What's more, Song's mother arranged such bodyguards by Song Xingchen's side, and she was not afraid that Song Xingchen would do that kind of thing to hurt herself again.

There was no more texting from the other end, and Wen Ji walked around the room a little irritably, until the bell rang, and the hanging heart was settled.

Song Xingchen's voice was still the same as before, softly, which made the bodyguards who were listening on the side couldn't help but be curious, and then they remembered the memories that had appeared in the ward, and then nodded.

"It's okay." Song Xingchen's eyes were a little relieved.

He originally thought that Wen should be with Su Qihua, so he ignored his text messages and phone calls, but now it seems that this is not the case, which makes Song Xingchen's suppressed mood much better, and a smile blooms on his face.

The sunlight shining through the open window on his white sheets also added a little warmth.

After hearing Song Xingchen's words, he was finally completely relieved, and chatted with Song Xingchen for a while, which was not bad.

Until a certain moment, Song Xingchen's words had been calmly filled with a bit of joy, which provoked Wen Yu to ask, "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" "Even the old self forgot about it, when was the last time Song Xingchen laughed.

During this time, this sick and weak teenager seemed to have been depressed.

It's certainly a good thing to laugh.

Song Xingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, with a touch of light in his eyes, as if he was content, "I will be discharged from the hospital in a few days." "It's not nonsense, in fact, he can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I just thought that tomorrow is Monday, and I still have to work. So I deliberately delayed it until Saturday and was discharged.

He wanted her to pick him up.

When Wen heard this, she couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth, Song Xingchen's body has always been a topic she is very concerned about, now that he is about to be discharged from the hospital, his body must be much better, and it is inevitable that it will make people feel a little.

"Okay, when?" There is no need for Song Xingchen to say it himself. Wen Gu had already seen the meaning of his words, and asked directly about the time.

Song Xingchen's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, a little unable to believe his ears. Let Wen Su repeat it again, and then he replied, "It's next Saturday, are you free?" "I guess it's free.

Wen nodded his head. I didn't notice Song Xingchen's deliberateness at all. nodded, "It's just right, I'm at home on the weekend." Speaking of this, Wen Ji remembered Su Qihua's advice earlier.

Su Qihua told her that if she didn't want her relationship with Song Xingchen to be more inseparable, it was better to have a showdown early.

For Su Qihua's words, it is not that he has not considered it.

She felt that if she waited for Wen's father and mother to solve it. I don't know when it is, not to mention that the people in the Song family already know that she already has a boyfriend. It doesn't seem good to just hide it from Song Xingchen.

It's too disrespectful.

A few days ago, Wen chose not to say it, because Song Xingchen looked fragile, and Wen Su didn't know how much weight he had in Song Xingchen's heart, but Su Qihua said that don't act rashly, it's not good to stimulate Song Xingchen.

Subconsciously, Wen felt that what Su Qihua said was very reasonable, and obediently followed his words.

However, now, Song Xingchen probably has nothing to do, and he should know sooner or later, it is better to come sooner rather than later.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu's hand, which was originally going to hang up the phone, paused slightly, and finally added, "Then I'll introduce you to someone by the way next Saturday." Her words were casual and casual, as if they had been brought up casually.

Song Xingchen paused slightly, perhaps because he had been lying down for too long, his bangs were very long, and they covered those eyes as soon as they drooped, and he looked a little more resentful.

He shook the hand holding the phone, looked at the bruises on his hand that had not completely dissipated, bit his lip, and then spoke, "Okay." "It's a big deal to see the situation later, and then just get out of the way.

He never could say a word in front of his old man.

Wen Gu heard this, smiled, said good night to Song Xingchen, and waited for the other party to hang up the phone first, and then slowly opened the computer codeword.

Since not long ago, Wen Gu and Su Qihua began to set up a software, and then formed a codeword group.

There are only two people in the group, Su Qihua and Wen Su, and it is estimated that Su Qihua is just to observe whether Wen Su is lazy every day.

At the beginning, she still refused, in her opinion, there was a feeling of self-inflicted hardship, but later she got used to it, even if the other party's hand was fast, she still looked like she was slow and leisurely, and she was not flustered at all.

Su Qihua, who was refreshing the number of words at the other end, saw that the number of words in the old time had changed from zero to four, and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly and continued to code words.

At this time, Su Qihua had already finished writing 20,000.

Recovering from the past, he said that he was a little cold, and felt that he would write two or three thousand.

But what Wen didn't know was that every time she started to code words, Su Qihua's hand speed would drop significantly.

Because Su Qihua's attention will not always be on the code words, he will occasionally refresh the number of jù to see how much Wen has written, and see if Wen has been lazy.

When Wen finished writing the three thousand and was ready to breathe, Su Qihua's private chat came, "Don't write it?" ”

Su Qihua's words were very simple, and there were only four words with punctuation, but Wen couldn't help but shrink back.

Nodding a little spinelessly, he realized that it was an online chat, and couldn't help but cheer up again, "Well, I won't write it." "Su Qihua can't fly over and urge her to code.

Indeed, it is impossible for Su Qihua to fly over to urge her to code, but after all, it is Su Qihua, there will always be other ways.

The fingertips of the beautiful man drinking hot milk on the other end of the computer jumped lightly, brushed on the keyboard, and in an instant, a line of words appeared on the computer screen, which was very simple, but it made Wen Su suddenly lose his arrogance, "Then continue to classify and push it next week." After the message was sent, he still looked at it a few more times.

It was still evening, but the man's soft back was very warm.

Wen Yu's fingers shook slightly, and he almost pushed the computer down.

After brewing for a while, she asked a little unhappily, "Why?" "She didn't break the change, why do you still have to classify and push.

Wen who has been hanging in that position for a month said that he has no love.

yes, why?

Su Qihua blinked, and after a long while, a smile bloomed in his eyes, as if he had found an answer that could deal with the old man.

"Your thousands of manuscripts are the same as not, what should I do if I give you a good inference?" When these words were issued, Su Qihua could almost imagine the expression of remembrance.

It must be very aggrieved.

(To be continued.) )