"I don't know what happened to me at the time." Song Qingnan lowered his head and said in a very low voice. Although Yu Yanbei was angry in her heart that she blocked the knife for him, and she had worried him for so long, but in fact, she was able to do this, did it prove that she already had him in her heart?

Yu Yanbei suddenly smirked, and Song Qingnan was puzzled for a while.

"Are you sick?" Song Qingnan raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"I ask you, why do you want to block the knife for me?" Yu Yanbei suddenly became serious, and Song Qingnan was a little scared.

"I just passed it subconsciously."

"Why do you have this subconscious?"

"I don't know, it's just ......"

"Because you're afraid I'll die, aren't you?" Yu Yanbei asked step by step, and in the end, he couldn't wait, so he interrupted Song Qingnan's words, making Song Qingnan stunned for a while, and then two red clouds flew on his cheeks.

"Hmm." Song Qingnan nodded lightly.

"Then why are you afraid of my death?" Yu Yanbei was still asking, Song Qingnan's face was now white and red, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to take a bite.

Facing Yu Yanbei's questioning, Song Qingnan seemed at a loss, and his big eyes were glowing with a faint light, as if he would cry out in the next second if he was wronged. Yu Yanbei was a little unbearable, but he wanted her to say it in person.

"Because I like you, enough is enough!" Song Qingnan suddenly yelled, his face turned even redder, his eyelashes fluttered, how cute he looked.

Yu Yanbei suddenly smiled and smiled softly. Song Qingnan was a little annoyed in his heart, and as soon as he raised his head, he glared at the man, but he was bewitched by the man's handsome smile, and he was stunned for a while.

"Silly, your husband and I are so good-looking?" Yu Yanbei blinked and looked at the woman. Song Qingnan came back to his senses and only felt that his old face was hot, and he turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

She knew that this dead man must be her words.

For the next period of time, Yu Yanbei looked at her every day, and Song Qingnan honestly stayed in the hospital bed for more than a week of boring time, but was told that he still couldn't be discharged from the hospital. As a last resort, the little woman could only continue to be in the hospital.

"Sister, are you okay?" Song Qinghe suddenly rushed into the ward and looked at Song Qingnan panting, Song Qingnan was stunned on the bed at that time, turned his head stiffly to look at Yu Yanbei, and asked why Song Qinghe knew.

"Why are you here?" Song Qingnan grinned and looked at him. "If I don't come, you'll have to hide from me for how long!" Song Qinghe's voice sounded a little annoyed, but he was still worried about her.

"How's it going, does it still hurt?" Song Qinghe stood in front of the hospital bed at a loss, not daring to move, for fear of hurting Song Qingnan.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Qingnan waved his hand and said indifferently, but because of this action, he pulled the wound again, and there was a painful "hiss-".

"You still say it doesn't hurt, you see you're like this."

"Don't worry, how did you find here?"

"Hmph, I'm angry when I talk about this, you guys have been full of me for so long, if I hadn't gone to Yu Koi this morning to find out about your 'business trip', I wouldn't have known about it." Song Qinghe aggravated the word "business trip" fiercely, and the woman and another man in the room were a little red-faced when they heard it.