Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4089 After farewell, recall each other (13)

There are still a few Song Shaoyans in the university.

She nodded to her grandfather: "I recognize him, he is a senior, very handsome."

"It's good if you recognize it, go and meet."

She later agreed and went on a blind date with Song Shaoyan in a restaurant.

"Sister An'an, it's too cold outside, come in." Xiaoduo stood at the door and called her.

Ning An squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, but she didn't feel too cold.

But she went in anyway.

"An'an..." Someone called her in the bedroom.

Ning An heard Song Shaoyan's voice.

"Huh? Sister An'an, Mr. Song seems to be calling you An." Xiaoduo also heard it.

"Let him call." Ning An didn't bother to answer, and didn't even lift his head.

"An'an..." Song Shaoyan was still calling, his voice low and hoarse, mixed with pain.

"Sister An An, why don't you take a look at him?"

Ning An was really tired of this man, as soon as she left, he called her name.

She went back to the bedroom again.

Song Shaoyan was lying on the bed in pain, his facial features were wrinkled in pain, his brows were furrowed, and he kept calling her name, sometimes so lightly that no one could hear her.

Ning An walked over and bent down to press his hand: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Ning An could hardly hear his voice clearly: "Do you want an injection?"

Song Shaoyan shook his head: "Don't go..."

"Okay, I'm not leaving for now, what do you want? I'll get it for you."

"Nothing...just you."

Ning An didn't know what to say.

Song Shaoyan's forehead was covered with sweat, and Ning An took a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning An asked.

"Old problem, it's okay."

Ning An knew that he was stubborn like this, so he didn't ask.

Song Shaoyan's complexion was very bad, pale as paper, it was raining these few days, Ning An didn't know how he should live.How did he get here in the past five years?
Song Shaoyan suppressed the pain and kept silent easily. Only when the pain was so hard to extricate himself would he groan shallowly.

Ning An's hand that was tightly held by him was already wet, full of his sweat.

"Song Shaoyan, I will ask the driver to take you to the hospital. You will die of pain like this." Ning An felt a strange feeling in his heart, and his pupils constricted.

"It's useless to go..."

"Then have you always been like this?"

"Ah."

Ning An really didn't want to worry about him anymore, but Song Shaoyan, who had her eyes closed tightly and was in pain, made her feel uneasy again.

She had no choice but to keep wiping his sweat: "You always endure it like this?"

"It didn't hurt this much before..."

Ning An is not a doctor, and she doesn't know what to do, so she can only let him hold her hand.

Later, Song Shaoyan probably collapsed from the pain, and Song Shaoyan fell asleep, leaning on the pillow, motionless, like a child.

Ning An let go of his hand, covered him with the quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed without leaving.

In fact, when she divorced Song Shaoyan, she didn't have any hatred for him. What she thought most about was...well to each other.

But I didn't expect him to be injured so badly.

Time passed bit by bit, but Ning An didn't leave.

It's still raining outside.

……

After five o'clock, the night fell, and Hwaseong was plunged into darkness.

Before Song Shaoyan woke up, Ning An quietly walked out of the bedroom to help Xiaoduo.

"Sister An'an, how is Mr. Song?" Xiaoduo was also worried, "What should I do?"

"He refuses to go to the hospital, and Jiang Ci won't be able to come back for a while, and I don't know what to do."

"President Song is so nice, nothing will happen..." Xiaoduo became sad.

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