It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon that Song Qingchun tidied up.

Song Menghua was leaning on the head of the bed and listening to a book, Song Qingchun, who was a little tired, was just about to rest on the sofa for a while when there was a knock on the door of the ward.

"Youth ......" Song Menghua took off his headphones and shouted Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun said "oh", got up, and went to open the door, but he didn't expect that it was Su Zhinian's mother.

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, then raised a smile and greeted politely: "Aunt Su." ”

Then Song Qingchun got out of the way and let Su Zhinian's mother in.

When Song Menghua saw Su Zhinian's mother, he immediately turned off the listening book on his mobile phone, and motioned to Song Qingchun to serve tea and pour water.

When Su Zhinian's mother took the hot tea handed by Song Qingchun, she also chatted with her with a smile, all of which were words of praise for her.

Song Qingchun bent her lips and waited patiently for her to finish, then sat back on the sofa and helped her start peeling the fruit.

Song Menghua: "Why are you here today?" ”

"Come to the medical report, and come and see you by the way." After Su Zhinian's mother finished replying, she asked again: "When will you be discharged from the hospital?" ”

"I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and if I don't get out of the hospital, I will miss the wedding of my youth......" After staying in the hospital for so long, Song Menghua has really lived enough, and when he mentions being discharged, he seems a little excited.

Su Mu pursed her lips and smiled, as if she remembered something, she took out a brocade box from the bag she was carrying, and handed it to Song Menghua: "This is the wedding gift I prepared for my youth." ”

Song Menghua opened the gift box instead of Song Qingchun, which was a bracelet of mutton fat and white jade, which was moist and transparent, and it was worth a lot of money at a glance.

"What are you doing with such a valuable gift?" Song Menghua's tone was obviously a little reproachful.

Su Mu smiled and didn't speak.

Song Menghua opened his mouth and asked again: "By the way, what about the thoughts?" I remember that the thought is as big as Song Cheng, and it's time to get married......"

Song Qingchun's action of peeling the fruit paused slightly, and then he heard Su Mu sigh: "Alas, don't mention it, I've urged it eight hundred times, and I can't make any movement in life or death." ”

"Didn't you find the right one?" Song Menghua really likes Su Zhinian, this kind of liking is the kind of heart-wrenching liking that he likes for no reason when he sees it for the first time, so he is very enthusiastic and begins to help: "Or, I'll help Zhinian look for it?" I know a lot of celebrities with good family backgrounds......"

Su Mu shook her head and refused a little helplessly: "Forget it, I don't know how many I have helped him look for, he hasn't even seen him, you have looked for him, he won't see him, isn't this an offending person?" ”

"But ......" Su Mu changed her breath and said again, "...... I have a girl I like......"

"Really? That's a good thing, I'm not young, so I'll get married as soon as it's suitable. ”

"That's what I thought, too, but he didn't bring the girl back to show me at all...... I'm angry when I talk about this, if I hadn't accidentally found out that he had a girl he liked, I guess he would have been hiding it from me...... Today's young people, what do they think, I really don't understand, there is no good name, there is a person who has to be hidden in something. ”

Song Qingchun's hand shook, and the tip of the knife slipped to the tip of his fingertips, and there were bright red blood beads, which came out.