All this is just like when he learned the news that Han Song was going to marry Shang Feng...... For a moment, he felt as if his feelings were useless like the useless bouquet of roses now......

For a while, Hanchen felt a little sad...... However, just when this uncomfortable mood was just beginning to ferment, Han Song looked at the broken glass on the ground.

She quickly picked up a piece of glass and wanted to kill herself by cutting her throat, but what she didn't expect was that when she was about to pick up one of the glass shards, Hanchen walked directly to her side quickly, and raised his foot and stepped on her hand fiercely......

The glass slag pierced into her palm without warning, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Hmm...... Pain! ”

Hanchen grabbed her hair and warned her loudly, "What? Do you want to kill yourself? I'm telling you, you don't want to! If you want to kill yourself, then I'm going to kill your mom right now! ”

"I was wrong...... there was almost no reason, Han Song apologized directly to Han Chen, "I'm sorry...... I just ...... I just wasn't a little clear-headed...... I'm fine now! Really ......"

Han Song's eyes were red, and tears kept spinning in his eyes, but they never flowed.

Seeing that Han Song's clothes were soft, Han Chen immediately let go.

He walked to the door and brought in the bouquet of flowers.

"This one for you! Celebrate your return to the cold home. As he spoke, he threw the flower in his hand in front of Han Song.

The bundled flowers suddenly dispersed in the air, forming a somewhat gorgeous, but very psychedelic, picturesque scene.

This scene made Han Song a little stunned.

It seemed that he didn't want to stay here for a moment, and when Hanchen left, he didn't even look at Han Song.

For the rest of the year, until the morning, Hanchen was not in Hansong's bedroom.

Han Song, on the other hand, has been sitting silently in the scattered roses in a daze during this time.

The hand that Hanchen stepped on just now was a little painfully numb, and the glass slag in the palm of his hand was never taken out, just stabbed in the flesh like that, watching the blood flow out and the pus flowing out.

Han Song leaned against the edge of the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

She's so tired, really tired......

I want to escape......

Escape it all......

And when Han Chen returned to the study, his mind was always Han Song's weak appearance.

That's right, with so much going on, how could she not have any thoughts in her heart......

Oh, my God! Why should I think so much about her?!

Hanchen shook his head.

To be honest, he had more or less calmed down now, and when he thought of the idea that had come to him when he bought flowers today, he felt that he did seem to be a little bit on his head today.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but silently admonish himself in his heart.

Please, Hanchen! You need to be sober! Her mother was the one who kicked your mother out of the house, how could you think of her daughter like that?!

After thinking of the incident that happened when he was a child, Hanchen lowered his head and calmed down.

It wasn't until the morning, when Hanchen sat in the dining room drinking coffee and reading the morning newspaper, that he remembered Hansong.

Just as the maid finished serving, Hanchen asked the maid to call Han Song.

However, the maid knocked on the door outside for a long time, and there was no movement in the bedroom.

Hanchen, who was sitting in the dining room, was a little curious about why Hansong hadn't come over for so long, and even the maid who had gone to call her hadn't returned, so he got up and walked to the second floor.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he heard a knock on the door.

"Miss? Are you up? The young master told you to go to dinner. ”

Because many of the servants in the Han Mansion have been working in the Han family since the Han family was still there, and the Han family did not fall into the hands of Shang Feng, so when they called Han Song and Han Chen, they were still called young master and young lady.

Of course, the maid in front of me is no exception.

"You go eat first." Hanchen said lightly to the servant.

The servant nodded, and quickly left the second floor.

Actually, no matter whether the head of the family is Han's father, or later Shang Feng, or the current Hanchen, they have not been greatly affected during the time they have been working in the Han family, and these masters of the Han family are also good to them.

Looking at the closed door, Han Chen knocked on the door a little impatiently, "Han Song? What are you doing? ”

Seeing that no one had opened the door, Hanchen was completely impatient, so he called the housekeeper and directly asked the housekeeper to take the tool to remove the door of Hansong's bedroom......

However, when a few carpenters who dismantled the door carried the door away, the scene in front of him made Hanchen's heart panic.

I saw that Han Song was lying on the side of the bed, and her lifeless appearance made everyone think that she seemed to have ...... He's dead......

