The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1913 You really can

Bo Yanqing was silent, "Are you really able to do that?"

Nan Jiaojiao almost laughed out loud.

After all, it was their childhood friendship. Song Yuan didn't understand Bo Yanqing's nature at all.

In his eyes, other women are just like Chinese cabbage, there is no difference. Otherwise, he would not have been suspected of having some special orientation because there were no women around him. After meeting Nan Jiaojiao, Old Mrs. Bo would not let her go. It's like grasping the lifeblood of the future of Lao Bo's family.

If he really had the emotional intelligence to care for women, how could he be alone for so many years?

Song Yuan almost didn't believe what she heard, and asked uncertainly: "Third brother, are you busy with something?"

"There is nothing to be busy with," Bo Yanqing glanced at the time, "Your family will be arriving soon, I will wait for them to arrive before leaving."

So fast?
Song Yuan supported the edge of the bed and tried to get up, but her strength suddenly became too much. When the man glanced at her, she fell back into the pillow and cried out softly, "Third brother, my leg hurts so much..."

Bo Yanqing came over and Song Yuan looked at him dreamily. She stretched out her hand, thinking that the man would hug her and check the injury on her leg himself. However, Bo Yanqing only stood a few steps away and pressed the call bell. .

"Third brother?" Song Yuan couldn't quite understand his operation.

"If it hurts, call the doctor. Someone will be here soon. Just lie down."

Song Yuan? ?
As expected, the doctor came quickly, followed by many interns and nurses. Song Yuan felt ashamed that she was being watched like a monkey, but Bo Yanqing was here. She couldn't get angry and chase people away, and she had to cooperate during the doctor's examination. Dressing hurts more.

"Why are there so many people? What's wrong with my daughter?"

A woman's anxious voice came from the door.

Qiao Airu walked in quickly, held on to the cabinet, and used some strength to continue walking in.

The intern made a way for her, and Qiao Airu quickly walked to the bedside. When he saw Song Yuan's aggrieved look holding back tears, and then when he looked at the doctor's hand on Song Yuan's leg, his vision suddenly went dark.

"It's Mrs. Song. Your daughter is fine. She has been hospitalized for a few days. We will monitor her closely and take care of any problems in time. She is lucky that her legs were not injured. Don't worry." The doctor is from the previous department. The doctor has a much smoother personality than Dr. Chen, and his words are nice enough to be accepted.

Qiao Airu held the edge of the bed, took a few breaths, and asked about Song Yuan's condition. She just cried and didn't speak.

"Thank you doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's not troublesome. It's just that the patient's mood is not very stable. You should stay with him to comfort him and adjust his mentality, which will be more conducive to recovery from the injury."

"it is good."

Qiao Airu sent them off, only for a few steps. Her husband, Mr. Song, sent the doctors away.

Qiao Airu quickly turned around and found that there was no chair next to the bed. She moved one over herself, but glanced at Bo Yanqing out of the corner of her eye.

Before she came, she personally asked Bo Yanqing to take care of Song Yuan.

But she was so well taken care of that she didn't even stay by the bedside.

She sat down, expressed concern for a few words, and then turned back, "Yan Qing, thank you, for looking after her for Aunt Qiao."

Bo Yan said quietly: "You're welcome."

"Aunt Qiao will be in Rongcheng during this period. When Yuanyuan is a little more stable and can be discharged from the hospital, I will visit the old lady again. Please help me plead guilty to her. I can't get away for the time being and can't go to her. ”

Bo Yanqing said hello, "Aunt Qiao, have you and Uncle Song eaten?"

"Uncle Song ate it on the plane and I couldn't eat it."

Song Yuan tugged at the hem of Qiao Airu's clothes anxiously. Without turning her head, she put her hands behind her back, grabbed her daughter's hand and pressed it down.