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

"I want to be by myself for a while, okay?"

Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows twitched slightly for a moment, then she glanced around calmly, "Okay."

Song Yuan quickly said: "You should go back first. The sun is too strong, so don't bask in it."

Nan Jiaojiao responded lightly and walked away.

Song Yuan kept watching her enter the surgical inpatient building, with a slight smile on her face and a hint of success in her eyes.

She stayed in the sun for half an hour, and her face turned red. She wiped the sweat from her sleeves several times, and her face was still covered with fine beads of sweat. She could not hide her sickly paleness under her red face.

She quietly looked into the dark, and she was almost there. She "sickly" held the edge of the wheel of the wheelchair, but before she could make any movement, the wheelchair was suddenly held by someone.

"Are you going back?"

Song Yuan was startled suddenly and looked at Nan Jiaojiao who suddenly appeared behind her as if she was seeing a ghost, "Why are you still here!"

"I've always been there."

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the wheelchair back, "I just didn't notice you calling me, I thought you liked to bask in the sun."

Song Yuan clenched her fists and pursed her lips, wishing she could slap her in the face.

From the sun to the floor, the light suddenly dimmed. Several black and white shadows pierced Song Yuan's eyes. His vision was dappled, with countless white and black dots dangling in front of his eyes. Song Yuan was just about to get angry when the wheelchair suddenly moved forward. After a push, she leaned back, and was gently pushed back by a hand.

My head became even more dizzy, and I choked back what I wanted to say.

When she returned to the ward, she didn't see Mrs. Song. Nan Jiaojiao helped Song Yuan to the bed and was about to wash her hands. When her cell phone rang, she took it out, took a look at it, put it on the bedside table, and then went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

Song Yuan was so disturbed by the ringtone that she stretched out her hand to hang up. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of Bo Yanqing's number. She sat up, turned her head and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. There was still the sound of water coming from inside. She gritted her teeth and said He picked up the call and held it against his ear.

Didn't say anything on purpose. The man's soft voice filled my ears, "My dear, what are you doing?"

Song Yuan's heart was beating wildly, and she suddenly felt that her mouth was dry. It was just a name, and she felt that her breathing was hot. The sense of substitution was so strong that her already sun-red face was dyed with a layer of embarrassment, and it was so red that it was almost bleeding.

"Jiaobao'er?" Bo Yanqing coaxed softly, "Why don't you say anything? What are you going to do with me?"

Song Yuan's heartbeat quickened and she mumbled a few times before she finally said, "Third brother, it's me."

Bo Yanqing was startled, and then her voice dropped, "Why is it you and her?"

"Jiaojiao came to the hospital to see me. She went to the bathroom."

Bo Yanqing's attitude suddenly changed, "Please wait until she comes out and ask her to call me back."

"Also, don't touch her phone."

Song Yuan gritted her teeth and explained: "No, Jiaojiao won't be out for a while. I saw that her phone had been ringing for a long time, and it was you calling again. I was afraid that you would be anxious so I answered it for her."

"No, she often doesn't answer my calls, so I won't think too much about it."

Is that right?

He actually doted on Nan Jiao to such an extent.

Song Yuan felt her heart congested more and more, "Okay, I understand, I will tell Jiaojiao later."

Bo Yanqing responded before hanging up the phone. From beginning to end, he didn't even say a word of greeting, let alone asked how Song Yuan was injured.

She was afraid that he would really die, so she said anxiously: "Third brother, are you coming to the hospital today?" (End of Chapter)