After sitting for a while, Song Wantang got up, hesitated for a moment, and still raised her feet to go to the ward where Song Guofeng was.

She didn't go in, just stood in the hallway until a few coughs rang out.

Song Guofeng, who was wearing a hospital gown, came out of the ward, his face was pale, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw her.

Song Wantang opened her face and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Song Guofeng opened his mouth but reprimanded: "Song Wantang, you are really capable, if you have a kind, you will never go home!" ”

The words of concern swallowed into her stomach, and Song Wantang smiled faintly: "That's good, I'm happy to be alone." ”

She was not interested in entangling any further, so she turned around and left, while Song Guofeng was still scolding behind.

"Dead girl, where can you go after leaving the Song family? I see what the hell you can do! ”

"How's it going? Why didn't you see her? Didn't you kick her out......"

Song Wantang was already numb to this, she hooked the corners of her mouth self-deprecatingly, but her footsteps did not stop.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and she was walking aimlessly on the street like a wandering spirit, her white dress drenched through.

If it is known, the dignified eldest lady of the Song family has actually fallen to the point of homelessness, which can be regarded as a joke.

In the morning, he was beaten by Song Guofeng's ten sticks, and now he was drenched in heavy rain, and the wound hurt even more, and Song Wantang only felt that his brain was dizzy.

The torrential rain lasted until the evening, Song Wantang casually found a hotel to stay, she seemed to have a fever, her body was so hot that her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

In a daze, she seemed to feel a pair of cold hands on her forehead, Song Wantang was so hot that she couldn't help but lean over to the interlocutor......

Later, Song Wantang finally woke up, she touched her head, she felt not so hot, it should have a fever.

Thinking of the picture in the dream, Song Wantang couldn't help patting her head.

What the? Did she really burn out her brain and actually have such a dream? It's ...... Shame on you!

Or maybe she's really going to find a man?

Just as she was thinking wildly, suddenly there were several knocks at the door, and Song Wantang couldn't help frowning slightly.

It's so late, who could it be?

She got out of bed exhausted and looked out through the cat's eyes—

It's just that it's empty outside.

What's the situation?

At this time, the knock on the door sounded again, and she turned around to pick up her newly purchased baseball bat and returned to the door—

"Mommy, it's me! Not a bad guy! ”

The familiar children's voice faintly came into her ears through the door, and Song Wantang was slightly stunned, little buns?

She hurriedly opened the door and saw Young Master Li at the door at a glance.

Mu Yuan wore a hat and daytime suspenders, and when he saw her, the little thing's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his arms directly towards her.

"Mommy...... Embrace! ”

The soft tone made people want to take him into their arms.

"Yuanyuan...... What are you doing here? ”

Song Wantang couldn't believe her eyes, she quickly squatted down and hugged him, and looked at the corridor again, there was no figure of Li Jin Yao.

Mu Yuan hugged her neck, the faint fragrance of milk came to her nose, and Song Wantang's heart was so soft that it was a mess.

"I said I was going to sleep with me today, Mommy, why didn't you say goodbye~~"

The little thing lay aggrievedly in her arms: "Yuanyuan has been looking for you for a long time." ”

Song Wantang was distressed, she patted him on the back gently, and then carried him into the room.

"No, I ......"

She didn't know how to explain, and the little thing was listless: "Mommy, you've been gone for four years, do you want to leave Yuanyuan again?" ”

Song Wantang's heart was stabbed hard, the child is innocent, how can she answer?

Mu Yuan took her hand with his small hand, and his tone was firm and domineering: "In short, you are not allowed to leave me-"

Song Wantang was amused by him, he deserves to be Li Jin Yao's own son, listen to this domineering tone, a proper future boss!

In the face of such a cute little guy, she could only coax him patiently.

The children were all noisy, but after the commotion, they fell asleep quickly. At this time, Song Wantang couldn't help but realize a problem - how could she contact Li Jin Yao?