The hospital at this point is still full of people, and the pungent smell of disinfectant water is very heavy, very heavy.

Shu Kite is extremely familiar with this hospital, at the beginning, he came to the hospital once a month for half a year, and now it has developed into a visit once a week.

It can be regarded as an old "customer".

On the eighth floor, Shu Kite didn't take the elevator, but climbed the stairs to go up, and his body warmed up a lot. Crossed the seven doors and stopped at the door of Ward 803.

The VIP room door was open.

A voice came from inside, it was Qiu Qishan: "A handful of old bones, it's time to retreat, now it's the children's world." ”

"Dad, aren't you old?"

"Dad, take good care of your body, don't say frustrating words."

"That's right, the kids are still young, don't scare them all day."

“……”

The family inside was happy, but the book kite was a little timid.

She stood in the doorway and breathed slowly, knocked twice on the door with the back of her fingers, and the sound of communication inside stopped.

The book kite pushed open the door and entered.

In the ward, the whole family is there!

Qiu Qishan was lying on the bed with a plaster cast on his feet, and Qiu Ting sat on the edge of the bed, sneering and sneering lightly.

At the foot of the bed stood a man, dressed in a white coat with his hands in his pockets.

This is the second time we met, if I remember correctly, it should be Qiu Qishan's son who studied medicine abroad, and he only returned to China some time ago, Qiu Yang.

Nie Qing was arranging the flowers next to the bed, and when he saw the book kite, he raised his head, lowered his head and continued to tidy up.

Qiu Yang got closer, and saw that Shu Kite was not wearing a coat, and his face was sinking like water, so he pulled a chair and put it on the other side of the hospital bed: "Here, sit here!" ”

After saying that, the person went inside.

Qiu Qishan sat up with his hands propped up, beckoned to the book kite, his voice was gentle, and his smile was cute: "Ruan Ruan is here, come and sit here." ”

Nie Qing put down his movements, raised his bed, and put a pillow again.

Shu Kite raised his steps for a moment, the name Ruan Ruan, how long has no one called it. It seems that since Shu Zhixiang passed away, she has never heard of it again.

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, when he heard it from Qiu Qishan's mouth again, Shu Kite couldn't help but have a sour nose.

"It really has a face." Qiu Ting sat up from the chair, his face full of disgust, and his face was even more ugly with heavy makeup.

Qiu Yang, who came out of the inner door, just heard it, his face changed instantly, and he scolded angrily: "Qiu Ting." ”

"Brother, what are you yelling at me for!"

The second time, her own brother yelled at her because of this woman.

"Can your mouth speak human? How Stanford taught people like you. ”

After speaking, he walked up to the book kite, handed her the towel folded in his hand, and his anger fell: "Wipe your hair." ”

The book kite man was in a trance, and Leng Leng took it, not caring about Qiu Ting's angry face at all.

"Thank you."

Qiu Qishan held back his anger and coughed: "Tingting, Ruan Ruan is your sister, in this case, only once." ”

Qiu Ting sneered: "Sister? She deserves it too. ”

At first, it wasn't that she didn't think about accepting the book kite, but what she did was not worthy of being accepted.

The night fell silent, the rain seemed to have stopped, and only the wind was swaying the leaves.

The book kite was there, Qiu Qishan wanted to endure it, and the family got together happily, even if he was injured in bed, he felt comfortable.

But Qiu Ting has been a pampered treasure in his hand since he was a child, how can his temper be suppressed: "If she returns Xiaoyuan, I will recognize her as a sister." ”

Touching the bottom line, Qiu Qishan pulled up the pillow and smashed it out: "You shut up for me and get out." ”

Nie Qingyan hurried to stop him, but he was still a step too late.

Qiu Ting knew that he was about to commit a big taboo, so he shrunk his shoulders and lowered his head, waiting to smash down the pillow.