Song Wenbei reluctantly took the shirt to change, it was a terrible thing, such a precious shirt was about to be thrown into the trash because of himself.

Looking at myself in the mirror again, the loose shirt neckline is revealing a seductive snow white, and the short hem makes the two long legs unobstructed. A little narcissistic, and more panic in the bottom of my heart. In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, they are dressed like a bad woman at all, what should I do if the evening festival is not guaranteed!

But obviously, Song Wenbei thought too much and overestimated his charm, Fu Xinian outside the door had already made a steady breathing sound on the bed, obviously having been asleep for a long time. The uneasiness in Song Wenbei's heart disappeared, but a little disappointment rose suddenly. Seeing that the time was not early, Song Wenbei pulled up the quilt and lost consciousness after nesting on the sofa for a while.

Without feeling the fragmentary sounds around him anymore, Fu Xinian opened his eyes that should have been closed, and the light in his eyes flickered......

The sky was slightly bright, but Song Wenbei was completely sleepy, in addition to last night's blanket, there was a silk quilt pressed on it. Yes, he?! Somehow, Song Wenbei's mood suddenly improved, and he even felt full of happiness at the beginning of a day of slavery. But obviously, this happiness did not last long.

"Fu Xinian, you still can't take care of yourself like this."

Jo Anyi! Song Wenbei was shocked in his heart, but he turned around and laughed at his own thoughts, he was a genuine childhood sweetheart, so he didn't come to see what it was. Sighing, Song Wenbei had no choice but to greet this little ancestor with a smile on his face. Qiao Anyi also looked kind, but this smile on her face made Song Wenbei feel desolate, sure enough, the difference between cloud and mud, in the face of her own foreign intruder who occupied the magpie's nest, Qiao Anyi could still smile at herself, as if the hostess here was her. But himself, looking at these two people, there is no other way but to retreat again and again.

Wait, what are you doing?! Song Wenbei, if you have been imprisoned for too long, you can't have Stockholm disease. Patting his head, Song Wenbei consciously withdrew from the ward. Don't be so uninteresting, and it's the right thing to do by the way to see the two people in that ward.

In the ward, Fu Xinian turned his head and saw the little woman leaving in a hurry, it was better to say that she was fleeing in a hurry, and her eyes sank. And Qiao Anyi didn't hear Fu Xinian's words for a long time, seeing that his eyes were unusual, his heart sank, and his eyes were ......

"Fu Xinian, staring at other people's backs like this, don't be inseparable from your little wife." Qiao Anyi smiled, but her heart ached dullly, when she and he had come to such a field.

"Really?" Fu Xinian's tone seemed to ask rhetorically, and it was like an answer, so that Qiao Anyi couldn't tell for a while, whether he was joking, serious, true or false.

……

"Brother Shu Ning, where's Xiaoyan?" Song Wenbei walked into the ward, only to see Gu Shuning, who seemed to be lying on the bed with nothing to do, and was puzzled.

"She went to class, so she can't let her family spend it here all the time." Gu Shuning's tone sounded in a good mood, which gave Song Wenbei a chance to tease him.

"Why can't you, haven't you given someone a name yet?" Song Wenbei suddenly leaned over,

Mysteriously looked at the man in front of him who was already counted as an uncle but would still blush, well, it was really the best, now there are fewer people who will blush, and even fewer men will blush, but there is one in front of him, which is like the eldest young master he served, with a cloudy face all day long, very boring.

"Reputation." Gu Shuning muttered softly in her mouth, her left hand stroked her right hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, she reminded him.

"No, Director Gu, you can't catch up with that girl yet, I see that she has a deep affection for you. Or do you look down on Xiaoyan? Song Wenbei waited quietly, thinking that if he dared to say a bad word about Xie Xiaoyan, he would definitely make him unable to get out of this hospital.

"I haven't proposed yet. When you're old, your footsteps can't catch up with you, and the marriage knot is slippery. Gu Shuning's tone was still so light, but it was a pun, Song Wenbei heard Gu Shuning's complaints about her rash marriage, but suddenly, she reacted, he, he, what did you just say? Propose?!

"You proposed?" Song Wenbei's voice suddenly rose, and the empty ward was full of echoes of "marriage proposal".

"Well, just tomorrow, I want to propose to Xiaoyan." Gu Shuning was lying on the hospital bed, his pale face could not hide his high spirits at the moment, it was in response to that sentence, the night of candles in the cave room, and the title of the gold list. Not only the woman who is a bride will be embarrassed, but being a groom is probably also a ripple of heart.

Song Wenbei smiled, although it was a very faint smile, but it was from the heart. Gu Shuning's face is cold and hot, mature and steady; Xie Xiaoyan is lively and cheerful, young and vigorous, no matter how you look at it, she feels that it is a match made in heaven. She can also be regarded as a matchmaker, seeing that her best friend and most respected brother are about to hold hands to spend the rest of their lives, she is really, sincerely happy for them.

"Okay, Brother Shu Ning, this matter is on me, to ensure that you have a romantic and unforgettable marriage proposal ceremony." Song Wenbei smiled slyly, snapped his fingers, and had already begun to plan tomorrow's supplies and steps. Only Gu Shuning was left crying and laughing on the bed, this girl was excited as if she was going to be a bride......

In order to avoid meeting Qiao Anyi again, Song Wenbei deliberately wandered in the corridor for a while before going back, and as a result, Xiao Qingmei was still sitting on the bed with affection. Not only did the old lover not leave, but a little ancestor came.

"Little uncle, is this my little aunt? Doesn't look as good as her. Sun Jiaming Nunu mouthed, pointed at Qiao Anyi next to him with his finger, and then looked at Song Wenbei.

Well, this woman looks barely good, but she wears it, it's okay to fail it at all! I really don't know how my picky little uncle fell in love with such a sloppy rough woman.

Song Wenbei has never been so criticized, not to mention, this bear child actually compares her with Xiao Qingmei, which is simply unbearable! But looking at Qiao Anyi, who was obviously disliked in front of him, he lowered his eyebrows at the moment, and had no intention of refuting at all, Song Wenbei rolled his eyes in his heart, where did he go when he choked with his guts, just such a stinky hairy boy, she just whispered and flattered, right? Himself, he didn't give this kid a good look.

"Kid, that's what your parents taught you?" Song Wenbei's eyes were a little serious, since his name was Uncle Fu Xinian, he was either rich or expensive when he wanted to come to the house, so why did he get used to this problem.

"......" Sun Jiaming's domineering spirit just now seemed to have been extinguished by cold water, standing in front of Song Wenbei, looking at his toes with his head down, without saying a word.

"Adults should remember to answer when they ask, this is basic politeness." Song Wenbei's voice was even colder, this little kid really put himself on the line, come and feel it. Hmph, if I don't teach you a life lesson, wouldn't I be worthy of the title of soul engineer?