Song Zhiyuan stayed until Liu Mengyun finished washing and lying down before leaving.

Mimi sent her downstairs, and after leaving the hospital building, Mimi suddenly asked, "Sister Iris, it was said on the Internet that Xu Nianhe was going to kill Mr. Zhou, is he okay?" ”

"I've had some injuries, but he's fine." Song Zhiyuan said.

Mimi nodded, hesitated and asked, "Actually, you and Mr. Zhou have already obtained a marriage certificate, right?" ”

Song Zhiyuan looked at her, suddenly raised his lips and smiled, nodded and said, "Yes!" However, I can't let my mother know about this for the time being, I have to take it step by step. ”

Mimi nodded heavily, "Well, Sister Iris, don't worry, I understand, I will never talk nonsense in front of Aunt Liu." ”

Song Zhiyuan also nodded, smiled and said, "Because I know that you are professional and caring enough, Qi Chuan and I will choose you, as long as you take care of my mother, Qi Chuan and I will not treat you badly." ”

"Well, Sister Iris, don't worry, it's my job to take care of Aunt Liu, and I won't be careless." Mimi said very seriously, quite a bit of assurance.

Song Zhiyuan smiled brightly, "Well, I believe in you." ”

……

When Song Zhiyuan returned to the hospital ward from the sanatorium, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Before entering the ward, Song Zhiyuan asked the nurse who took care of Zhou Qichuan, how much did he eat for lunch and dinner, and he didn't sleep now?

The nurses answered truthfully.

"Been working on files and haven't slept?" After the nurse finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan asked softly.

The nurse nodded, gestured with her hands, and said, "In the afternoon, there was a person who wore glasses and seemed to be General Assistant Zhou, and he sent such a thick stack of documents. ”

When Song Zhiyuan heard this, his face immediately collapsed.

She thanked the nurse and gently pushed the room door open.

In the ward, Zhou Qichuan was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, only a floor lamp in the corner was on, the light was dim, and the warmth was sprinkled on his handsome face like a knife and an axe.

His eyebrows were stretched, people and animals were harmless, he was breathing evenly, and he looked as if he was really asleep, but Song Zhiyuan knew at a glance that he was pretending to be asleep.

However, she did not expose him, continued to close the door lightly, walked over, and then, standing on the edge of the bed, condescendingly, staring at him quietly for a long time, to see when he couldn't hold back, she opened her eyes first.

Only two or three minutes passed, and sure enough, Zhou Qichuan couldn't hold it back, his thick eyelashes trembled, and then he flicked his eyes away and looked at Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but be happy, and immediately leaned down, his red lips were printed on him, and he took the initiative to kiss him.

Originally, it was just a kiss from the dragonfly, but where would Zhou Qichuan be willing.

Just when Song Zhiyuan was about to evacuate, Zhou Qichuan clasped the back of her head with a big palm, changed from passive to active, and drove straight into her tongue like a soft arrow, deepening the kiss without hesitation.

Song Zhiyuan was afraid of pulling the injury on his body, so he didn't struggle at all, but as a result, Zhou Qichuan couldn't do it too much, and kept pestering her until she was almost out of breath and about to suffocate, and he didn't let go.

As soon as he let go, hurriedly, Song Zhiyuan took two steps back, and then panted, glaring at him fiercely with silky eyes.

Zhou Qichuan also looked at her, licked the corners of his lips with a look of unfinished business, and complained quite aggrievedly, "Wife, I think you've been uncomfortable all day." ”

Through the quilt, Song Zhiyuan glanced under him, then grinned "hehe" and laughed dryly, went directly to get the pajamas, and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Zhou Qichuan looked at her disappearing figure, smashed her lips, and then, supported her elbows, and moved to the side of the hospital bed with some effort.

Therefore, when Song Zhiyuan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and drying his hair, he saw Zhou Qichuan staring at him with a pair of deep and burning eyes, and then patted the position next to him.

He wanted Song Zhiyuan to sleep with him, and that meaning couldn't be more obvious.

But Song Zhiyuan pretended to be stupid, ignored him directly, came to the side of the companion bed that had been laid out a long time ago, directly lifted the quilt and lay in, then turned his back to a certain man, took the remote control and turned off the floor lamp, yawned a big and said, "It's late, go to sleep, good night husband." ”

"Wife—"

The curtains were not drawn, the lights were turned off, and the cold moonlight poured in through a thin veil outside the window.

With this glimmer of light, Zhou Qichuan looked at the woman with his back to him, and shouted very aggrievedly.

Song Zhiyuan pretended to be deaf and didn't move.

Zhou Qichuan waited for a while, and seeing that Song Zhiyuan was completely indifferent, he simply lifted the quilt and sat up to get out of bed.

As a result, Song Zhiyuan heard the movement behind him, turned around suddenly, glared at the man who was sitting up, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhou Qichuan grinned, "If my wife doesn't come to sleep with me, it's the same if I go to sleep with my wife." ”

"......" Song Zhiyuan was really speechless, and when she saw that he was still about to get out of bed, she immediately bounced up and collapsed her face, "Zhou Qichuan, don't you know what the situation is now, can't you just stop doing it and sleep honestly?" ”

As soon as she said this, Zhou Qichuan suddenly stopped his movements and looked at her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, just looked at each other quietly in the dim light.

In the end, it was Song Zhiyuan who was defeated first, got up and went over, sat down next to Zhou Qichuan, rolled up the quilt and asked while covering him, "Zhuo Mu came over today?" ”

Zhou Qichuan nodded obediently, "um".

"In the afternoons and evenings, you've been dealing with work and haven't rested?" Song Zhiyuan asked again.

Zhou Qichuan nodded obediently again and continued to say "um".

He was so honest and well-behaved, Song Zhiyuan couldn't scold him if he wanted to, so he could only stare at him quietly.

As a result, Zhou Qichuan went to hold her hand, and while carefully rubbing and playing, he said in a low voice, "You're not here, except for dealing with work, I don't know what to do." ”

Song Zhiyuan was speechless, "You're not sleepy now?" ”

"Sleepy."

"That's not sleeping!"

"Wife, I'm not sleeping, wife."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

Suddenly, my nose was a little sore, and my heart was warm.

"It's not that I don't want to sleep with you, I don't sleep honestly, what if I touch your wound?" She told the truth.

"Even if you touch my wounds, it's better than if I can only look at you, but I can't touch you."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

"That's just sleep." She stressed.

Zhou Qichuan smiled, "Wife, even if you want me to do something now, I can't do it." ”

"If you know, it's good." Song Zhiyuan scolded him fiercely, and then, put his legs on the bed, tidied up the quilt, and then turned his head to ask the man who was looking at him closely, and said, "Do you sleep?" ”

"Sleep." Zhou Qichuan slowly lay down again, and then gently hugged Song Zhiyuan, who was lying down on his side, into his arms.

Soon, both of them fell into a deep sleep.

.......