Du Yan is also strong, even if she endures the pain, she has to hold her head high and finish this journey, she has no strength to walk through the door, so she can only take a car back from the side door, Du Yan returned to her room with difficulty, lying on the bed silently, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Song Yanjun, you bastard! This time, if you come and beg me, I won't look at you again. With that, she fell into darkness in a daze.

In the evening, when Song Yanjun returned home, he immediately went to find the driver, and asked worriedly: "Let you send the young grandmother to the hospital, did you send it over?" ”

The driver scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Young master, I really followed your instructions and kept guarding the door of the hotel, but I didn't see the young grandmother, sorry, young master, you scolded me." ”

"You ......" Song Yanjun's eyebrows and eyes swelled with anger, and then pushed the man away and strode upstairs.

First knocked on the door twice, but got no response, the wrinkles between Song Yanjun's eyebrows suddenly deepened a little, and he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

The room was very dark, almost out of sight, he could only turn on the phone, and in an instant, a faint light illuminated a small space, and he saw Du Yan lying on the head of the bed in an awkward position and falling asleep.

Her breathing was even, but her brows were wrinkled together, and there seemed to be a little tear stain on her cheeks, which should have just cried.

Suddenly, Song Yanjun's heart hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle, he clenched his fists, and secretly scolded a stupid person, he was injured, can't he just go to the hospital obediently? It's too strong.

With a sigh, he found the medicine box, carefully squatted beside Du Yan, helped her adjust her sleeping position, gently opened the zipper, and saw her wound clearly through the bedside lamp.

There was a bruise the size of an egg on her spine, and there was a little blood oozing from it, and he frowned slightly, and took a little ointment from his fingers, and gently applied it to her wound.

"It hurts." Du Yan felt pain in her sleep, she screamed uncomfortably, and struggled subconsciously.

"Good." Song Yanjun was afraid that she would accidentally hit the wound, so she immediately pressed the woman's shoulder and comforted her in a low voice: "It'll be better soon, it won't hurt very much." ”

"Song Yanjun, big bastard, he actually doesn't believe me." Du Yan was already in a daze, and she couldn't react to anything, as if she vaguely heard Song Yanjun's voice, and she couldn't help but scold.

Hearing the sound, the man's figure stiffened, hugged her shoulders and cried and laughed: "That's right, he's a bastard, don't toss." ”

"No, who are you? Song Yanjun can only scold me, you can't! In her dreams, Du Yan could still quarrel with him.

Song Yanjun looked down at the woman in her sleep, Du Yan's skin was very white, like a delicate porcelain under the moonlight, her eyes were closed together, looking down, the black short skirt and her snow-white skin formed a sharp contrast, giving people a strong visual impact, making people have to pay all their attention to her.

"Du Yan, you're a goblin." Song Yanjun sighed, leaned over and kissed the woman's red lips, he had been waiting for this moment for many years, how many days and nights, he missed her and wanted to hold her in his arms.

Afraid of hurting her wounds, Song Yanjun just stopped at a glance, then helped her cover the quilt and left quietly.

The next day, Du Yan woke up from her sleep.

She looked down at the quilt on her body, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, she couldn't help but wonder, she didn't cover the quilt yesterday?

Wait a minute, there seems to be something wrong, Du Yan sat up straight, got up and got out of bed, and found that the wound didn't seem to hurt so much, and looked back, there was a tube of ointment quietly on the head of the bed.

"Could it be a conch girl?" Du Yan laughed at herself, went over and picked up the ointment, and planned to go out and ask who was so kind to give her medicine in the middle of the night.

As soon as I went out, I heard Song Li chirping in the living room: "Whose courier is it in the morning?" ”

"I'm sorry, this is Miss Du Yan's." The courier brother scratched his head and delivered the courier to Song Li's hands.

"Du Yan?" Song Li raised his eyes unhappily: "What messy things did she buy again?" ”

When Du Yan went down the stairs, she happened to see Song Li holding her courier at a loss, so she immediately walked over quickly and snatched the things over, and said in a choked voice: "Miss Song, don't you know, did you sign for this kind of courier by me?" How can you take it at will? ”

"I'm ......" Song Li blushed and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Can I afford to look at your things?" ”

Du Yan hooked her lips disdainfully, picked up the signature pen, and signed for the courier, she looked down at the box in her hand, feeling very strange, it was said that she didn't buy anything? Why is there a courier delivered to my door?

"Why don't you open it and take a look? Maybe it's a good gift for you? Since the moment Du Yan picked up the express, Song Li stared at her, wanting to see what it was? But seeing that Du Yan didn't do it all the time, she was a little anxious to wait, so she could only take the initiative to come forward and urge.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Du Yan put the courier into her arms, stared at the woman opposite very unhappily, and sneered: "This is my thing, it has nothing to do with you, put away your curiosity for me." ”

After speaking, Du Yan took the courier and walked upstairs quickly.

"Hmph, it must be something unsightly, something mysterious!" The more she didn't let her look, the more itchy Song Li became, she snorted coldly, clasped her hands on her shoulders, sat on the sofa with her buttocks, and cursed through gritted teeth.

At this time, Du Yan had already returned to her room, she immediately found scissors to open the express, took out a tube of ointment from it, and looked at the instructions, which happened to treat external injuries.

Flip further down and there's nothing.

"Who sent this?" Du Yan's delicate brows furrowed, and she asked suspiciously, after all, there are not many people who know that she was injured, only Song Yanjun's brothers and sisters, how could these two people send her something by courier?

Just thinking about it, the mobile phone rang for a while, Du Yan looked down at the unfamiliar number and was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously pressed the answer button.

"Hey, is it Du Yan? You should have received the ointment by now, right? Yang Man's voice came from the other end of the earpiece, and it seemed to carry a little concern and worry.