Ye Yan sat up from the chair idly and stared at her with interest.

"Because of love."

Song Yi seemed to have heard some terrible secret, and instantly petrified.

Why, why is it that even the sound is exactly the same?

Could it be that technology is so avant-garde now, even the sound can be reorganized?

Just then, there was a slight knock on the door.

South Korea pushed the door in, and saw Song Hao's face with something wrong, which was a little strange.

"What's the matter, kid? Ah Yan bullied you? ”

Hearing this name, Song Yi instantly felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

She held her breath and slowly reacted.

"He's ...... Ye Yan? ”

Nanhan reached out and touched her forehead, then turned to look at the people on the balcony.

"What have you done to people? It scared the kids stupid. ”

Ye Yan raised his eyebrows and silently left him with a roll of his eyes.

Song Yi was pulled by South Korea to sit down with an uncomfortable expression, and for the first time he felt like he was in a hurry.

"Don't be afraid, little friend." As South Korea sat in the chair across from her, an inexplicable emotion called fatherly love came to her heart.

He patted his chest with an oath, "Follow me in the future, if I have a bite to eat, there will be-"

Ye Yan followed: "You have a bowl brush." ”

Song T: "......"

South Korea, who was demolished, was so angry that his nose smoked, and he suddenly bounced up from his chair and rushed to the balcony with his teeth and claws.

"Ye Yan, I'm you-"

Ye Yan covered his mouth and warned him with his eyes: "The child is still here." ”

South Korea swallowed the last few dirty words and broke free from his hand.

Song Yu slowly got up and walked towards Ye Yan.

Seeing the white bandages on his face, I felt very uncomfortable.

She stood behind him and said with concern, "It's still ...... Does it hurt? ”

"It's not a big deal," Ye Yan deliberately frowned, revealing an expression of hidden pain, "It's just a little concussion." ”

Song Yi was frightened, "Concussion?!" ”

As he spoke, he leaned over and held his face and patted him lightly.

Ye Yan pulled her little hand down from her face and squeezed it in her palm.

"Damn," Nan Han couldn't stand it anymore, and kicked him from behind, "Can you not be so disgusting, a big man is still spoiled by other people's little girls!" ”

Ye Yan threw him a warning look: You know a fart.

What kind of manly man are you doing at this time?

can't be her man, Lao Tzu doesn't even do it.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry to interrupt."

South Korea's intimidation is very fast and standard.

The next second, it flashed out of the ward.

Song swallowed and stared at his head.

Ye Yan patted the back of her hand meaningfully, "If something happens to my brother, you have to support me." ”

Song Yi's eyes couldn't help but become sour, and he was about to say something, when there was a sudden sound of opening the door behind him.

She subconsciously looked back.

It's a doctor.

Song Yi seemed to have seen a savior, and picked up the female doctor's hand with swollen eyes, "Doctor, he, is he okay?" ”

"What could it be?" The doctor glanced at the teary-eyed little girl, and withdrew his hand strangely, "It's a little bit of skin, it's been sterilized." ”

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, looked back at the dazzling white bandage on Ye Yan's head, and didn't react.

"Yes...... But ......"

The doctor laughed: "If you don't feel at ease, you can buy a band-aid." ”

Song Yi looked confused.

"But he's still got a bandage on his head......"

The doctor walked to the door and stopped, looked back at Ye Yan carefully, and said "oh" for a long time.

This sound of "oh" made Ye Yan a little panicked.

The doctor put his hands in his white pockets, "I guess it's to shade the sun." ”

Song Yi: ......