"Unlikely." Song Zhiwei immediately denied it.

Pei Zhi's hand at peeling the apple suddenly paused, and he pretended not to care and asked, "Why?" ”

Song Zhiwei couldn't speak, so she waved her hand, "Intuition." ”

I can't tell him that because Song Tan is his ex-husband Bai Yueguang, Qi Su will not turn a blind eye to her misery if he has a back hand, unless he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself.

However, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and only Qi Su himself knows what the specific situation is.

Song Zhiwei finally realized the pain of Qi Su that time, and now after the anesthetic, it was really like pulling with her soul when she moved, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

She looked at Pei Zhi who was busy and said, "Today is a working day, you better go back first, and Lin Yun will take care of me." ”

Pei Zhi said: "It's okay, just take a leave." ”

"You can't do that, you have to set an example." Song Zhiwei said stubbornly, afraid that it would not be enough, and added, "It's inconvenient for me to be here." ”

Pei Zhi twisted his eyebrows, "What's inconvenient." ”

Song Zhiwei pointed faintly to the bottom of the bed, where the white basin was particularly conspicuous.

Pei Zhi's ears were slightly red, and he walked outside resignedly, and said as he walked: "There is a bell at the head of the bed, if you have anything to do, press it, and I will drive over." ”

After he left, Lin Yun by the window leaned over and whispered: "What are you doing with him, do you really want to rekindle your old relationship with Qi Su?" Please, my ancestor, it was you who saved him, not him, who saved you. ”

"I know." Song Zhiwei said: "I just wanted to ask him something. ”

Lin Yun made a threatening gesture, "You'd better be, or I'll get rid of you first." ”

Song Zhiwei said with a smile: "I know, I know." ”

She couldn't sit up, and her half-lying posture seemed very passive, Song Zhiwei pondered for a long time, but couldn't find a solution.

She thought that Qi Su would take a long time, but she didn't expect Lin Yun to come in less than two minutes after he went out.

"Waiting outside?" Anyway, it was the friendship of facing the gangsters together, and Song Zhiwei's tone was not as stiff as before.

What's more, after hearing about what happened in the past few years, she actually felt a little pity for Qi Susheng - he was neglected and shouldered his father's inheritance, but he was defeated by mistake, and he must not feel good in his heart.

Although it can't be seen from his state, Song Zhiwei understands this person's proud self-esteem.

Qi Su threw the outer packaging of the chewing gum in his hand into the trash, pulled his big windbreaker, and said in a low voice: "You and your... Friends should have a lot to say. ”

Song Zhiwei took a breath and said slowly: "Why don't you fight-for-tat now?" ”

Qi Su stared at her heavily, but did not answer.

After a while, Qi Su asked coldly, "Why did you block the knife for me?" ”

"I don't know." Song Zhiwei replied truthfully.

It was bright and the yellow leaves swirled through the window, and there was no sound in the ward, and the faint breathing of the two men was particularly evident in such an environment.

Qi Su hooked a chair from the side and sat down, and then looked at the woman on the hospital bed.

Her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks, like a fragile porcelain, and the carelessness of raising her eyes made her a little more lazy.

When she doesn't speak, she does look like a work of art favored by the heavens.

It's the same as it was four years ago, but it's different.

He had actually let go, and when she mentioned the man repeatedly, but yesterday's knife had opened the surging undercurrent in his heart.

Is she just as obsessed with it as he is, or is there no newcomer at all?

Qi Su lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Song Zhiwei, I think you still love me." ”

"Just because I was kind enough to block the knife for you? It's ridiculous. Song Zhiwei's pity disappeared, and he only felt that he was hopeless, "Look less at the boss, Mr. Qi." ”

Qi Su didn't stay on the topic just now for too long, and said casually: "I remember when you left, it was also such a season. ”

Song Zhiwei said: "Reminiscing about the past after an undignified separation will only make the other party more disgusted." ”

Qi Su pursed his lips, "I just think that autumn is very suitable for eating sweet potatoes and chestnuts." ”

Song Zhiwei tugged at the corners of her mouth, "What's the use of suitability, there's nothing around here." ”

She didn't think it made sense for Qi Su to ask this, it was probably just to close the distance indiscriminately.

In the next second, a steaming chestnut was placed in front of her, and on the other end of the box was her favorite roasted honey potato.

Song Zhiwei suddenly thought of a Weibo she posted many years ago: How coaxing I am, spring flowers and summer skirts sweet potato chestnuts, just give me one, and I'll go back to you.