Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

He braked so hard that it aroused song wanwei's interest.

"Why don't you finish? What else did someone say?" she asked.

Yan Qing said impatiently, "what else can you say? It's just praising your love and saying you're desperate for him." he "tut" said: "in short, these things are everywhere on the Internet. Just search them yourself?"

"Is that right?" song wanwei's mood is a little complicated. Although netizens' imagination must be much richer than reality, it's also right from a certain point of view. Song wanwei is really desperate for Ruan Tingchen.

Yan Qing muttered, "how can I call you to popularize science..."

Song wanwei giggled and felt much better.

"Well, tell me what's the matter with me?"

Yan Qing said, "I've been in Fengshi recently. I'll go back in a few days. Come out and have dinner together."

Song wanwei was stunned and thought, is there really such a coincidence in the world?

She said, "I'm in Fengshi, too. I arrived only yesterday."

"You just came back and came to Fengshi?" Yan Qing's voice sounded surprised and then became happy: "that's just right. It shows that we have fate. Where are you? Let's go out for dinner tonight."

Song wanwei shook her head: "not recently. I'm accompanying one of my... Former customers. They have something to do at home. I have to accompany them."

"Is it serious?"

"Well, it's serious."

Seeing song wanwei insist, Yan Qing didn't embarrass her: "then you accompany them for a few days, and then we make an appointment. I just want to have dinner with you, not you to accompany me all day. Do you still have this time?"

Yan Qing said so. Song wanwei really can't refuse.

Then she said, "well, we'll contact you in a few days."

After hanging up the phone, song wanwei felt that she was a little more relaxed and no longer depressed as in the morning.

Song wanwei got up and cleaned up. After dinner, she went to the hospital with the thermos bucket aunt Zhao gave her.

When she got to the hospital, song wanwei saw President Lin standing at the door looking into the ward from a distance. When she went over and asked, she sure enough hadn't had dinner. Song wanwei even suspected that she didn't even eat lunch.

They came to the rest area. Song wanwei opened the heat preservation bucket and put the food in front of President Lin. she finally ate slowly.

Even when he was eating, President Lin's eyes were not focused. It seemed that only one soul was left in his body, and the rest of his thoughts ran to Lin Zhen.

Song wanwei sighed in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it on her face.

She then began to find a topic to chat. She just chatted with President Lin. the topic couldn't be bypassed. Lin Zhen.

Whenever we talk about how lovely Lin Zhen was when he was a child and how happy he was on the journey before, there will be a cross-sectional reality in front of him - Lin Zhen is already lying in the ward, which can not be described as dying.

At the end of the meal, President Lin began to cry again.

"When I eat, I always feel guilty. It's true that he can't eat anything now, but I eat here. He was born of me. Now he is like this, I can't help but wonder if there was something wrong in those years?"

"Stop thinking." song wanwei frowned and comforted, "Xiao Lin certainly won't think so. Don't always take the responsibility on yourself. If Xiao Lin knows you think so, he will be sad."

"I won't tell him, Wan Wei. Don't tell him either." President Lin covered his face: "I just, just..."

She didn't finish, but song wanwei knew very well.

President Lin just wants to find a suitable reason for Lin Zhen's current experience. She can't accept her child as she is now.

Before long, President Lin stood up and said, "I'm going back to guard Zhenzhen. Wan Wei, you can live in Lin's house at ease and don't come every day. It's just that sometimes... I want you to come and talk with Zhenzhen."

Song wanwei opened her mouth and finally said nothing. She could only nod.

She knows how desperate President Lin is now. Originally, Lin Zhen liked to talk to song wanwei. She thought that if she found song wanwei, Lin Zhen's state would improve. But miracles are not so easy to happen. Lin Zhen is still as sleepy as before. He sleeps more than he wakes up. Even when I wake up, I just say a few words with unknown meaning, and then close my eyes again.

Song wanwei looked at Lin Zong and knew that every time she talked to Lin Zhen when she woke up, it was like talking to Lin Zhen for the last time.

I don't know how long it will be like this.

Song wanwei came to deliver dinner and went back to Lin's house.

Told aunt Zhao about the situation of the hospital, and aunt Zhao's eyes couldn't help getting wet.

"President Lin... She's really not easy. Her marriage is rough, even the young master now... She's a good person. How can she experience this?"

There is no solution to such a thing as fate.

Song wanwei tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Maybe she slept for a long time during the day, or maybe she was always thinking about the Lin family and was in a bad mood.

Finally, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Yan Qing.

"Come out for dinner tomorrow. You can decide the time and place."

Originally, she thought Yan Qing should have fallen asleep. She couldn't see the news. Who knew that the other party would reply soon.

"Why didn't you sleep so late? Why did you suddenly figure it out?"

Song wanwei skimmed her lips.

"Haven't you slept? It's just that nothing has happened recently. It's better to come out for dinner."

"OK, tell me about your magical experience in Mexico City."

This sentence was smacked by song wanwei. She felt a little sarcastic, but she didn't have the energy to manage what Yan Qing meant. She turned over several times in bed and finally fell asleep.

The next day she woke up and received a text message from Yan Qing, which said the time and place of dinner.

Song wanwei checked the Internet. This restaurant is very difficult to book in Fengshi. Generally, they have to make an appointment half a month in advance. Why did they make an appointment to eat together last night and go to this restaurant today?

When song wanwei arrived at the restaurant and said Yan Qing's name, the other party showed respect, song wanwei understood.

It is estimated that Yan Qing, the rich second generation, has any privileges in this restaurant.

Sure enough, Yan Qing not only easily booked such a difficult restaurant, but also an elegant room on the third floor. The decoration is impeccable.

"It's just a simple meal. As for you..." song wanwei was a little helpless. She always felt that it was too heavy. She and Yan Qing were a little strange.

"For me, this kind of standard is just plain food." Yan Qing took it for granted: "I didn't have a big dinner like a cocktail party."