Song Shaoyan sat on the sofa without saying a word, he propped his head and looked tired. [No pop-ups. 】

Ye Jiaqi sat on the side of the hospital bed to accompany Ning An.

"Mr. Song, An An has lost a lot of weight." Ye Jiaqi raised his head and looked at the man not far away.

She vaguely knew some things, so she also knew that Song Shaoyan didn't like Ning An.

The man frowned.

"I didn't take good care of her, I'll pay attention to it later."

"Mr. Song, An An is usually very busy at work, and may not be very good at taking care of himself, so you have to worry a little more. An An is very good, she has always taken care of me. ”

Seeing Ning An like this, she was very distressed.

She knew that Ning An had married far away and came to the capital.

She is not from Beijing, her hometown is in City C.

The parents are long gone, and there is only one grandfather who is abroad all the year round.

Although the family is well-off, her grandfather and Song Shaoyan's grandfather are former comrades-in-arms, but after all, they are married far away and are lonely.

And her marriage just seemed affectionate.

"Hmm." Song Shaoyan responded in a low voice.

Ye Jiaqi took out an apple from the fruit basket and prepared to peel it for Ning An.

"I'll do it." Song Shaoyan took the apple and fruit knife in her hand.

Ye Jiaqi did not refuse.

"Mr. Song, is it serious? Has An An's fever subsided? ”

"The doctor will observe after hanging up the water."

"And will you take care of her in the hospital?"

"Hmm." Song Shaoyan lowered his head and peeled apples.

The man's eyebrows are clear, especially the appearance of seriously peeling apples, elegant and temperamental.

Ye Jiaqi looked at him for a long time.

No wonder Ning An likes him, this man has the capital to make people like, but if love is not consensual, it is destined not to last long.

Ye Jiaqi felt sorry for Ning An.

"Mr. Song, I will often go to the hospital to see An An these days, don't bother me."

"No, it won't."

may be because of unfamiliarity, Song Shaoyan and her words are not much.

It was just over one o'clock in the afternoon.

Ning An's fever subsided, and she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling weakly.

Ye Jiaqi took a nap with his head propped up, and in the blink of his eyes, he saw that Ning An was awake.

"An An!" She ran over and said, "Finally woke up, are you feeling better?" ”

Ye Jiaqi touched her forehead, it was not hot.

"I'm a little tired, how did I get into the hospital......"

Ning An's face was still very pale, and he propped up the bed and wanted to sit up.

"Mr. Song, you have a fever, and he sent you to the hospital. He's gone to buy you something to eat, and he's probably going to be back soon. ”

"Oh." Ning An's brows furrowed.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the edge of the bed and brought her an apple.

"Hungry, huh? If the fever subsides, eat something, this is cut by Mr. Song himself. ”

"I don't really want to eat it."

"It's okay, then I'll accompany you."

"Thank you."

Ning An's hair fell on both sides of her shoulders, and her hair was dry and lost her usual luster.

Her face was extraordinarily haggard, without a trace of blood.

There was plenty of heating in the ward, but she was cold.

"Doctor, when can I be discharged?" Ning An asked.

"Wait for Mr. Song to come back and ask the doctor, you are still very weak now, wait, don't worry."

Ning An nodded.

Ye Jiaqi poured her a glass of boiled water, and Ning An held the warm water cup and rubbed it gently.

At this moment, Song Shaoyan pushed the door in.

He carried a shopping bag in his hand, which contained a lot of food, and he also bought hot porridge for Ning An.

Ning An raised his head, glanced at him, and lowered his head again.

"Wake up." Song Shaoyan's voice was slightly hoarse, "I just brought porridge, let's eat it while it's hot." ”