Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

When Song's mother received the call, she heard that Mrs. Han meant to ask Song Weiwei to go. She thought that Han Shuhuai was sick because of Song Weiwei, so she had to tell Song Weiwei.

Song Weiwei is not a hard-hearted person. Yesterday at the ski resort, Han Shuhuai took great care of her. It was impossible for her to forget so quickly. After several hesitation, she still went to the hospital to visit him.

Song's mother asked Aunt Rong to cook porridge and some appetizers, and asked Song Weiwei to take them with her. She said, "You can buy a bunch of flowers when you go. The patients will be very happy to see the flowers."

Song Weiwei nodded in agreement, and Song Chenchen followed when she went out, "Mom, I want to go with you."

Song Weiwei patted his head, "You just stay at home, don't you still have homework to do during the winter vacation?"

"I'm almost done." Song Chenchen said arrogantly, "Mom, take me there, I want to see Uncle Han too."

Song Weiwei thought about it, and took Song Chenchen with her. Uncle Liu sent them to the hospital. Song Weiwei was buying flowers at the flower shop in front of the hospital. The little girl in the flower shop asked her, "Who are they for?"

"Friend." Song Weiwei said.

The little girl introduced tulips and the like, and Song Weiwei's eyes fell on the yellow rose. She remembered that the flower language of the yellow rose was an apology, so she asked the little girl to wrap a bunch for her.

Holding the flowers, she led Song Chenchen into the inpatient building of the hospital.

Mrs. Han was so happy when she saw her coming, she moved to the side, "Song Song, come in quickly, it's good that you are here, Shuhuai keeps calling your name, I think if you come, he must wake up .”

Song Weiwei looked a little uncomfortable, she walked sideways into the ward.

Han Shuhuai was lying under the blindingly white quilt. He was wearing a hospital gown, his face was pale, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, the back of his hand was pierced with a needle, and the infusion bottle was dripping and leaking medicine.

She watched this scene with mixed feelings in her heart.

She put the things on the bedside table and asked Mrs. Han, "How long has he been in this condition? When did the doctor say that the fever will subside?"

"I had a fever last night. He said it's okay, just sleep for one night. I saw that he didn't go downstairs this morning, so I went up and called him, only to find that he had a severe fever. I gave him antipyretics, but it didn't work, so I had to call him." I took the ambulance to the hospital, but the fever didn’t go away.”

Mrs. Han wiped her tears as she spoke, "Shuhuai was in poor health when he was a child, especially prone to fevers. He got better when he grew up, but he has become resistant to antipyretics, and usually has to stay in the hospital for several days for fevers. , I am really anxious."

Song Weiwei quickly comforted, "Auntie, don't worry, adults have strong resistance, and the fever may subside in a while."

"Well, you're right, hey, he went to the ski resort to pick you up, why did he have a fever?" Mrs. Han seemed to mention it unintentionally, but she actually wanted Song Weiwei to blame herself.

Song Weiwei really blamed herself, thinking that Han Shuhuai gave her all the clothes and scarves to keep out the cold at that time, and then ran around wearing only a thin woolen sweater, she felt very guilty.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, it's all because of me."

When Mrs. Han saw her blaming herself, she immediately took her hand and said, "Song Song, I didn't mean to blame you. I just thought of Shuhuai's feelings for you. Everything he did for you was worth it."

These words hit Song Weiwei's heart like a sap, her hands flinched, avoiding Mrs. Han's earnest gaze, "Auntie, I just experienced the pain of losing my husband, I'm afraid..."

"My aunt understands, and my aunt doesn't force you, but to forget a pain, you need to start another close relationship. If you want to come out, I hope that the first choice in your heart is Shu Huai. He really likes you .” Mrs. Han said.

Song Weiwei was very embarrassed, and it was difficult to explain clearly to Mrs. Han. She silently looked at Han Shuhuai on the hospital bed. At this moment, Han Shuhuai opened his eyes.

When he saw Song Weiwei standing by the bed, his eyes lit up a lot, "Song Song, you're here."

Seeing him struggling to get up, Song Weiwei hurried over to hold his shoulder, "Don't move around, you still have a fever."

Han Shuhuai shook his head, "I'm not in the way, you help me to sit up, I've been sleeping for almost a day, my bones are all loose."

Song Weiwei had no choice but to help him up, and put two pillows behind him to make him more comfortable. She looked at his expression, "Is it better now?"

"Well, I got a fever, and I feel a lot lighter. I'm sorry, I made you worry."

Song Weiwei sat down on the chair beside the bed, looked at Han Shuhuai's pale but still handsome face, and said, "It's just as long as you get better, it's because of me that you got sick."

