Black-bellied husband dotes on his wife: You can't escape

Chapter 317 Don't Think About Anything

On the contrary, Chen Jinsong thought a little bit about the old feelings, and asked with a sigh: "How is your father? Say hello for me when you have time."

Song Shixia felt suffocated in her heart, and said calmly; "He's fine, thank Uncle Chen for his concern. I'll tell him when I see him some other day."

"Is your injury okay?" Chen Jinsong just asked, He Mei tugged at the hem of his clothes and squeezed his eyes.

Song Shixia lowered her head and didn't see He Mei's expression just now. Because of Chen Yan, the original resentment towards them in her heart has relatively dissipated. Now she has figured it out. In the Song family's situation at that time, no one would dare to cause trouble.Although she has never believed that her father would do illegal and criminal things, the evidence is overwhelming her like a mountain, making her powerless, let alone these people want to seek self-protection.

Looking at it now, it has been almost 4 years. In everyone's mind, she is still the daughter of a criminal. Seeing her and not giving her a face is considered to be benevolent, right?

After thinking for a while, she raised her head and said calmly: "Now Yanyan can rest assured that you will take care of me. Then I will leave first. If you need anything, you can call me. This is my mobile phone number."

After speaking, Song Shixia took a pen from the table and wrote a line of numbers on the desk calendar.

Chen Jinsong nodded to show he understood, but He Mei remained silent from the beginning to the end.When Song Shixia closed the door of the ward, He Mei's face immediately changed.

"What is she doing here?"

"Oh, don't say a few words, anyway, she and Yanyan were good friends before."

"What a good friend, don't spoil our daughter with children from such a family."

"Okay, calm down, ah!" Chen Jinsong waved his hands repeatedly, too lazy to listen to He Mei's nagging.

Song Shixia returned to the special intensive care unit on the 38th floor with a look of disappointment. Just after passing through the explosion-proof glass door, she lightened her body and received a slap on the buttocks.

Her hands hugged Lan Chenze's neck instinctively, ignoring the man's dark face at the moment, and nestled her face in his arms.

Sensing the little woman's depression, Lan Chenze's face softened a bit: "What's wrong? People saw it, there was no problem, the operation was successful, and you still look sick?"

"No." Song Shixia's voice was humming and weak.

Lan Chenze was silent for a few seconds, gently put her on the hospital bed, covered her with the quilt, leaned over and looked at her face deeply, with a doting but dignified tone.

"Depressed and unhappy, talking weakly, shrugging and pulling his head, with a face like a dissatisfied woman in the palace! Who are you fooling? Who messed with you?"

Song Shixia opened her eyelids, blinked, and stared at him dully: "No one, I just feel tired and want to sleep."

Lan Chenze suddenly felt as if he had hit the cotton with his fist, and looked at Song Shixia for a long time with a serious face, seeing her listless, he finally didn't ask any more questions.

"Sleep peacefully, with me here, you don't have to think about anything."

After speaking, he slowly rolled the hospital bed flat, supported Song Shixia to lie down and tucked her in the quilt, and pressed a deep kiss on her forehead.

Song Shixia closed her eyes dejectedly. She had received too many messages today and was frightened again. She fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Lan Chenze went out and told the bodyguard beside him: "Find out what happened after Madam went to Chen Yan's ward."

"Yes, Young Master Lan!" The bodyguard nodded in acceptance and left quickly.

(End of this chapter)