Song Nana looked at him innocently.

Fu Tingchuan said something to the computer again, then closed the computer, and he walked towards the hospital bed.

Song Nana's hand was hanging with the potion, the infusion tube was evenly dripping with the medicine, she held the quilt tightly with her other hand, and when she saw Fu Tingchuan approaching, she reached out and pulled it.

The quilt covered half of her face, and her brows and eyes were soft and pitiful.

Fu Tingchuan then said, "You have a fever." ”

Song Nana replied softly.

He said again: "The nurse has taken your temperature just now, and it has cooled down, and you can leave after hanging up this bottle of medicine." ”

"Thank you."

Song Nana seemed a little shy and a little frightened, her eyelashes trembling slightly, like a thin layer of butterfly wings.

"So afraid of me?" Fu Tingchuan suddenly asked.

Song Nana didn't dare to look at him even more, the fever subsided, the sickly flush on her cheeks disappeared, and now she was dyed with a shy red glow.

She didn't say anything.

Fu Tingchuan smiled lowly.

After a long time, he said: "Song Yushuang called me last night. ”

Hearing this, the little girl's cheeks turned white in an instant, she looked at Fu Tingchuan, opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she still didn't have the courage.

Fu Tingchuan looked at Song Nanai deeply, a pity rose in his heart, his extremely black eyes fell on the little girl's cheeks, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the little girl say:

"Can I follow you?"

It seemed that these six words had exhausted the little girl's greatest courage, and after saying that, the little girl shrank into the bed again.

Fu Tingchuan was stunned for a moment.

He asked, "Why?" ”

Song Nana took a deep breath, then raised her eyelashes and looked at him steadily, her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes didn't know when they were wet.

"Nobody wants me anymore," she said. ”

After a pause, Song Nana hurriedly said: "I can do anything, as long as you don't lose me." ”

The last few words, the more you say it, the lighter it becomes.

The fingers that were clutching the quilt turned white from the exertion, and when she finished speaking, she lowered her head, her face flushing as if she could drip blood.

Fu Tingchuan frowned and looked at her: "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"I know." Song Nana covered her face with the quilt, tears fell down in big drops, she sobbed quietly, pear blossoms brought rain.

"But I have nowhere to go," she cried, "and I am a valuable commodity in her eyes." ”

This she naturally refers to Song Yushuang.

Fu Tingchuan's eyebrows furrowed enough to kill a fly, Song Yushuang did call him last night, and he was testing his attitude towards Song Nanai.

He listened to only a few words before hanging up.

Fu Tingchuan is notoriously unkind in the top circles in Shangjing, and the only pity is only given to Song Nanai, and he naturally doesn't bother to pay attention to a person who betrays his daughter.

During Song Nana's sleep, Fu Tingchuan checked her all over and knew that Song Nana had completely torn her face with Song Yushuang.

But he didn't expect that Song Nana would want to follow him.

Fu Tingchuan said in a low voice: "Have you thought about it?" ”

He has never been a good person, and it is rare to have pity for a person, and since the other party has taken the initiative, he will naturally not refuse.

Song Nana nodded with red eyes.

Fu Tingchuan wanted to say something, and someone knocked on the door of the ward.

Seeing that Song Nana shrank her head like a frightened bird, he chuckled lightly and said Please come in.

The door was pushed open, and Ji Rongwen, who was dressed in a white coat, walked in, with a pair of gentle phoenix eyes under gold-rimmed glasses, and the lenses glowed with blue light.

He put one hand in his pocket and the other hand held the medical record, and when he saw Fu Tingchuan, he raised his eyebrows.