Song Youman, who was originally more serious with Han Jingnian, heard the movement, glanced at the door, and after touching Han Zhijin, she pinched the fingertips of the fruit fork and increased her strength, and then retracted her gaze and began to eat the fruit without saying a word.

Han Zhijin, who was holding a bouquet of flowers and carrying several bags of nutritional products, saw Song Youman as soon as he entered the house, and his ears couldn't help but burn a little, so much so that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva before he opened his mouth to shout: "Little uncle...... Little aunt ......"

Han Zhijin, whose eyes fell on Song Youman again, hugged the flower in his arms nervously for some reason, and paused for a while before opening his mouth again: "...... You're there, too. ”

Han Jingnian faced Han Zhijin's greeting, glanced at him, and didn't say anything.

Xia Wanliang got up, took the flowers and nutritional products that Han Zhijin brought him, and beckoned him to sit by the way.

As if he hadn't heard Han Zhijin's words, Song Youman stared intently at a plate of fruits and blindly stuffed them into his mouth.

"Little uncle, are you okay?"

Han Jingnian nodded slightly, "Hmm".

"What about the little aunt? I heard you've been having a fever, are you getting better now? ”

"I'm fine...... Xia Wanyi took a new fruit fork again and handed it to Han Zhijin, "Do you want to eat some fruit?" ”

After Han Zhijin took the fruit fork, he said "thank you", and then poked away a piece of watermelon.

While he was chewing the watermelon, he glanced at Song Youman opposite, the girl lowered her eyelids, and stuffed fruit into her mouth one bite at a time with a very calm expression.

It's just that...... She stuffed kiwi that she didn't like to eat.

Han Zhijin rotated the fruit plate and turned the place with more pineapples to Song Youman's eyes.

"How's the company now?"

Hearing Han Jingnian's question, Han Zhijin hurriedly replied.

After that, Han Jingnian and Han Zhijin chatted about some company matters.

Xia Goodnight leaned on the sofa and listened sleepily; Song Youman absentmindedly took the fruit fork and drew on the table.

By the time the two of them finished chatting about work, it was almost half an hour later.

Han Zhijin saw that the little uncle had nothing to ask, so he glanced at Song Youman's side, and found that the fruit he turned over, Song Youman didn't move.

He frowned puzzledly and asked, "Youman, why don't you eat fruit?" ”

Hearing his words, Song Youman threw the fruit fork in his hand into the trash can next to him, and looked at Xia Wanhao: "An'an, it's not early, I still have an appointment in the evening, so I'll leave first." ”

"Then I'll send you." Xia Wanwan followed Song Youman to get up, took her arm, and walked out the door.

Xia Goodnight sent Song Youman all the way to the elevator, and after watching Song Youman enter the elevator, Xia Goodnight walked to the ward.

After walking a few steps, he bumped into Han Zhijin who was in a hurry.

"Little aunt, I'm also leaving......" Han Zhijin saw that the elevator door not far away opened, left a word, and quickly entered the elevator without waiting for Xia Goodnight to respond.

Coming out of the inpatient building, Han Zhijin stood at the door and looked left and right, and then chased after Song Youman, who was about to walk in front of the car.

At the moment when Song Youman opened the car door, Han Zhijin called out to her, "Youman!" ”

Song Youman stopped opening the door, glanced back at Han Zhijin, and his tone was a little impatient: "What are you doing?" ”

Han Zhijin, who was often murdered by Song Youman, looked her up and down, "Your eldest aunt is here?" ”