For no reason, Song Ci was relieved.

She looked at Zhou Wan's scorching gaze and continued to soothe Song Wan's emotions.

The little girl cried for a while and then got up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked pitifully, "Sister, am I embarrassed?" ”

"Nope." Song Ci immediately denied it, "You are already great, leave the rest to us." ”

Song Wan whimpered, looked at Zhou Yi next to her, and there was something strange in her eyes.

She asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law...... Did you call him? ”

Hearing this, Song Ci was silent for a moment and nodded.

If it weren't for Zhou Yong coming over, in the face of such an unexpected situation, Song Ci would probably be a little overwhelmed.

After receiving the news, Song's father hurried over and asked about the situation with a sweaty head: "How is she?" ”

"Dad, don't worry, it's already being treated."

Zhou Yong's expression was calm, and he explained the situation just now, and added that he had called a professional doctor for conditioning.

"Thank you so much." Father Song's eyes showed an unconcealable gratitude.

His son-in-law really helped a lot at a critical moment.

Looking at the harmonious appearance of the two whispering and talking, Song Ci lowered his somewhat embarrassed face and looked at the emergency room where the red light was still on.

"Didi—"

I don't know how long later, the door to the emergency room quietly opened.

The attending doctor walked out wearing a mask and explained the situation to the worried people: "The patient's back injury accumulated over the years, compressed the nerves and muscles, and caused complications, which is why he suddenly fainted. ”

"In this case, we recommend resting and recuperation, which is not suitable for rework."

After speaking, the doctor looked around: "Who are the family members?" ”

Father Song was taken away to discuss follow-up treatment, and Zhou Yong was not idle, striding over to supplement behind him.

Song Wan cautiously poked Song Ci: "Sister, I think others are not bad, how can I treat you, uh." ”

She wanted to speak and stopped, but Song Ci didn't care, patted her forehead: "Don't think about these useless things, go back and get busy, we are here." ”

In the end, the result of the discussion was to send Song's mother to the personal doctor contacted by Zhou Yong.

The doctor's surname is Yang, he is famous and strong at home and abroad, and he has a soft hand in winning big and small awards, and after Song's father investigated, he was relieved to send Song's mother to a private ward over there.

Because of Zhou Yong, the facilities and nurses in the ward are naturally the best, which makes Song Ci feel a lot more at ease.

After all, she is busy with work, and sometimes she doesn't have time to take care of Song's mother.

Song's mother was still in a coma after the operation, and she woke up after recuperating for half an hour.

"Ahem, what am I?" Her face was full of confusion.

Song Ci hurriedly stepped forward to hold her hand and explained softly: "This is the ward that Zhou Yong found for you, and the doctor asked us to recuperate, but don't worry, it's not a big deal." ”

Mother Song suddenly realized, and her face was a little guilty: "Hey, my old problem has caused you trouble." ”

"That's not right."

It was Zhou Yong's clear and calm voice that answered him.

Zhou Yong carried a delicate insulated lunch box and took it out in turn and put it on the table.

There are all kinds of supplements such as chicken soup in Dabu, which are full of color, flavor and flavor, which instantly aroused Song's mother's appetite.

He prepared the meal, straddled his long legs, sat on the edge of the bed, and patiently fed Mother Song: "This is what our juniors should do, you can rest assured that you can recuperate." ”

Mother Song nodded with a smile and drank the soup handed over by Zhou Yi.

Looking at the harmonious appearance of the two of them, the corners of Song Ci's lips also lifted, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Zhou Yong.

He has always treated his parents well.

Whether it's when you're married, or after you're divorced.

As soon as the word divorce appeared, it lingered in Song Ci's mind.

It was as if a giant hammer was deeply imprinted in her heart, always reminding Song Ci that the two of them were done playing.

The glamorous love in the eyes of both parents is nothing but a false lie that can be debunked at any time.

Song Ci's heart was blocked, and he lowered his eyes for a long time without saying a word.

"You eat some too."

A powerful forearm appeared in her sight, and Zhou Yong brought the food to the table next to her.

is different from Song Mu's, it is all the tastes that Song Ci usually likes.

Song Ci raised his head properly and carefully traced the face of the man in front of him.

In just half a day, he not only contacted the personal doctor, but also ran back and forth, and even prepared a completely different dinner that was in line with the current situation of the two.

Such a man, who can not say a word perfect.

Song Ci suddenly laughed, his voice was very soft, with some self-deprecating bitterness.

But they missed it.

Although Zhou Yong's performance was perfect in other aspects, he couldn't deny the existence of the white moonlight in his heart.

Song Ci is so proud that he will never allow others to treat him as a stand-in.

She is who she is and does not live for the fantasies in anyone's heart.

Thinking of this, Song Ci suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, took the chopsticks that Zhou Ji had rested on the table, and ate it in a big gulp.

Seeing that she had a very good appetite, Zhou Yong also hooked the corners of her lips invisibly.

"Zhou Yong, it's not that my mother said you, although work is also important, you have to relax and relax, and go out with resignation more."

After eating, Song's mother was in a lot better, and she pulled Zhou Yong and began to chatter endlessly.

Song Ci looked at Zhou Ji and wanted to interrupt several times, but he wanted to speak and stopped, and couldn't help but hold back a smile and look away.

She was tortured before, and now it's finally the turn of this dead scumbag.

Song Ci didn't want to help Zhou Yong out of the siege at all, humming a song and peeling apples on the side, happy and free.

Zhou Yong looked at her deeply several times, and then answered Song Mu's question word for word.

For several days in a row, Zhou Yong appeared in Song's mother's hospital room without moving.

Either with a prepared exquisite meal or with an expensive high-end supplement, it can be said that the mind is exhausted.

This also made Song's mother boast that she had a good son-in-law, and her spirit was much better.

Song Ci took a few days off to take care of him, but he felt that he was dispensable.

"You go and rest first, I'll watch for you."

Song's mother fell asleep hanging on the hanging water, and Zhou Yong touched Song Ci's shoulder and pointed to the bed of the family next to her.

His fingers were a little hot, and Song Ci's heart was a little itchy.

She didn't refuse, she hadn't slept well in days.

By the time Song Ci woke up, it was already late, and the dark night outside the window made her look at her phone, and it was almost early in the morning.

She glanced to the side.

Zhou Yong sat beside him, holding a stack of documents in his hand, looking like he had been working for a long time.

Mother Song's hanging water has been pulled out, the quilt is tightly covered on her body, and there is a faint smile on her face, and she looks like she has been taken care of very well.

She suddenly felt that Zhou Yong didn't seem to be so annoying.

Such thoughts rushed from Song Ci's heart to his mouth, stayed for a moment, and finally converged into a very light, but full of emotional words.

By the moonlight, Song Ci stared at Zhou Yong's dark and deep eyes and slowly spoke.

"Thank you."