! Her eyes are big and round, and when she laughs, she is like a crescent moon, and her smile seems to be magical, which makes people feel happy and her mood is better.

I really want to hug her, just like I did when I was a kid with that cat......

Song Yiran didn't know that in the eyes of the other party, he seemed to have become a big orange! That's right, it was the kind of big orange that was important to the big orange!

The waiter Xiaoling broke the strange atmosphere, stood at the counter and asked Song Yiran, "Girl, what are you eating?" She glanced at Lei Qianjun, thinking that he was here to share the table, "This comrade, what are you eating?"

Lei Qianjun asked Song Yiran: "Have you eaten in the morning?"

She had just eaten a bowl of pimple soup in the morning, but she had a stomach pad, but she wasn't full.

Song Yiran shook his head, "I didn't eat it!

Lei Qianjun actually had breakfast, but he wanted to try his luck before leaving, to see if he could see the little girl in his heart again.