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"Here comes the bag."

The staff quickly handed the handbag to Qin Youle.

Qin Youle flipped anxiously, but never found the chocolate she wanted. In a hurry, Qin Youle poured out all the things in the bag.

"Guide Li, open it for me." Qin Youle handed a bar of chocolate, looked at Li Gang and said, "please."

Although depressed, Li Gang quickly tore the wrapping paper for her.

"Come on, have some chocolate." Qin Youle murmured, "eat some and you'll feel better."

Everyone looked at each other. Unexpectedly, song Tingchen had hypoglycemia.

"Director Li, Tingchen, there's nothing to do here. Let's go back and have a rest." Feeling that song Tingchen's face was better, Qin Youle whispered, "it's getting late. Thank you for me."

Li Gang understood: "well, well, director Song has nothing to do. Let's go back and have a rest."

Soon, there were only a few people left in the room.

"Youle, let's help Lao song stand up." Li Gang squatted down and asked carefully, "isn't there anything big about Lao song?"

Qin Youle shook his head: "didn't he eat at night? This is an old problem. There will be no big things. "

"That's good." Li Gangchang relaxed his airway. "Recently, the work intensity is so strong that Lao song wants the crew to run at both ends of dawn. It will really be very tired."

Qin Youle is silent and looks at Song Tingchen's tired face in his arms. Qin Youle's heart hurts for a while.

Although song Tingchen was much better, he was sent to the hospital at Qin Youle's insistence.

After the doctor gave song Tingchen a simple examination, he was directly admitted to the hospital for infusion.

"Doctor, is there nothing serious wrong with him?" When sending the doctor out of the ward, Qin Youle asked anxiously. Although she and Li Gang just said that song Tingchen had nothing to do, in fact, she was very worried.

The doctor took off his mask and said earnestly, "Mr. Song's hypoglycemia is an old problem, which needs to take good care of his body. However, I don't think his current physical condition is very good. "

Qin Youle was nervous: "what do you mean?"

"If Mr. Song continues to work like this and doesn't eat on time, his condition may worsen. At that time, it will not be ruled out that there will be a worse situation. Don't underestimate hypoglycemia. In fact, this is not a small problem. "

Qin Youle looked at the ward. She said reluctantly, "doctor, he has a lot of work to do. Is there any other way to remedy it?"

"It depends on your choice, work or body." The doctor shook his head and said, "also, pay attention to your diet. Don't always eat something without nutrition. Body is the capital of revolution. You'd better be mentally prepared and don't regret it at that time. "

Qin Youle nodded solemnly: "thank you, doctor."

"After the infusion in the evening, you can go through the discharge formalities tomorrow." The doctor gave a faint order and left.

Standing alone in the empty corridor, Qin Youle sighed.

Qin Youle looked at the time. Because of a toss, it was ten o'clock now. She couldn't help yawning.

He crept into the ward and saw song Tingchen's hand outside. Qin Youle carefully wanted to give him his hand into the quilt, but song Tingchen held her hand back.

"What's the matter? Is it still hard? " Qin Youle forgot her conversation with sun Huo this afternoon. Now she has only song Tingchen in her eyes and can't accommodate anything else.

Song Tingchen slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at his hand clenched with Qin Youle and whispered, "I want to hold your hand like this."

"Then hold it like this." Qin Youle said with a smile. She opened her chair and sat down. She said angrily, "I know I have low blood sugar. I don't know how to eat on time. I didn't eat at night, did I?"

Song Tingchen put a hook on the corner of his mouth and whispered like a child who did something wrong: "this is not a pile of things in the afternoon, so he forgot for a moment."

Qin Youle glanced at Song Tingchen angrily and said, "this is the first time I've heard that someone can forget to eat. Remember to eat well next time, okay?"

"It's easy for me to forget without your reminding." Song Tingchen looked into Qin Youle's eyes and said seriously, "Qin Youle, you promised me that we would all have dinner together in the future."

Looking at Song Tingchen's expectant eyes, Qin Youle smiled calmly: "OK, next time I will remind you of three meals a day on time."

"What time is it?" Song Tingchen asked wearily, "it should be quite late. Book a hotel nearby to have a rest."

"It's almost ten o'clock." Qin Youle gently rubbed song Tingchen's eyebrows with his finger abdomen and whispered, "I'm leaving. Who will come with you?"

"A person can, and there is nothing." Song Tingchen held Qin Youle's hand tightly and said, "if you are here, you can't have a good rest. You have to go to the set tomorrow. I'm afraid your body can't stand it."

"I'm not in the way. I don't trust you to be alone here." Qin Youle gently pulled out his hand. "I'll wash your face first, and then wash your mouth. Let's have a good rest. It's rare that we can rest early today."