Han Chen walked forward quickly, he picked up Han Song and gently placed him on the bed. The temperature coming from Han Song's body made Han Chen frown slightly.

She's ......

After Hanchen covered Han Song with the quilt, he gently touched her forehead.

Suddenly, a hot temperature hit the back of his hand.

She didn't know when she fell asleep......

"Damn! What a fever! Hanchen muttered very dissatisfied.

Immediately, he yelled at the butler behind him: "What are you doing here?" Why don't you call your family doctor yet! ”

"Yes!" The housekeeper, who was originally a little stunned, hurriedly went to find a doctor after being yelled at by Hanchen.

Originally, he seemed to be holding Han Song's cold hand, trying to give her a little warmth, but when he saw the glass slag in the flesh in her palm, he was still stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he asked several servants on the side to bring tweezers and alcohol a little irritably, and he didn't care if Han Song could feel pain at the moment, but directly used the sharp and cold tweezers to forcefully pull out a piece of glass shard sticking to blood from the flesh.

When doing this, he didn't show any mercy to his subordinates, let alone tremble, and his movements were so neat and crisp.

When the glass was casually pulled out of his palm along with blood and tender flesh, Han Song suddenly came to his senses. However, as soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the man who was hateful, but helpless.

Ignoring the pain and sensation in his hands and the dizziness in his head, Han Song wanted to struggle to sit up, but Han Chen pressed her on the bed, and he frowned and yelled at Han Song: "Lie down, don't move!" ”

There was anger in the cold voice, and the anger in Hanchen's deep eyes was undisguised.

After neatly cleaning up all the glass shards in her palm, he picked up the alcohol beside him and poured it directly into her hand without hesitation.

"Ah!!h Han Song, who was so painful that his tears had already left, finally couldn't help but cry out, "It hurts, it hurts!" Hiss ......"

The alcohol stirred strongly with her wound, and suddenly, a thin layer of white foam rose in her palm, and pale yellow pus flowed out.

After Hanchen cleaned her hands with a frown, he applied a layer of ointment to her, and then shook the door without looking back.

Han Song sat on the bed, the floor next to the bed still in shambles, and she leaned down to pick up her phone from the floor.

After opening the phone, hundreds of messages suddenly "bombarded".

casually clicked in and took a look, almost half of it was sent by Gu Mochen, of course, there was also Zhongxia, and Duan An.

She didn't reply to Midsummer's message, but after sending Duan An a "I'm sorry", she clicked on Gu Mochen's message————

I saw the news, don't worry, I won't believe it! No matter what, no matter what happens, I believe you! ———— Gu Mochen

I called you, but you didn't answer, is it inconvenient for you to answer the phone? Alas...... You have to take good care of yourself......———— Gu Mochen

It's been two days...... I'm worried about you ......———— Gu Mochen

If you have time, you can send me a message and I'll edit it for you! Send me "1" when you say "I'm fine", "2 if I'm not good", "3 if I need you", "4 when I miss you", and "5" if I want to see you! Anyway, if you don't have a good time, no matter what, I will immediately feel that you are ......———— Gu Mochen by your side

……

Looking at the text messages one by one, Han Song, whose tears had been rolling in his eyes, finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

However, the sadness did not last long, and Hanchen pushed the door directly, followed by the family doctor.

Han Song, who was quick-eyed, hurriedly hid his phone under the pillow.

She couldn't let Hanchen see the content of her correspondence with Gu Mochen.

It's just that her red and swollen eyes did not escape Hanchen's eyes, but because the doctor was still there, Hanchen did not expose her.

"How? What is her fever? ”

The doctor who was examining Han Song's body straightened up and said to Han Chen: "Miss Han's fever should be a wound infection, and nothing else has been found. ”

"Pay more attention to rest, take some anti-inflammatory drugs, eat lightly, and retreat the wound."

"Hmm." Hanchen nodded.

"Mr. Han, I'll treat Miss Han's wound first."

"Okay."

Because Han Song was injured last night, there was an infection near the wound, and Han Chen treated Han Song's wound very rudely just now, in fact, it seems that the wound has been cleaned, but he still hasn't completely treated it properly.