There are so many people engaged in scientific research around the world, and it is the first time that Zhao Huaiming has really come into contact with people who have been killed because of scientific research, and his first reaction is to thank his mother-in-law and father-in-law for not telling Song Yi about this.

The second reaction was to try to dissuade Song Yi from giving up his dream, but he didn't say it, after all, some words can only be thought about in his heart, and if he says it, he will not only hurt others, but also hurt himself.

"This should be the end of this matter, everything will be fine in the future." Zhao Huaiming knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he could only support her as much as possible, and then use his own ability to protect her, "I will be by your side and never leave." ”

The injured Song Yi was particularly weak, she believed this kind of thing for the first time, but she didn't say it, she just hugged Zhao Huaiming's arm and tried hard to get into his arms.

Is this the end of the matter?

From what she saw, it really wasn't like.

But she didn't want to think about the things that would hurt her head if she thought about it too much, she just wanted to hug him, and it would be better if she could have onion soup to drink.

Zhao Huaiming can also be regarded as understanding the temperament of this little master in his arms, he has already made soup, but it is not Song Yiai's onion soup, but the pigeon soup that nourishes the body in the legend.

"I brought some pigeon soup, would you like to drink it now?"

"Good!"

Song Yi nodded vigorously, and then she didn't know if it was pulling that muscle, and the wound hurt, she gasped, but fortunately, the wound was strong and not cracked.

"Be careful," Zhao Huaiming shook the hospital bed a little, and then stuffed a big pillow behind Song Yi's back, "I'll feed you, you lie down and don't move." ”

Song Yi, who had food and everything to discuss, nodded obediently.

Zhao Huaiming served a bowl of pigeon soup, then picked up a spoonful and sent it to Song Yi's mouth.

Song Yi took advantage of the situation and drank it.

"Is it good?"

How hard-won is this bowl of soup...... Song Yi didn't know for the time being, she tasted the product and opened her mouth.

Zhao Huaiming immediately fed another bite.

"It feels a little fishy." Song Yi came to a serious conclusion, "I don't like the taste of pigeons, I still think onion soup is the best, otherwise stewed pork ribs with white radish will be fine." ”

"Well, next time I'll let the chef stew something else for you."

Zhao Huaiming said very calmly.

Song Yi blinked his eyes and asked with some pity, "Didn't you make this soup?" ”

“…… No, the time is too tight today, I'll make it for you next time. Zhao Huaiming quietly opened the topic, "Next time I will make you stewed pork ribs with white radish?" ”

"Yes, yes! Your soup is definitely better than the chef's soup at home! ”

Zhao Huaiming fed the soup for a moment, "Why do you think so?" ”

"Intuition!" The little expression on Song Yi's face was proud, "A woman's sixth sense tells me that your cooking skills must be super good!" ”

Zhao Huaiming couldn't help but avoid the wound on Song Yi's head and rubbed her head, the smile in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Well, there is vision."

I didn't hear this to the chef at home, and if he heard it, I was afraid that he would be able to scold his mother.

You're a good cook!

After drinking the soup, Song Yi was really in pain and took some analgesics.

After making sure that Song Yi was asleep, Zhao Huaiming kissed her forehead and said word by word: "Yiyi, good dream." ”

Then he got up and left the room, and Secretary Zhang, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately began to report on the way and results of all the things that had to be handled during this time, as well as some matters to be dealt with.

"BOSS, they came to ask the gang who hurt Madame what to do?"