After looking around, Su Qianci returned the same way in despair.

Walking outside Rong Haiyue's ward, Su Qianci knocked on the door, and the inside quickly responded, "Come in." ”

Rong Haiyue's voice.

Su Qianci walked in, and Rong Haiyue, who was leaning on the hospital bed, had a light eye, but he saw that there was a trace of imperceptible loss in his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "It's you." ”

It's this girl......

He had just actually, almost mistaken her for someone else.

Su Qianci nodded and said sincerely: "Last night, thank you." ”

"No thanks, if it's someone else, I'll save it too."

So, it's not because you look like her.

Rong Haiyue said this to himself from the bottom of his heart, but when he saw that face, his heart was still painful.

Su Qianci walked over, glanced at his arm that was obviously wrapped in gauze under his sleeve, and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry I hurt you." ”

Rong Haiyue hurriedly helped her up and said: "I said, if it were someone else, I would also save it, in that situation last night, I don't think anyone would sit idly by, not to mention, I am a soldier." ”

"I know."

"It's good that you know, a soldier, the embodiment of justice, if you don't even do anything when you see that kind of thing as a soldier, isn't it too cowardly, and it's too wasteful to be a soldier?" Rong Haiyue pretended to be proud, but after finishing speaking, he suddenly realized that he had unconsciously moved out the set that he usually coaxed his daughter.

Su Qianci wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help but redden, "Thank you, thank you, thank you really much." ”

"You kid......" Rong Rui smiled lowly, but the fist hidden under the quilt tightened slightly.

It's too similar, it's exactly the same as when Rong Xuan was young.

Honest, simple, and kind and upright.

What a good child, but why, is it Song Yifan's daughter?

Rong Haiyue was a little lost, looked at her, and pretended to ask casually, "Has your father come to see you?" ”

"He's in London, and my husband probably didn't tell him about it."

"On a business trip?"

"Performance."

"Oh...... It's good, Mr. Song is a very good musician, and the children of our neighbors especially admire him. ”

Su Qianci smiled slightly, her eyes sparkled, and nodded: "I also admire him very much, my father is the best." ”

"Hmm." Rong Haiyue lowered his eyes and hid his loneliness.

"Mr. Rong, could you give me your contact information?"

Rong Haiyue was a little surprised, but he hurriedly agreed, turned his head and went to the desktop to flip through the paper.

However, there is no such thing.

Rong Haiyue was a little stunned and said, "You better tell me your number, and I'll call you." ”

Su Qianci reported Li Sicheng's number, and quickly added: "This is my husband's phone, I don't know where my phone went, I'll go back and replace the card." ”

"Okay, tell me yours too, okay?"

Su Qianci reported her number again, looked at the time in the ward, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, "It's too late, I'll go back first, good night, Mr. Rong." ”

"Good night, get ahead of your day."

Su Qianci nodded gratefully, quickly walked out, and closed the door with his hand.

Back in the ward, Li Sicheng sat on the edge of the bed with his mobile phone, looking a little sleepy-eyed.

Seeing her coming in from outside, he asked, "Have you gone to Rong Haiyue?" ”

(Po Sing Shek Academy)