"Don't think so, Song Song, it's because of my poor health." Han Shuhuai said in shame, he really didn't want to get sick and have a fever, and being so vulnerable in front of Song Weiwei, how could she trust herself to him?

Song Weiwei smiled, "Are you hungry? Aunt Rong made porridge and her best appetizers. Do you want to try it?"

Han Shuhuai glanced at the bedside table. When he saw the thermos bucket and the bouquet of flowers, his eyes lit up. "You buy me flowers. I like roses very much."

"Well, my mother said that patients would be very happy when they see flowers, and it is true." She said, and got up to set up the small table on the bed. I saw yellow roses in the store, the flower language is lost love, and of course it means apologizing."

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became weird, and all three of them looked at Song Chenchen, who smiled harmlessly, "That's what the language of flowers says, I don't mean anything else."

It's fine if he doesn't explain, but when he explains it, everyone can't help but think in a wrong way, especially Mrs. Han, she looks at Song Chenchen like this child is a shit stick.

This good atmosphere was ruined by his words.

Song Weiwei only knew that Huang Meigui's flower language was an apology, but she didn't know that there was a meaning of lost love. She looked at Han Shuhuai, and Han Shuhuai's expression was also a little stiff.

He forced a smile, "Song Song, you don't have to feel sorry for me, I did everything willingly."

"Han... Shuhuai, I... I'm sorry." Song Weiwei didn't want to come to see a patient and make the patient feel more uncomfortable. "You should eat something first. Aunt Rong's porridge is delicious."

"Ah."

Seeing that she deliberately uncovered this, Han Shuhuai naturally couldn't hold on to it, making the atmosphere even more awkward. He watched Song Weiwei carry the thermos bucket, opened the lid, and a scent of food wafted out.

He took a deep breath, "I didn't feel very hungry at first, but now I smell the porridge, and I realize that I am so hungry that my chest sticks to my back."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Then eat more."

She put out the porridge and side dishes, and set up a small table. Han Shuhuai picked up the porridge and ate it slowly. The porridge was very fragrant and soft, but he couldn't swallow it.

He glanced at the bouquet of yellow roses intentionally or unintentionally, and it seemed that something was blocked in his throat, which made him choke uncomfortably.

He knew in his heart that Song Weiwei was still estranged from him so far, but he believed in himself, as long as he didn't give up, he would be able to impress her one day.

Watching Han Shuhuai finish eating, Song Weiwei packed up the thermos, and when the nurse came in and pulled out the infusion tube for Han Shuhuai, she said, "Chenchen has to go to the Children's Palace in the afternoon, so we'll leave first."

Mrs. Han wanted her to stay here with Han Shuhuai more and deepen the relationship between the two, but when she saw Song Chenchen who was like a little devil, she swallowed her words again.

Han Shuhuai said: "Song Song, don't come here if you're busy. I'll leave the hospital when my fever subsides."

Song Weiwei said, "Okay."

Han Shuhuai: "..."

He's just being polite, isn't she even willing to be polite to him?Seeing Song Weiwei leaving the ward holding Song Chenchen's hand without looking back, he felt inexplicably sad.

Mrs. Han sent the mother and child into the elevator. When she returned to the ward, she saw Han Shuhuai looking at the door of the ward with a sense of loss. She quickly walked to his side, "If it weren't for the strong assets behind Song Song, I couldn't stand that bear for a day." Listen to what he said, boy?"

"Mom!" Han Shuhuai frowned, "I said before that I like Song Song, and it has nothing to do with how much money she has."

"Of course you're fine, but the Han family is. Shuhuai, please don't be so in love with me. Now the Han family has no place in Jiangcheng. If it weren't for the Song family, it would be very difficult for us to gain a foothold here." Han said Mrs.

The reason why the Han family decided to return to Jiangcheng was not because Mr. Han wanted to return to their roots. In the final analysis, it was because the Han family had already begun to decline abroad. If they did not find new ways, the Han family would eventually go bankrupt.

It would be better to use the name of returning to China to serve the motherland, and gain a good reputation with the government. They will relax very lenient regulations on returning companies, and even help returning companies gain a firm foothold.

But their funds are frozen, even if the higher ups want to support them, they still need to be able to get the money out.If you can't get the money out, those are all empty promises that cannot be cashed.

And Han Shuhuai knew how to think about her feelings all day long, and she didn't care about the survival of the family at all, which made her very anxious.

Han Shuhuai frowned, "Mom, we don't need to rely on the Song family or Bailaimei Group. I have been contacting my classmates recently. Don't worry, I will definitely support the Han family."

