Hearing her stop, Song Shihai turned his face in confusion.

"Oops, my stomach hurts, Dad, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Song Shihai didn't care, nodded, turned around and walked towards the door, he was in a hurry just now, and the door didn't seem to be closed.

Following his steps, Song Cangran saw someone's sneakers arrogantly placed on the side of the door, as long as he lowered his head slightly, he could see it.

"Ah, wait!"

She was anxious for a while, and grabbed Song Shihai's hand.

"Hiss......" Song Shihai inhaled low.

"You're hurt?"

"Nope."

She grabbed his arm without saying anything, and saw that the wrist was red and swollen, bulging like a bun.

"How?"

"I accidentally twisted it."

"Just twisted?" Song Cangran touched it lightly, and his brows furrowed in pain.

"Let's go to the hospital and take a picture to see if there are any broken bones."

"How can a broken bone be? I just accidentally twisted it, my injury is clear to me, and it will be fine tomorrow. ”

Seeing him pull down his sleeves and cover his wrists indifferently, Song Cangran didn't say a word, grabbed his shoulders and pressed him to the sofa.

"Sit still."

She pulled out the kit from the locker and pulled out a bottle of bone-setting potion and sprayed it on his wound.

"I'll put an ice pack on you, and if the swelling doesn't go down tomorrow, you still have to go to the hospital for a film."

Song Shihai responded perfunctorily, watching her carefully deal with her injuries, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

It is said that the daughter is the lover of her father's last life, and the relationship between their father and daughter was very close before, compared to Gu Xinjie, who was born as a teacher, Song Canran obviously prefers Song Shihai, who has a gentle temper and often relieves her.

It seems that since then, she has gradually distanced herself from him, and on the surface, there is still a smile and no change, but it just gives him a feeling of separation.

And tonight, she was aggressively accusing him in the hotel room, looking at him with a hostility in her eyes, and for a moment, it seemed so strange to him.

Song Shihai smiled with relief, his daughter has not changed, she still cares about him, and the previous estrangement is probably a normal stage in every girl's growth.

Song Canran comforted his father, and when he didn't pay attention, he secretly poked and poked Huo Zizhao's clothes and shoes outside, wrapped them in a ball, tore off his coat and stuffed it in, pretended to have a stomachache, and took it back to his room.

Pushing open the door that she had brought open, she saw someone leaning on the head of her bed, with her long legs bent and her notebook resting on it.

This heart is also too big, is there wood?

"Put it on, I'll find a chance to lure Dad away, and you'll find a way to get out."

Speechless, she snatched her computer and shoved his clothes into him.

"Xiaoman."

Before Huo Zizhao could speak, Song Shihai knocked on the door, and twisted the doorknob without waiting for her to answer.

“！！！”

She was agitated, and with a fierce push with both hands, she lifted a certain man down.

"Xiaoman, did you have a bad stomach? I've got some medicine for you. ”

Song Shihai pushed the door in, she looked at the empty bed, and suddenly reacted to what she had done.

"Uh, I'm fine, I'm feeling better."

Looking at the man's shirt and pants on the bed, she quickly pulled back the quilt to cover it.

Song Shihai put the medicine and water cup on the desk, turned his head and said with concern: "If you don't feel well, rest early."

"I know, I'm going to sleep......"

Thinking about a certain man in her heart, she sent Song Shihai away in a few words, walked around to the side of the bed in a few steps, and saw him sitting on the floor with his knees crossed, his black eyes full of condemnation, like an abandoned puppy, looking at her aggrieved and resentful.