Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

"Him? Is it related to the incident where I was injured?" Qiao Wan frowned, looking at Song Yanshu beside her.

"Did you find anything? Is there any evidence or clues that point to him having something to do with this case?"

Song Yanshu didn't speak, and was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about how to answer.

Qiao Wan didn't rush for him to answer, but just sat quietly in the car, waiting for Song Yanshu to figure out how to explain this matter.

If there were really clues or evidence that the man had something to do with the previous case, then it would be impossible for Qiao Wan to have any contact with that man again.

Even if the man was injured this time because he helped her grab the bag, maybe it was just a trick.

Now she just wants a direct or indirect evidence of the relationship between this man and those people.

After a long time, Song Yanshu spoke.

"I said that his identity is very mysterious. I sent people to investigate before but found nothing, so there is no evidence or clues for the time being."

"I don't think he's simple. He's approaching you at this juncture, and he's a person whose identity is a mystery. In all likelihood, he has ulterior motives."

"Trust my intuition, don't get close to him, don't put yourself in a dangerous situation, if something happens to you, I won't die."

Song Yanshu's words were undoubtedly threatening Qiao Wan in disguise.

If she is controlled by someone with ulterior motives to threaten Song Yanshu, he will send him to the door to save her...

Qiao Wan heard this kind of threat, and she was angry, but there was no reason to be angry.

In the final analysis, it was because he cared about her that he became a weakness, didn't he?

"Since this is the case, didn't you arrange someone to protect me in secret? Why didn't those people come out to help me get my bag back when my bag was snatched just now?"

Qiao Wan became angry when she thought of this.

If it was Song Yanshu who jumped out to help her snatch the bag back just now, with Song Yanshu's skills and professional habits, he would never be scratched by the thief who stole it.

She would not owe that man such a big favor.

If there is evidence to prove that the man also participated in planning a plan before, which caused her to be injured and almost died, she will take this time as a smooth one, that's fine.

But now there is only Song Yanshu's intuition, and there is no other substantive evidence.

"Recently, the weather has been calm. In order not to waste resources excessively, and to improve their protection ability, I have withdrawn most of the people who secretly protect you back to the base for higher-level devil training."

Song Yanshu answered by gently rubbing his temples.

In fact, he is secretly drawn.

Many people behind Mingli thought that there was no shortage of people secretly protecting Qiao Wan. In fact, there were only two people left to ensure her personal safety at any time.

"There are only two people following you now. If one of them comes out to help deal with this matter, the other needs to be more vigilant. It is easy to expose their identities together, and they may be taken advantage of by someone with a heart."

"So they chose not to come forward to help you snatch the bag back at that time, which was the most correct consideration and decision."

"Anyway, no matter if they can't come out, they can't take your bag away. They have already contacted someone in the nearby streets to block it."

If it wasn't for Song Yanshu's explanation, Qiao Wan would never have thought of it so deeply.

"Well, since there is a valid reason, I can't say anything."

"It's just that the man was injured to help me get the bag back anyway. I have to pay him some money. You can accompany me to the bank to get some cash at some time. Find him and send it to him. I don't want to owe With his kindness."

Song Yanshu didn't want to agree at first, thinking that Qiao Wan would be in danger.

But since Qiao Wan said to let him go together, there should be no problem, so after thinking about it for a while, she agreed.

The man left and got into his men's car parked nearby.

There is a makeshift medical kit in the car at all times, as if the man might be injured often.

This time the assistant in the car was shocked when he saw the man come back with injuries.

"Boss, why are you hurt?"

The man waved his hand: "It's just a small injury, nothing to worry about, just let me deal with it casually."

"Your wound is not shallow, it's best to get stitches, otherwise it's not good for recovery, it's better to go to the hospital for treatment, I can stop the bleeding for you temporarily?" The assistant said so and took out the gauze to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"No, just sterilize and put some medicine on it and wrap it up."

"In these years, I haven't seen any major or minor injuries. I have to go to the hospital for a mere dagger injury. Is it to make the people under my hands laugh that I am getting more and more delicate?"

The assistant heard what his boss said, so he didn't have much to say, so he lowered his head and bandaged him silently.

"Boss, how is your relationship with Ms. Qiao? Is she still wary of you?" the assistant asked while dressing up.

He is a talkative and a gossip. Men have always known about his problem and don't mind it.

Anyway, someone he trusted.

"I didn't have a chance to improve our relationship with her before, but now I have." The man said and glanced at his arm.

The assistant instantly understood: "You suffered this injury for Miss Qiao?"

The man didn't answer.

