Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 77 Delivered in person
Eyes widened, Jin Ping swallowed her saliva and made a mouth shape, "Mr. Song?"

Ning Xiao nodded quickly, and at the same time added, "Let her go, let's talk about the meal another day."

Unexpectedly, Qian Mengmeng, a weak-hearted artist, would hug Song Huaijin's thigh at some point, Jin Ping was also shocked.

She coughed and replied to Qian Mengmeng, "Okay, then you can go, we can talk about the meal another day."

After thinking about it, she was worried that Qian Mengmeng would not be on the right track, so Jin Ping told her again, "Gifts are light and affection is heavy, you can't go without bringing a gift just because the other party doesn't need it, you know?"

After all, before Qian Mengmeng could answer, she cut off the call.

Be darling, so in the series of events before, the one who helped Qian Mengmeng to solve the problem behind the scenes was Song Huaijin from SF? !
After Jin Ping calmed down, she raised her head and smiled slightly at Ning Xiao, "When will Producer Ning be free?"

……

According to Jin Ping's instructions, Qian Mengmeng bought a fruit basket in a supermarket near the hospital, and then walked towards the hospital.

Gao Hang only told her which hospital Song Huaijin lived in, but he didn't tell her what department it was, let alone the ward number.

Qian Mengmeng didn't have Gao Hang's cell phone number, nor did she have Qiao Shiyun's.All she has is Lu Yao's Weibo and Song Huaijin's mobile phone number... But, she was hacked by him!

Standing at the consultation office on the first floor of the inpatient department, Qian Mengmeng swallowed her saliva, and said a little cautiously, "Excuse me, Mr. Song Huaijin, which ward do you live in?"

When the nurses on duty at the front desk heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at her.The nurse she questioned smiled and replied formulaically, "Sorry, we can't disclose the information of VIP patients."

For a celebrity in City H like Song Huaijin, I heard that he was hospitalized, so there shouldn't be too many people visiting him every day.

However, after all, he was hospitalized as a patient. If Song Huaijin received everyone every day, would he have to rest and recuperate?Besides, among these people, he may not be willing to meet all of them.

Therefore, the nurses would not easily tell outsiders who only knew that he was hospitalized but not the ward number.

Qian Mengmeng nodded in disappointment, as if she knew this would happen a long time ago.

"However, if you bring something, we can pass it on for you." The nurse smiled at her.

After standing still and thinking for a moment, Qian Mengmeng put the fruit basket on the front desk, "Then, give this fruit basket to him for me."

"Okay, we will definitely send it there for you."

After leaving the front desk, Qian Mengmeng walked to the public chair and sat down, took out her mobile phone, and sent a text message to Song Huaijin.

"Mr. Song, I heard that you are hospitalized. I brought you a fruit basket. I hope you recover soon."

Although it was blackmailed, maybe he will see it one day in the future?
Unexpectedly, as soon as the text message was sent, her cell phone rang instantly.

Looking at the three words Mr. Song on the caller ID, Qian Mengmeng almost threw the phone to the ground in shock.

Picking it up tremblingly, Song Huaijin's nice voice came over, "Where is it?"

"I, I'm in the hospital." Qian Mengmeng stood up from the chair.

Song Huaijin on the other end of the call paused, and then said after a while, "1107 in the intensive care unit."

"What, what?"

"Fruit basket, deliver it yourself."

Dear, send it up in person? !Qian Mengmeng blinked, looked at the front desk, "But..."

But the fruit basket, she just handed it to the sister nurse at the front desk, and she is happily preparing to deliver it!

(End of this chapter)