When I came back from buying food, Chu Ying hadn't woken up yet.

Song Yong put the things on the table, cleared his throat and called her: "Get up and eat." ”

The sleeping figure didn't hear anything.

Walk up to her.

Song Yong looked at the woman on the bed condescendingly, and called her indifferently, "Get up and eat." ”

heard the voice, but Chu Ying felt annoyed, she turned around, turned her back to Song Yong, and lifted the white skirt after turning over and changing her posture.

Song Yong tugged at the corner of her skirt, wanting to cover her, Chu Ying's overlapping legs rubbed against the white mattress, which was just a very casual action after she fell asleep.

The movement in the hand was stunned.

Song Yong took off his glasses instead, folded the temples slowly, placed them on the bedside table, bent his knees, and knelt on the bed.

This sleep was very heavy, Chu Ying's dream self seemed to be lying on the grass, a large golden dog rushed towards her, and suddenly threw her down on the soft lawn, the big dog crawled on her body, and was licking her face passionately.

The dampness covers the skin and it is hot.

She waved her hand and struggled, unable to shout, "Don't ......"

The body seemed to be unable to move, and the slight pain in the patella awakened her consciousness, and when she opened her eyes, the dog became a human being, and behaved the same.

Chu Ying looked down and saw Song Yong's shaggy hair.

"Song Yong ......"

She called him softly, and he was forced to interrupt, looking at her with a blurred eye, "Awake?" ”

"You ......"

Not a word was finished.

Song Yong bent his knees and got out of bed to leave, turned his back and said, "Get up and eat." ”

The tone was cold, as if he had just done nothing.

Chu Ying put down her skirt and walked over softly, Song Yong bought a lot of food, and put it in a small plastic box in a small restaurant, he threw the disposable chopsticks to Chu Ying, and he sat aside and lit a cigarette.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Song Yong shook his head.

He has no appetite for that kind of greasy dish, but Chu Ying has to fill his stomach, otherwise he will have no strength.

Chu Ying ate very well.

She has coarse tea and light rice in the countryside and villages, because she has to save money, she rarely eats meat, and it is good to have something to eat, not to mention that the amount of exercise last night was too great, and she is indeed hungry at this time.

Song Yong carefully used the smoke as a shield, looking at Chu Ying, like looking at flowers in the fog.

She didn't eat at all, her cheeks would be stuffed, it was a little difficult to swallow, the rice particles were on her lips, she didn't take them off, she just rolled them in with her tongue, and licked a layer of light on her lips.

Knocking the ashes of the cigarette, Song Yong laughed.

Little widow, it's so good to feed.

She heard him laugh, "What are you laughing at, am I ugly?" ”

"Well, it's ugly." Song Yong turned his face away and didn't admit his throbbing, "It's like I haven't eaten anything good." ”

"I really haven't eaten it."

said it indifferently, but it was sad.

The strange distress surfaced, and Chu Ying's philistine shrewdness instantly sobered up Song Yong, "But then you will take me to eat a lot of delicious food, right?" ”

"Who are you? Why should I take you to eat good food? ”

Chu Ying performed the next loss, and Song Yong changed his words unnaturally, "Look at your performance." ”

She laughed again.

Within two minutes, Song Yong's tone was bad again, "I'm going to the hospital in the afternoon, and you're here by yourself." ”

"To see your uncle?"

The follow-up of this matter is very troublesome, Sun Hui was taken away by the police, Chu Ying is not clean, she has to hug Song Yong's big tree to shelter from the wind and rain, "Is he awake, is he seriously injured?" ”

"You care about him?"

There was a hint of potential danger in his tone.

Chu Ying swallowed her throat, "I'm concerned that he wakes up and wants to trouble me." ”

"He doesn't have the guts."

Father Song knew that Tang Hewei was in trouble, and the construction of the school was due to his stagnation, Tang Hewei was too busy to take care of himself, and he was afraid that he would have to move back to clean up Chu Ying.

Bending her knees, Chu Ying naturally put her feet on Song Yong's knees, "You'll help me, right?" ”

Song Yong's eyes fell on her feet, her toes were round like beads, and her fingertips were full of moist powder, what kind of woman was she, daring to hold his legs like this.

"What is my relationship with you?" Song Yong still didn't push her feet away, "Why should I help you?" ”

"What do you want to be in a relationship?"

She was always like this, never answering such serious questions head-on, which made Song Yong's seriousness seem extremely stupid, he extinguished the cigarette butt and got up to leave, "You listen to me, I will help you." ”

As for what the relationship is, it doesn't matter that much.

Watching Song Yong walk out and close the door, Chu Ying's face returned to cold, she picked up the mobile phone on the side, found a string of numbers that she hadn't called for a long time, and called out.

It's been too long since I've been in touch.

Qiao Miao thought that she had misheard, and couldn't help but be stunned, "Chu Ying?" ”

"It's me."

"Are you okay? They said you went back to the village and got married, is it really fake? ”

When she suddenly ended her internship and went home, the alumni circle of the same class was full of speculation about her, and some even said that she officially became someone else's mistress.

There are all kinds of slanders.

Chu Ying brought this topic, "It's married." ”

"Really?!" Qiao Miao couldn't help but be shocked, "Who did you marry, after you left, Mr. Tan's wife came to the school to make trouble, and we were all worried about you." ”

"I'm obsessed with that, but it's all in the past."

She laughed dryly, "Little Joe...... Can you do me a favor? ”

"What's the busy?"

When they were in school, they were best friends, bunk beds, inseparable, but after so many years of no contact, their emotions have long been cold, and it is normal for Qiao Miao to hesitate.

"Help me find a better nursing home in Zhongzhou."

*

The conditions in the county hospital were average, with Tang and Wei crammed into a three-person ward.

The curtain of the bed was around the bed, not very windy, his head was wrapped in a circle of gauze, his fingers were broken, he leaned against the head of the bed, panting slowly.

The hospital is non-smoking, and Song Yong is enduring it.

"Song Yong, you can help me talk to your father." As soon as Tang Hewei spoke, the wound on his face was painful, and he covered his face, "I really don't blame me this time, it was Chu Ying who seduced me, you know this!" ”

Song Yong was quietly thinking about how to make Tang Hewei disappear.

"But how did I hear that you forced her?"

"What do you mean by coercion?"

Tang Hewei was excited to sit up, but his back hurt so much, "She walks around me all day long, like a butterfly, you don't see it." ”

"All I know is that you said you were going to be strong, and the rest ......" he stretched his shoulders back and paused, "I never cared." ”

"If you don't believe it, ask someone, everyone in the village knows how she seduced me!"

"Uncle."

Song Yong interrupted him coldly, "Is it time to talk about women?" ”

"How not?"

Tang Hewei obviously didn't give up, "She teamed up with that Sun Hui to set me up, this feels like others don't know, you know!" ”

"I don't know." Song Yong's expression was cold.

"I don't care about this, anyway, wait for me, see how I clean up Chu Ying!"

His fingertips trembled, Song Yongyin raised his eyes compassionately, Tang Hewei was a little afraid of his appearance, "What do you mean, don't you help your relatives?" ”