The assistant knew that if he didn't answer, it meant he had acquiesced.

"No wonder you didn't go to the hospital for treatment. So you wanted to use this injury as a trick so that you could meet Miss Qiao more often, right?"

"In order to get close to that woman, you really don't cherish your body! How can such a noble body of yours be used for such cruel tricks, you are too impulsive!"

The assistant kept chattering beside him, and the man was not annoyed, he just leaned against the back of the car with his eyes closed, and endured the ravages of disinfectant on the wound with his eyes closed, without making a sound.

"Boss, to be honest, do you have to be Miss Qiao?" The assistant suddenly asked again: "Is it worth it to spend so much energy for her?"

The man opened his eyes again, the pupils were still black like an abyss, and the whites of his eyes were a little red, which looked a little scary.

"I just need to know if it's worth it, you just need to cooperate with everything I have to do."

The assistant stopped talking and continued to treat the wound silently.

The car drove all the way to the suburbs outside the city, and kept driving...

In the hospital, Song Zili was sitting on the hospital bed, with a plaster cast on his right hand, and two extremely beautiful little nurses were sitting on his left.

One of the two people was giving him small apples, cutting fruit to feed him, and the other was reading some interesting stories to him to amuse him. They were treated exactly like the emperor.

As for Xue Bingqian, except that she could see people when she came to deliver meals, she didn't know where she went at other times.

Grandma Song asked after she knew about it. She said that she was going to study how to continue to make the tonic soup that is most suitable for him in his current situation by herself, without over nourishing, so that he can recover as soon as possible and be discharged from the hospital.

After all, it takes a lot of time to cook soup. From going to the vegetable market to buy ingredients to watching the fire in person, it takes four or five hours.

Coupled with the drive to and from the hospital, there was basically no time to rest. It was indeed impossible to continue to take care of Song Zili in the hospital.

Grandma Song believed it without any doubts, and asked her to do more, saying that she didn't need to be taken care of well when she was hospitalized, and the food must be the safest and hygienic.

Song Zi gritted his teeth angrily.

This damned woman, this time, she used her hard-to-get method very well!

It really made him angry!
Just wait, when he recovers, she will know what happens when he takes advantage of his injury!

At dinner time, Xue Bingqian came again, and this time she brought two thermos pots, one pot of chicken soup and one pot of fish soup, both of which smelled like medicine, which belonged to medicinal food, but not all of them smelled like medicine, it tasted good.

"Okay, I've brought you dinner, I'll go back and take care of Mingming if there's nothing else to do." Xue Bingqian put away her things and was ready to leave.

Two little nurses stood by the hospital bed and watched Xue Bingqian out politely.

"Stop! It's already night, you don't need to make soup for me in the early morning, and you don't dare to time, you don't need to go back so early!"

"Believe it or not, if you dare to go back now, I will tell grandma immediately that you have been deliberately avoiding taking care of me all this time, just wanting to be lazy!"

Xue Bingqian didn't care.

"Grandma won't be happy if I come too late in the morning."

"But if I want to arrive in time, I need to prepare everything in advance, go to bed early, wake up early to make soup, so that I can guarantee it will be delivered to you at seven or eight in the morning, OK?"

"You don't think that I can go to bed at twelve o'clock and get up at two o'clock to make soup! I am a human being, not a god, and I will die if I lack sleep continuously!"

What Xue Bingqian said was straightforward, but Song Zili was speechless.

But, is she really spending her time cooking soup?
no!
She actually made this soup with a rice cooker. The current rice cooker already has a soup function. She puts the required ingredients in and turns it on. She can do whatever she likes at other times.

Anyway, she is at Qiao Wan's house now, and she doesn't worry about Grandma Song's eyeliner at home, so she has nothing to expose it.

"Okay! Very good! You don't want to stay in the hospital to take care of me no matter what, right? Then don't take care of me, and no one else will take care of me. Let these two women go, and I will find someone to take care of me !"

Song Zili shouted so emotionally, picked up the mobile phone beside him and called Xu Lulu directly.

This was the first time he called Xu Lulu since he was injured.

Xu Lulu hadn't seen Song Zili for a long time, and she was worried when she heard that Song Zili was injured, but she didn't dare to take the initiative to visit him without his permission.

Now Song Zili called her by himself, and she quickly picked it up.

"Zi Li, I heard you were injured. How are you? Are you feeling better?" Xu Lulu's worried voice flowed into Song Zili's heart like a warm stream.

Compared with the cold-blooded Xue Bingqian who can stay as little as possible except to deliver meals, there is a huge contrast.