Song Cangran glanced at Huo Zizhao silently and quietly held his hand.

The latter smiled at her nonchalantly.

It's been so many years, he has long passed the age where he needs the love of his parents, Huo Yichuan doesn't care about him, he has long been used to it.

But Song Canran felt distressed.

For the sake of such a woman, Huo Yichuan has abandoned him once, ignored him for more than ten years, and now faced with a choice, he once again did not hesitate to abandon him.

It's chilling enough for a father to do this.

Having said that, compared with his wife who has been with each other for decades, Huo Zizhao, an unfilial son, is naturally more suspicious.

Li Jiayi's many years of virtuousness are not in vain, Huo Zizhao made her unable to have children, she endured it, and regarded Huo Zizhao as if she had come out, how could such a kind and beautiful woman be narrow-minded and unable to tolerate others?

And Huo Zizhao even has to do things when his father lives in a hospital, and he usually has that attitude towards Li Jiayi, no wonder Huo Yichuan doesn't believe him.

Song Cangran smiled coldly and took Lu Meng out of the ward.

"Nurse Lu, how are you?"

"I'm fine," Lu Meng implicitly curled the corners of her lips.

"How can it be okay? I look at it when it's hurt like this, can you still walk? ”

Lu Meng didn't speak, and showed a painful expression cooperatively.

So she pretended to hold the other party, and then asked the nurse for a wheelchair, and thoughtfully pushed Lu Meng to the scald department.

Huo Zizhao followed left and right without hurrying, and took the initiative to hold the wheelchair after walking a few steps.

Lu Meng actually wanted to go by himself, but for the sake of realism, he had to sit solemnly with the "injured" leg that had been put on makeup.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw two hands clasped together at her side.

And then all sorts of small actions.

She turned her face decisively, and looked at the old monk with her eyes, nose, nose, and heart.

The wheelchair stopped at the elevator door, Song Cangran was unprepared, dragged Huo Zizhao's big palm, and wrote in the palm of his hand one by one.

Huo Zizhao looked at her deeply, and his eyes were shining.

You.

Still.

Yes.

I.

After the words were written, she curled up his palm with her small hand, smiled at him, and gestured with her mouth: "It's okay." ”

It's okay, you still have me.

Lu Meng on the side: "......"

Nima made you cheap and let you peek, and you stole what dog food to eat, and you deserved to be abused to the core.

Seeing the elevator door pop open, she quickly rocked her wheelchair and pushed herself forward on her own.

On the other side, Li Jiayi was physically and mentally damaged, and was comforted by Huo Yichuan for a while, and was lying on the bed with her eyes closed to recuperate, when she suddenly heard someone calling her.

"Mrs. Huo."

She opened her eyes and saw a nurse wearing a mask standing in front of her, frowning, "What's the matter?" Aren't all the needles done? ”

"Mrs. Huo, have you forgotten something?"

"What did I forget?" She was confused.

"Didn't you just ask me for a syringe?" The nurse said lightly: "I brought it to you when you said it was useful, I didn't know what you wanted that thing for, but now I understand, Mrs. Huo, I came to remind you that you seem to have forgotten to give money for that needle." ”

"When have I ever done this?" Li Jiayi was taken aback, seemed to understand something, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" Is it really a nurse? ”

Although most of the nurses here are wearing masks, she has already recognized the few people who come in and out of the ward, and this person is very eye-catching.

The nurse sneered.

"Mrs. Huo, a syringe is not worth a few dollars, since you don't want to give it, I'll go to Mr. Huo to ask for it."