Wanting this, Song Yiren felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry. ”

Gong Lingye knew what she meant: "Nuan Nuan, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to think about my side, and besides, my injuries are not in vain, didn't you promise to make a personal promise?"

The trace of emotion in Song Yi's heart was suddenly confused by him and didn't know where it had gone, she raised the back of Gong Ling's nightbed, brought porridge, and began to feed him.

Scoop a spoonful first, put it to his mouth and blow it, then bring it to his lips.

Gong Lingye looked at Song Yiren beside him, and suddenly remembered the ring he had ordered on the day he returned to China.

His heart moved, and all he wanted was this life: to marry her, to get up together, to go to work together, to go home, to sit down face to face, and to eat the dinner they had cooked together.

Later, when you have another pair of children and watch them grow up, you will have no regrets in life.

"Warm, warm. Gong Lingye called her.

Song Yiren stopped what he was doing: "Huh?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I want to call you all of a sudden. He had asked before, and the ring was estimated to take another ten days to be ready, just in time for his birthday.

So......

That night, Song Yiren stayed in a hospital suite.

She was next to Gong Lingye's bed, and when she turned sideways, she could see his face.

He reached out and wrapped her hand in the palm of his hand, and there was silence around them, and they slept peacefully.

Xuanyuan Che only learned that Gong Lingye was injured the next day, because there was a contract that Gong Lingye needed to sign, so he took the documents and came directly to the hospital.

When the two were chatting about business, Song Yiren was already in the studio.

U

ique perfume recently had a planning promotion, Song Yiren got up today and fed Gong Lingye breakfast, and then passed.

It was close to noon when the filming ended, and Song Yiren was worried that Gong Ling didn't want others to feed him at night, and that his own eating might affect the wound, so he had to rush to the hospital in a hurry.

Seeing her worried look, Bei Mingmo couldn't help laughing: "Oh, my Yiyi has been tied to someone's heart, I'm so sad!"

Song Yiren scratched the itchy flesh of Bei Mingmo: "Good boy, when he is well, I will compensate you well!"

Bei Mingmo smiled and picked up the car key: "Okay, people were injured in order to save my family Yiyi, and I, as Yiyi's genuine card, should naturally go to condole! Let's go over together, it just so happens that I have nothing to do in the afternoon." ”

"Okay. Song Yiren nodded, and pulled Bei Mingmo into the car together.

Gong Lingye's three meals a day were specially made by the chef of his villa, and some medicinal herbs to replenish qi and blood were added. Therefore, Song Yiren pulled Bei Mingmo in, and when he heard the sound of talking inside, he asked in the first sentence: "Is it okay for lunch?"

She passed by the kitchen first, looked inside, and saw the steaming dish, so she pulled Bei Mingmo inside, and hurriedly went to wash her hands first.

It's just that when he saw that there was still Xuanyuan Che in the ward, Song Yiren was stunned: "Are you busy with work?"

Bei Mingmo also met Xuanyuan Che's eyes, she raised a decent smile, and nodded at him to say hello.

Over there, Song Yiren washed his hands, took away the documents in Gong Lingye's hand, and said, "It's time to eat!"

Gong Lingye was a little helpless: "Nuan Nuan, I still have a little thing to talk about." ”

"We'll talk about it later, you're injured and you should rest more. Song Yiren couldn't help but break up, put the small table away, brought food to Gong Lingye, and began to feed it.

Xuanyuan Che was next to him and glanced at Pei Jun.

Pei Jun smiled: "Mr. Xuanyuan, if you have a girlfriend in the future, you will understand." ”

The implication of his words is, you see, although our president looks helpless on the surface, he is actually enjoying it very much.

Xuanyuan Che had indeed never seen such a Gong Lingye, he retracted his gaze, and wanted to say something, on the side, Pei Jun said again: "By the way, Mr. Xuanyuan, why have you never seen your girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Bei Mingmo couldn't help but look over.

She suddenly remembered the girl beside Xuanyuan Che more than two years ago.

Xuanyuan Che subconsciously raised his eyes, met the gaze of Bei Mingmo, he turned away quietly, and said lightly: "I've been busy lately." ”

When Song Yiren heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head over.

Does Xuanyuan Che mean that he has been busy lately, so he hasn't brought his girlfriend out? Or is it that he has been busy recently and has no time to have a girlfriend?

On the side, Gong Lingye spoke: "Ah Che, I heard from my aunt, they are considering your marriage to Miss Wei recently?"

Xuanyuan Che remembered what his mother said yesterday, saying that he would be 30 years old during the Chinese New Year, and when he was his age, his father was already a child and his father, and the Wei family and their Xuanyuan family were also old friends, so let him meet Miss Wei Yunyun on the weekend.

Xuanyuan Che nodded: "Yes." ”

Pei Jun also knew about the Wei family, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "I heard that Miss Wei danced the ballet very well, and she won the true inheritance of her mother." ”

Xuanyuan Che shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen it." ”

At this time, the meals of several other people were also delivered, and Song Yiren just finished feeding Gong Lingye.

She picked up a handkerchief to help him wipe his mouth, and next to her, Bei Mingmo couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene: "I see that my warm baby really flew!"

Song Yiren's face was a little hot, and she found that there seemed to be cyan stubble on Gong Lingye's face, and her fingers stroked it, making her fingertips numb.

"It's over, I'm going to be electrocuted by them!" Bei Mingmo said, and said to Pei Jun: "Handsome guy, sit down and eat, I can't continue to eat dog food!"

On the same day, everyone was sent away, and Song Yiren accompanied Gong Ling in the hospital in the afternoon.

She also has a lot of work piled up, so as long as Gong Ling falls asleep at night, she will pick up the computer and start to work.

At night, the doctor changed the medicine for Gong Lingye's wound, and said to Song Yi: "Miss Yu, now Mr. Gong's wounds have temporarily healed and need to be cleaned, look at this ......"

Song Yiren's cheeks were hot: "It's okay, I'll come, I don't need to find a nurse." ”

It's just that when she wrung the towel well, she still couldn't help but feel worried.

In the ward, the door of the room was closed, and Song Yiren first helped Gong Ling wash his face at night, and then gently lifted the quilt.

The biggest wounds on his upper body were stab wounds on his abdomen and back, and the rest of the body was almost bruised.

Her hand ran softly across his skin, avoiding the gauze and then straight down.

"That ......" Song Yiren's throat was dry: "Do you want to wipe your legs?"

Gong Lingye knew what she was asking, and her eyes couldn't help but smile a little: "Nuan Nuan, my legs were sweaty before, and besides, there is a place that is particularly uncomfortable." ”

Song Yiren: "......"