Song Qinrong was originally smiling, but when she saw the expressions of everyone, the smile on her face gradually became lowered.

Even though she has been sleeping and seldom awake during this period, she still knows the general progress.

For more than half a month, she hadn't seen Xu Xiaonan once.

Among the people present, whether Mr. Yang or Lin Yu, they didn't dare to look directly into her eyes for a while, and they looked away.

Fu Sichen also clenched his fingertips for a moment, but fortunately he was still calm and there was no change.

"Girl, Xu Xiaonan..."

Just as he was about to speak, Song Qinrong spoke gently and changed the topic: "I'm a little hungry."

"Hungry?" Lin Yu immediately became happy and nervous.

For a patient, feeling hungry means that his body is improving significantly.

She quickly turned around and said, "Then I, I'll give you hot porridge."

"I'm a little tired of eating porridge all day." Song Qinrong said, looking up at Lin Yu, "Mom, I want to eat the crispy fish noodles you made."

"Okay, okay! crispy fish noodles!" Lin Yu nodded repeatedly, walked around the ward, then took out his cell phone and called Chen Yan's subordinates, asking him to prepare the ingredients, and then he went out excitedly.

At the same time, the other people in the ward looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all found excuses to go out.

"Mom, I..." Xiaobao wanted to go up and say something, but the fourth junior brother grabbed the collar and took it out without mercy.

For a moment, only Fu Sichen and Song Qinrong were left in the ward.

Everyone left, and the smile on Song Qinrong's face completely disappeared.

She closed her eyes and spoke softly, not knowing whether she was talking to Fu Sichen or talking to herself: "I'll sleep for a while."

The balcony outside the window spilled in through the gaps in the screen window, landing on the girl's sleeping face with her eyes closed, making her look quiet and peaceful.

But Fu Sichen knew that Song Qinrong was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a shallow shadow fell on the bottom of her eyes.

Fu Sichen sighed, walked to the edge of the girl's bed and sat down, gently stroked the other person's cheek with his broad palm.

"Girl." He called in a low voice.

Song Qinrong said "yes" and opened a thin slit.

"Do you know everything?" Fu Sichen asked.

It was obviously a sentence without a beginning or end, but it calmed down the ward again.

Song Qinrong closed her eyes and for a long time before she let out a sigh: "I wasn't sure at first."

In other words, it was after the words just now that everyone's performance made her completely sure.

Sure enough, I can't hide anything.

Looking at the girl in front of her, Fu Sichen's heart hurts as if she was being pulled.

So the person who worked hard to protect him still left after all, how could the girl not feel uncomfortable?

But she showed nothing. She said to a group of people who cared about her, and said she wanted to eat noodles.

She was obviously sick, but she was still considering other people's feelings.

There has never been this moment when Fu Sichen wanted to hold someone in his arms so much.

And he did.

He lay down on his side, hugging the girl from behind through the thin quilt.

"Girl, just vent your feelings and don't keep them in your heart." His voice was muffled.

The person in his arms was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "How long has he been gone?"

This "he" refers of course to Xu Xiaonan.

Fu Sichen didn't hide it: "The day you just woke up."

Song Qinrong lowered her eyes and chuckled: "Don't say goodbye to me."

After saying that, he continued, as if he was talking to himself: "Does that stupid child feel no shame to see me?"

"I'm afraid that it will continue to hold on, it will always drag you down." Fu Sichen replied, gently lifting the broken hair on Song Qinrong's forehead with his hands and pressing it behind his ears. "Boys always have to grow up, and he can't always hide behind you."

"Grow up." Song Qinrong chewed these two words, only to feel bitter in her throat, "It's such a cruel word."

From a romantic boy who knows nothing to transform into a future city lord who can support the entire city. I am afraid only Xu Xiaonan himself knows how difficult this road is.

But as his friend, Song Qinrong really can't help but feel sorry for her.

"Girl, if you are really worried, I'll send a few people there.

It can not only protect him, but also allow him to have people around him who can trust before he has fully gained a foothold." Fu Sichen said softly.

Song Qinrong pondered for a moment and shook her head: "Sheng Ting should arrange personnel for him. Xu Xiaonan finally went to Licheng as he wished, and he would not let us intervene casually."

Fu Sichen curled his lips and said, "If the one I sent was Sheng Ting's subordinate?"

Song Qinrong was stunned and suddenly turned to look at the man holding her: "You are in Licheng... have eyeliners?"

The hospital bed was not big, and the two of them were lying on the bed hugging each other, and the distance was very close.

This time, Song Qinrong turned around and rubbed her nose against Fu Sichen's cheek.

Feeling a gentle, itchy breath passing by, Fu Sichen's breathing stagnated, and when he echoed, his voice became several times hoarse.

"Girl, be confident in your man." He stared at Song Qinrong's eyes quietly, without blinking, "Don't take care of everything yourself.

Did I say that? You man is a little more useful than you think.”

After being stared at by the other party like this, Song Qinrong realized that the two of them were too intimate and ambiguous.

She bit her lower lip uncomfortably, and her originally pale lips turned a little bright red: "Then... then send someone there.

That guy Sheng Ting devoted himself to his career. Even if he tried his best to protect his son, there would always be omissions.

None of the people in the Sheng family are fuel-efficient... Xu Xiaonan stayed alone in Licheng, which is not safe..."

Before he could finish his words, his lips were held by the man.

"Um..." Song Qinrong widened her eyes.

When is this time? She is a patient!

Fortunately, Fu Sichen had not completely lost his mind. His movements were gentle and slow, little by little, gently pursing with his thin lips, like a devout believer, kissing every corner of the goddess's lips.

Song Qinrong's body was originally tense, and it slowly sootheed as the man's movements.

Since the accident, there have been people around them, and they have not been so close for a long time.

Song Qinrong closed her eyes and began to enjoy the kiss.

But they were lying in the same direction one by one. After a long time, Song Qinrong's neck became a little sore. She moved her body and wanted to face Fu Sichen sideways.

Fu Sichen's hand was originally gently placed on the girl's chest cavity wrapped in gauze, but because of the other party's movements, his fingertips were caught off guard and prevented from slipping through a soft protrusion.

!!!

Song Qinrong suddenly widened her eyes, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

Fu Sichen also froze.

It seemed like something was burning at the fingertips, burning and burning, making him tremble.

He just...had he touched a part that he shouldn't have touched?!
Chapter completed!