After a moment of silence, Wen Hualan patted the bed and decided, "That's okay, I'll let Nana come over to take care of you, you can stay here to recuperate, I'm afraid there is no other place now, it's quieter and safer than here." ”

Wen Yabao nodded obediently, and her obedient appearance was particularly distressing.

"I will contact Mr. Xie as soon as possible, and I must discuss it with me before making a decision."

Before leaving, Wen Hualan told me uneasily.

"Okay."

Wen Yabao tried to raise an arc in response.

Just as Wen Hualan was about to walk to the door, Wen Yabao suddenly said: "Auntie, my mother really drank too much back then...... Did you pass away unexpectedly? ”

Hearing this, Wen Hualan paused.

She turned, her fingers gripping the bag, tightening suddenly.

The expression on his face was calm and flawless, and he was still full of concern for Wen Yabao: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I left late and reminded me of some details of the night my mother passed away unexpectedly."

Wen Yabao was obviously tempting, trying to find some clues from Wen Hualan's calm demeanor.

It's a pity that Wen Hualan is extremely calm.

"Rest well."

Exiting the ward gracefully and calmly, Wen Hualan frowned and stood at the door for a while before sighing and leaving.

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After her aunt left, Wen Yabao fell into the mysterious and quiet atmosphere of the ward.

Actually, she didn't like hospitals.

Even fear.

Before Nana came over, Wen Yabao got the mobile phone that was placed at the bedside.

With a solemn expression, he dialed the phone and went out: "Aunt Shock, I want to see the old lady." ”

"Miss Wen is in a hurry?" Stunned on the other end of the phone, hesitating.

"I want to return Feng Pei to the Qiao family, so be sure to trouble Aunt Shock, and help me arrange a meeting trip as soon as possible."

Wen Yabao had a modest attitude, and immediately responded to the stunned side: "Okay, I will inform you immediately if there is news." ”

Stunned hung up the call.

The room fell silent again.

After about half an hour, Nana appeared with her suitcase in tow.

Wen Yabao was lying on the head of the bed, holding his mobile phone in his hand and wandering.

"Sister Yabao? Are you feeling unwell? ”

Nana received a notice, and when she was packing her luggage, she made a pot of lotus seed porridge and brought it over.

She put down her suitcase and walked to the hospital bed with a thermos bucket.

"Do you want to call a doctor?"

Nana's eyes fell on the white gauze attached to Wen Yabao's forehead, "Why did it hurt like this, does it hurt?" ”

Filming and dancing, Wen Yabao was almost slightly injured, she was nothing, Nana was always more excited than her injury.

"It doesn't matter, just rest for two days. The doctor said there would be no scars, so don't worry. ”

Wen Yabao comforted softly.

The thoughts of wandering away came back in an instant.

The phones of everyone in the Wen house have long been dragged into the blacklist, and Wen Yabao's mobile phone is also quiet.

Under Nana's supervision, Wen Yabao drank a small half bowl of smooth and fragrant lotus seed porridge.

After the infusion, Nana went to the nurse's station to sign for the flowers.

Wen Yabao received a call back from the stunned and made an appointment to meet at a time and place.

Her sincerity is enough, and Old Madam Qiao's efficiency is even faster.

Having already thought about what to do, Wen Yabao leaned on the head of the bed and continued to be in a daze.

Nana brought back a huge flower basket, more than half a human height.

A solid wall of flowers.

With this arrogant style, Wen Yabao only thought of Fu Shiye.

Nana took out the card from the flower basket and handed it to Wen Yabao to look at: "This exaggerated style is really like Mr. Shao's handwriting, but unfortunately it is not signed." ”