Song Sifan was also very good at eating. He brought one bite of the dish into his mouth, and he would never pick up another bite after he finished eating.

"I didn't eat at noon."

He was really slow to eat here. He was very quiet when he was eating and stopped talking.

Maomao lay down with his eyes closed for a while, and finally asked, "Song Sifan, why are you locking me here?"

Song Sifan put down his chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief, and then said, "I said, it's not that I'm asking you to recover from the wound here."

"Stop talking nonsense, Song Sifan, don't challenge my patience."

Song Sifan seemed to think for a while, and finally sighed, "Okay, then I'll take a step back."

"I said that I have asked the best doctor to diagnose you, but your current physical condition is still worrying. I took your blood samples and let the scientists in my lab take a test. It took a little time and there is no result yet."

The cat immediately opened its eyes and looked at Song Sifan.

Song Sifan's laboratory was inherited from his grandfather and his father. The old man of the Song family was engaged in biological research. If he treated ordinary people and asked researchers to test blood, it would be a big deal!

"The doctor you hired didn't see what happened to me, that means he is not good. Who asked you to smoke my blood?"

Song Sifan chuckled softly, "To be honest, I asked you when I drew blood. If you didn't say anything, I just thought you were the default."

The cat raised his hand and swept the dishes on the table!

Song Sifan got up instantly. Although he hid quickly, the soup was splashed onto the clean clothes. He looked at the cat. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were gloomy.

Song Sifan lowered his head and looked at the mess all over the ground.

"What are you doing? If you make this happen, the smell in the house will not be dissipated for a while."

"I'll go change my clothes."

After Song Sifan went out, Maomao became even more annoyed. Why was he not angry? This made her very upset.

After a while, Song Sifan returned, and he walked straight to the bed and picked up the cat!

"Song Sifan, what are you doing?" The cat struggled.

While walking away, Song Sifan said, "Don't move around, your body can't afford to consume now. This room is too dirty. I'll take you to change one."

"Let me down." Maomao said only, and a dagger suddenly appeared in her hand, pressing against Song Sifan's neck.

Song Sifan paused, and he looked down at Maomao, "Don't kill me, this deal is not worth it. After killing me, you can't run away. I said, my family's security measures are very good."

He was right, the deal was not cost-effective, but Maomao's dagger went forward and delivered it. The sharp blade cut open the skin, and blood immediately flowed down his neck and flowed into his clothes, dyeing the T-shirt he had just changed red.

Song Sifan kicked open the door next door, ignoring the wound on his neck, and kept placing the cat on the bed.

Then he touched his neck, blood in one hand.

His face was a little pale, but his tone was very stable, "You can rest for a while and call me if you have something to do."

After saying that, he went out.

When the servant saw the spots of blood on his clothes, he saw him covering his neck and blood was still emitting from his fingers. He was so scared that his face was pale and he knelt in the corridor.

"Sir, you, you are injured..."

"It's not dead again." Song Sifan said: "Let the doctor come over, you all go downstairs, don't quarrel here to rest."

The servants quickly went downstairs.

Song Sifan walked on the stairs and pressed his neck tightly. He lost too much blood and his eyes were a little blurred.

He sat on the sofa downstairs, waiting until the doctor rushed over and knelt on the ground to treat his wounds.

"Fortunately, the artery was not damaged, but the blood was also lost. Sir, let's take some medicine."

"Prepare the medicine well," said Song Sifan.

The doctor prescribed the medicine and said worriedly when he left: "Sir, you are not hospitalized or sewed, so you must be careful not to get the wound water and try not to turn your head."

Song Sifan didn't know if he listened, so he let the doctor go.

He didn't go upstairs again, and he really let the cat rest. Moreover, he was very relieved that he knew that cats would not make trouble.

If he is there, the cat will make him feel bad, but if he is not there, she will be very nice to herself.

He brought the computer and looked at the news portal. There was no special news, especially about the cat, whether it was the crew or the company. He arranged it.

He also handled what happened that night very cleanly.

The only inappropriate thing is that Mu Jin was looking for cats everywhere, and he had already found him on his head.
Chapter completed!