Song Tingchen was silent. He looked at Qin Youle's back, but he always felt uneasy.

Although the hospital bed was narrow, Qin Youle still lay down together. The two people hugged each other and slept. No one mentioned the unpleasant thing this afternoon.

Maybe it was because they were tired after such a toss at night, so soon they both fell asleep.

The next day, when the sun shone into the ward, Qin Youle opened his eyes. She looked up at Song Tingchen. He was still sleeping with his eyes closed.

Qin Youle tried to sit up slowly. When she moved, song Tingchen's eyelashes trembled several times immediately.

It's rare to see song Tingchen sleeping so firmly. Qin Youle lay back. She put her hand on his thick and warm chest and slowly closed her eyes.

When Qin Youle woke up again, it was time for Huang Zhiming to bring breakfast.

"Hum!" Seeing the two people sleeping in each other's arms, Huang Zhiming quickly cleared his throat and said, "I didn't bother you two. It's a little late. There's no way to disturb."

Qin Youle hurried out of bed. She picked up her coat and put it on her body. She said awkwardly, "Zhiming, you're still a little early."

Huang Zhiming said with a faint smile: "madam, it's almost eight o'clock now. It's not too early."

Qin Youle glanced at the time and said with chagrin: "no, I forgot to set the alarm clock last night."

Watching Qin Youle rush into the bathroom, song Tingchen takes a cold look at Huang Zhiming.

"President Song..." Huang Zhiming said wrongfully, "President song, in order to make you a nutritious breakfast, I asked my mother to get up early in the morning and stew mushroom and shredded chicken porridge."

"That's also my aunt's credit. What's your business?" Song Tingchen opened the quilt and was ready to get up. Although he slept well last night, he found that his whole arm was numb in the morning.

"Mr. Song, you have no conscience anyway." As Huang Zhiming dressed song Tingchen, he complained, "last night, I heard the news that you were hospitalized. I immediately jumped out of bed and wanted to say to see you."“ Finally you didn't come. " Song Tingchen said quietly.

"I..."

Song Tingchen pushes open the door of the bathroom. Qin Youle is making up in front of the mirror.

"Don't use cold water when washing your face. It's a little cooler this morning." Qin Youle carefully reminded, "remember to eat at noon and eat nutritious food, you know?"

Song Tingchen gently hugged Qin Youle's waist from behind.

Qin Youle was stunned at first, then smiled and said, "what's the matter? Why did you get so pretentious early in the morning? "

"Ah!"

Qin Youle couldn't help whispering.

Song Tingchen lowered his head and bit on her shoulder. Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen in the mirror.

"Qin Youle, let me see." Song Tingchen tore away Qin Youle's clothes, looked at his shoulder and murmured, "with tooth marks, I want my marks on your body."

Qin Youle put down her eyebrow pencil. She turned and buried her head in Song Tingchen's arms: "Tingchen, recently, I want to say sorry to you."

Embracing Qin Youle's soft body, song Tingchen affectionately dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll go out and prepare food for you first." Qin Youle stared into song Tingchen's eyes and said.

Song Tingchen nodded.

When song Tingchen went out, Huang Zhiming was the only one left in the ward.

"Where's Qin Youle?" Song Tingchen's heart pounded, and he asked nervously.

Huang Zhiming turned his back to song Tingchen, who was filling porridge for him, so he didn't see the uneasiness in Song Tingchen's eyes. He said calmly, "my wife said she would be late for work, so she went to the set first."

Song Tingchen's two hands clenched into fists, and fog rose in his eyes.

"Mr. Song, come on, you can have breakfast." When Huang Zhiming looked back excitedly, he bumped into song Tingchen's face colder than the iceberg. He hurriedly comforted, "President song, you can't be unhappy when you get up early this morning."

Huang Zhiming opened his chair and asked song Tingchen to sit down: "Madam told me to stare at you and eat this big bowl of porridge. There are toast and milk on the table. You must eat it."

Song Tingchen glanced at the food on the table and asked coldly, "did she eat before she left?"

Huang Zhiming shook his head and nodded again.

"Did you eat it?"

"No!" Huang Zhiming was frightened by song Tingchen. "But I asked her to bring bread and milk."

Song Tingchen didn't speak any more. He obediently ate all the food on the table.

"Oh, I can finally leave the hospital." When he left with song Tingchen, Huang Zhiming couldn't help but say happily, "the outside air is better. The smell in the hospital is always uncomfortable."

Song Tingchen has always kept a straight face, which can give people a cold death.

After completing the discharge procedures, Huang Zhiming did not know where to get a flower for song Tingchen: "President song, celebrate your discharge."

Song Tingchen glanced and directly chose to ignore it.

Huang Zhiming shrugged his shoulders and sighed. He started the car and drove away slowly.