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

Nan Jiaojiao actually got angry at her for her different attitudes.

Just sitting there made Song Yuan feel angry, but he couldn't drive her away, so he had to endure it.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Song came back. When she opened the door, she noticed that there was someone else in the ward. She looked over cautiously, and seemed to be checking the numbers in her mind when she saw that face.

"Miss Nan?"

Nan Jiaojiao stood up and said, "Mrs. Song, do you know me?"

"I've met you several times in the capital, but I didn't get to know you properly." Mrs. Song seemed warm, but in fact she was distant and cold, filled with a hint of hostility. "Why did Miss Nan come here?"

Nan Jiaojiao said the bad words again.

Mrs. Song said: "You don't have to blame yourself. My Yuanyuan is very good to her friends. She was willing to protect you at that time and never thought of asking you to repay her. Miss Nan, you should go back. I will take care of you here."

Nan Jiaojiao seemed to not understand the eviction order, "It doesn't matter. I haven't worked recently, so I can take care of you. If I don't come, I will feel uneasy."

Mrs. Song frowned and then relaxed her brows, turning her face to block the disgust that flashed across her face, "Since Miss Nan insists, I'll trouble you."

"It's no trouble. Thank you, Mrs. Song, for giving me the chance."

Mrs. Song responded absently, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, asking Song Yuan with her eyes while tucking in the quilt.

Isn't it a bad relationship? What's going on?

Song Yuan rubbed her forehead and didn't bother to say anything. How did she know why Nan Jiaojiao was so crazy?

"The reporter's side..."

As soon as Mrs. Song opened her mouth, Song Yuan's eyes suddenly widened. He quickly glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, then looked away and shook his head at Mrs. Song.

"clear."

Mrs. Song stretched out the quilt and whispered: "She came to your door to torment you, why should you be polite to her." Song Yuan listened to this sentence.

After two hours of silence, Mrs. Song left with an excuse. Song Yuan used the excuse of having inconvenient legs and legs to instruct Nan Jiaojiao to serve tea and water. At first, she said "I'm sorry". After a few times, she became more and more at ease and let Nan Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao helped her to the wheelchair, already giving instructions to her servants.

The hospital has a backyard that is green all year round. Patients like to come here for a walk or use some fitness equipment. There are a few old men and women surrounding the uncle, playing leaf cards.

After Nan Jiaojiao pushed Song Yuan to the backyard, she was attracted to it. She actually took Song Yuan there to watch the old man play cards.

She enjoyed watching it, but Song Yuan's expression became more and more impatient. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of old people, and his breath seemed to drift over when he spoke loudly, which made her feel nauseous.

"Jiaojiao, I'm a little dizzy, please push me further away."

"Oh."

Nan Jiaojiao pushed her into the sun, but there was nothing she could do. All the places with shade were occupied by the old people. Song Yuan refused to go. He protested strongly when he got close to her, as if he was afraid that he would be infected with the virus.

Wandering around, I just had to hang out in the sun.

Song Yuan's face turned red from the sun, and she became more and more irritable. Her face subconsciously became worse, "Jiaojiao, please go back. I want to stay by myself for a while."

"yourself?"

Song Yuan didn't even look at her, and spoke like he was reciting lines, "I'll be back by myself in a while."

Nan Jiaojiao refused directly, "That won't work. Your leg is injured. What's the matter if I leave you here?"

"I said it doesn't matter!"

Song Yuan suddenly raised her head, unable to hide the disgust in her eyes. However, when their eyes met, she pressed her eyebrows lightly, and her eyes slowly showed a look of grievance. (End of chapter)