The two sat on the bed, Xiao Rongrong looked at him with his head down, subconsciously pinched the sheets, and felt the warmth of his palm wandering at her ankles, powerful and comfortable, her eyes were misty, and she couldn't help but hum.

Song Yuqiao paused, his ankle was red, but it was not a big deal, he hurriedly applied it twice and stood up, without looking at her and whispering: "Okay, go first."

Xiao Rongrong came out of the hallucination, saw his back and fled, and quickly rolled out of bed, but accidentally twisted her foot, her face changed greatly, and she snorted mixed with gasping crying.

Song Yuqiao was stunned for a moment, touched the doorknob and froze, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Rongrong sitting on the edge of the bed, the suspender pajamas on her body revealed a large area of scenery, and the white flowers stimulated his eyes, his eyes darkened, and he turned his face away, suppressing the disgusting emotion in his heart.

"Y-Are you alright?"

"Something." Xiao Rongrong saw that he didn't come, and cried, "It hurts, I can't stand up." ”

Song Yuqiao hesitated, "Do you want to go to the hospital?" ”

Xiao Rongrong stretched out her arms aggrievedly, looked at him with big watery eyes, and wanted him to hug her. Song Yuqiao was up and down for a while, but he thought that if her leg was serious, she might fall ill, so now was not the time to think about this.

He walked quickly to her, bent down to pick her up, his face unchanged, and his tone was flat: "I'll take you to the hospital."

He pulled a coat over her body, blocking the view from her.

Xiao Rongrong lay in his arms, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Arriving at the hospital, the doctor bandaged it briefly, and then instructed two sentences, Song Yuqiao nodded one by one, and when he was done, he helped Xiao Rongrong to go outside.

Xiao Rongrong's cheeks flushed and floated, one by one, her hands tightly clasped his arms, and she said as she walked: "I like you, can you put down the person in your heart and take a look at me?"

She mustered up the courage to look over, Song Yuqiao lowered her head, saw her hot eyes in a trance, her eyelids jumped, she looked away in a panic, and took a deep breath.

This heavy feeling frightened him.

He tried to escape, and the place where he touched her stiffened.

He didn't speak, Xiao Rongrong was a little sad, until he sent her home, he didn't say anything, which made Xiao Rongrong nervous, thinking that he had said the wrong thing.

Song Yuqiao returned home and drunk himself, he wanted to push it off this marriage, he didn't want to find someone who had no feelings to spend his life with, so every day in the future would be torture.

He picked up the wine bottle in a distraction, poured one sip after another, his eyes were clear to blurry, and in a trance, he seemed to see Shen Shengyu, standing in front of him, smiling and waving at him, saying that she was leaving.

He was reluctant, and when he pounced, it was just a cloud of mist.

His knee hit the coffee table, and he finally fell to the ground, and his face became more and more pale from the pain.

He collapsed on the ground, fell to the ground in large characters, stretched out his hands weakly, closed his eyes slowly, and the heat on his forehead had made him confused.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door, Song Yuqiao took a deep breath, and with a trace of reason, he reluctantly turned over and walked over, the moment he opened the door, he seemed to have withdrawn his strength, his feet were weak, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Being held by others, the fresh smell lingered on the tip of his nose, which was the last smell Song Yuqiao smelled when he fell into a coma.

Fang Yuan hurriedly supported him, but her strength was a little small, he was tall, and the weight of his whole body leaned on hers, almost bringing her to the ground.

"Song Yuqiao?"

Fang Yuan tilted his head to look at Song Yuqiao, who was leaning on her shoulder, and pushed him, his arms hung straight, his eyes were closed, his lips were slightly pursed, and there was an unnatural flush on his cheeks.

She touched his forehead, startled.

It's hot as if it's been soaked in boiling water.

How did it burn like this, if you don't take the medicine in time, you will definitely burn stupidly.

Fang Yuan didn't dare to delay, he quickly dragged him to the bed in the bedroom, and then found a medical box in the living room, took antipyretic medicine and warm water to him, and fed him medicine.

At first, he didn't open his mouth at all, but in the end, Fang Yuan tried his best to pry it open before he reluctantly opened his mouth a little.

The moment he opened his mouth, he hurriedly threw the pill in.

Then she took a fruit candy and threw it in to relieve the bitterness.

I tucked the quilt for him, and when I went out, I saw wine bottles all over the floor, my brows were slightly wrinkled, I had a fever and I was drinking, why didn't I drink him to death?

I really don't care about my body.

Fang Yuan muttered indignantly in her heart, but seeing him uncomfortable because of the fever, she was also very uncomfortable in her heart, and she wished that she would take the fever for him herself.

After cleaning up the garbage in the living room, she went to the kitchen to cook a pot of rice porridge and eat it when he woke up.

As the sun set, the man in the bedroom woke up slowly, and the golden light refracted outside the window could let him know what time it was, and he kneaded his eyebrows tiredly, and his brain was chaotic.

Barely holding it up, he looked down at the quilt that covered him and fell into deep thought.

His forehead was still burning, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as before, and behind him was sweaty and wet, and he was dazed for a moment.

He remembered that he got up and opened the door, and then he couldn't hold it anymore, and then what?

How did he?

Song Yuqiao turned over and got out of bed, walked to the living room, and smelled a fragrant smell of rice porridge, which made his already hungry stomach growl even more.

He frowned, walked over, and saw the cooled rice porridge on the table, and saw a note next to it.

Mr. Song, remember to eat porridge when you get up, and when the porridge is cold, put it in the microwave to heat it up. Don't skip a meal, or your stomach will not be able to stand it.

PS: My name is Fang Yuan, the square of the square, the circle of the circle.

Song Yuqiao pinched the piece of paper, laughed silently, he sat down, picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful, and ate it into his mouth, the porridge was soft and smooth, sweet and delicious, light and suitable, so that he couldn't help but eat two more bowls.

After eating, he sat for half an hour, his brain spinning slowly as if it were rusty.

Suddenly, as if he had figured something out, his eyes narrowed, and he felt that he had to make a choice.

If you don't want to be bound, you have to fight back.

In the evening, he returned to Song's house and saw Song's mother as he wished, Song's mother's face was not very good, and when she saw Song Yuqiao, she was very dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you?" How did you hurt Rong Rong's ankle? ”

When she learned that Xiao Rongrong's ankle was injured, she subconsciously felt that her son did it, how could her ankle be sprained for no reason, it must be a dispute between the two, so it was sprained, wasn't it.

Song Yuqiao looked at her deeply, and his voice was cold and indifferent: "I don't marry."