"It's up to you?" Mrs. Han didn't look down on her son, but she felt that there was a shortcut and he wanted to be brave. When he married Song Weiwei in the future, wouldn't Song Weiwei's be his?
Han Shuhuai's face darkened, "Stop talking, I'm still sick, do you really want to make me feel bad?"

Mrs. Han has been very angry since she got angry just now. She said: "You are uncomfortable. Just now that brat said something to apologize, so you are not uncomfortable? I think you are really going to piss me off. At first I thought Song Chenchen was very good Sent it away, only now did I realize that the child is clever, and the insinuation in one sentence not only expresses Song Song's longing for her deceased husband, but also rejects your love for her, a pun is really a good trick."

The more Mrs. Han thought about it, the angrier she became, "I think their mother and son are here to sing the song. If it weren't for the huge assets behind her, I really don't approve of you marrying her."

Han Shuhuai's face became more and more ugly, he frowned and said, "Is it your turn to approve or not, Song Song may not let me chase her, so just say a few words, don't bother me here."

Mrs. Han saw her son's impatient face, and knew that what she said just now had touched a sore spot in his heart. She gritted her teeth, and quietly closed her mouth without saying anything.

Song Weiwei took Song Chenchen out of the hospital, she looked down at Song Chenchen, "Chenchen, did you really see the flower language of yellow roses in the flower shop just now?"

"Ang," Song Chenchen thought of the mother and son's expressions just now, and was satisfied at the moment. He didn't hate Uncle Han, but he hated Grandma Han. Grandma Han seemed to like him, but in fact, every time she looked at him, she seemed to be a drag .

If his mother marries Uncle Han in the future, they will definitely abuse him, so he doesn't want his mother to be nice to Uncle Han.

Song Weiwei walked into the flower shop slowly, and asked the little girl to wrap another bouquet of yellow roses for her. She hugged the bouquet of roses exuding a faint fragrance, and felt uncontrollably uncomfortable again.

Love that has passed away, what a sad flower.

*
Song Yuheng has been busy in the hospital recently. He has a lot of work in his hands, and he keeps himself very busy every day. Occasionally, when he has free time, he also changes positions with the doctor on duty.

Everyone joked that Dr. Song has become a desperate Saburo. Is this to save enough to meet his girlfriend's parents during the Chinese New Year holiday?
Only Song Yuheng knew that he was very lonely and anxious. Since Li Baihan's accident, he had less and less contact with Li Qingcheng. He used to send text messages every day. Even if Li Qingcheng saw a beautiful leaf on the side of the road, he would take a photo for him. He said a lot of nonsense.

But now, his cell phone seldom rings, even if he occasionally hears a message notification, it's either a spam message or a weather forecast.

"Ding dong", his cell phone rang again.

In the past, whenever he heard the phone ring, he would immediately open it to check the news, and then open it with excitement every time, and then close it with disappointment. Gradually, he has become very numb.

He didn't pick up his phone because he knew that the person who greeted him with three meals a day would never send him a message again. He lowered his head and filled out the case form.

After a while, a nurse knocked on the door, "Doctor Song, are you still on duty tonight?"

Song Yuheng glanced at the timetable, he shook his head, "Not on duty tonight."

"The patient in bed 718 will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and she wants to ask you to go over and help her take another look."

Song Yuheng put down the pen, "Okay, I'll go there now."

After going to the ward to communicate with the patient, it was already dark outside the window. He went back to the office and finished noting the case. Then he changed into a black coat, tied a scarf, and put on gloves to go out.

The winter in Jiangcheng was extremely cold this year. When he walked out of the hospital building, he faced a gust of cool wind. He shrank his face into the scarf and was about to walk to the parking lot when he saw a tall and straight figure standing under the street lamp. .

He focused his eyes slightly, the man leaned loosely against the streetlight at first, probably seeing him notice that side, the man slowly stood up straight, then raised his hand and waved at him, "Doctor Song, what a coincidence .”

Song Yuheng didn't know whether it was because of the strong wind or sand in his eyes, his eyes blurred for a while, he blinked, but he didn't walk towards that person, but turned around and walked towards the parking lot.

At first he walked very slowly, but gradually he picked up his pace, and finally almost started to run.

Li Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Yuheng to react like this when he saw him, but when he realized it, his body already had self-awareness, and he subconsciously chased after him.

But the person in front ran faster and faster, and the distance between the two gradually opened up. Li Qingcheng immediately ran wildly. He must not just watch Song Yuheng disappear in front of his eyes like this.