I dialed the phone urgently, and it took a long time for someone to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Where have you been? Why not stay in the hospital? Did you know that you're not feeling well right now? Is there anything I can't do after surgery? As soon as he was connected, he asked angrily, and even now it was as if he was going to get her back in person.

Song Shihao was silent for a while before replying: "If you don't do some things now, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future." ”

Tong Yuyang was silent, she had to be right, if she didn't do some things now, I was afraid that she wouldn't have a chance in the future, and she also knew how difficult her disease was, so she prepared for the worst from the beginning.

"I'm at home, don't come looking for me, I'll go back by myself later." She was ready to hang up.

Tong Yuyang hurriedly spoke before she hung up the phone: "Good time, believe me, I will find it." ”

Song Shihao's movements paused, and she didn't say anything for a long time, she walked to the window, and the thick blackout curtains were opened, and the sunshine with a little warmth spread on her, a little dazzling, she raised her hand to block the sun, and frowned.

"Where there is sunshine, there is hope, but in fact, we all know that hope is too slim." Her words were a little heavy, as if she was determined that she couldn't find a kidney source that could match her.

There was a "click" sound at the door, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the door, and it seemed that Yang Minghui had returned.

"There are still a few months, don't worry, hang up first." She didn't give Tong Yuyang a chance to speak, and hung up the antelope.

And the man in the hallway had already walked up to her, stepped forward, took her in his arms behind him, leaned his head on her shoulder, and sniffed the good perfume on her.

Song Shihao held his hand on his waist, let himself lean into his arms, and closed his eyes a little comfortably: "Why did you come back so early today?" ”

"Did you watch the news?"

Song Shihao shook her head, she was so sleepy that it didn't take long to get up.

Yang Minghui kissed her lightly on the neck, and then left: "I want to come back to see you." ”

She was less disgusted by his intimacy, and although she was still a little resistant, more often she was slowly accepting him.

His arm was measured on her waist, and his eyebrows frowned with some displeasure: "I have to find a way to make you grow a little meat, are you still anorexic?" ”

There was a faint smile on the corner of Song Shihao's mouth, anorexia was fake, but warmth was real. People who don't have an appetite for anything in the hospital always want to eat at home.

"No, I'm always hungry and want to eat."

Yang Minghui let go of her, held her face, and kissed her on the forehead: "Wait first, I'll do it for you." ”

"Hmm."

He walked into the kitchen and began to sort out the ingredients, and suddenly looked at Song Shihao, who came in with him, as if he thought of something, and asked, "By the way, who was it just now?" What's a few months left? ”

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Song Shihao's words, I don't know why, he always felt that that sentence was not a good word, and he suppressed it just now and didn't ask, but it didn't mean that his heart was surging like a flood of fear.

Song Shihao sat in front of the bar and watched him busy, and replied casually: "Friends who go out to play together, I was supposed to spend the New Year outside, and then go to different countries to play for a while. ”

Yang Minghui's heart left on the sentence "There are still a few months" just now has finally returned to its original position, and the corners of his mouth are also consciously involved.