Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan didn't ask any more, thinking that after Aunt Laihan wakes up, many things will come to light.

"Let's go, I want to see Song Ziming." Su Xiangwan whispered.

Mu Beiting nodded slightly, and the group left Han Mu's ward.

Han Che sent her to the door, until Su Xiangwan's wheelchair walked far in the corridor, Han Che couldn't help but said, "Late night."

Su Xiangwan stopped and turned around slowly.

"I'm sorry." Han Che said in a deep voice, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

Su Xiangwan smiled at him: "You didn't do anything wrong, take good care of Aunt Han."

Mu Beiting took a deep look at Han Che and pushed Su Xiangwan away.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly.

She knew that if Han Che was secretly involved in a broken bone in a car accident, but this time, he really did nothing wrong.

Not long after, the group walked outside the intensive care unit.

Looking at Song Ziming on the hospital bed, Su Xiangwan was a little puzzled: "This is...?"

"Well, that beam is not light, he is not out of danger."

The man in the intensive care unit was filled with tubes and his face was pale.

Su Xiangwan was in a daze.

He...he is not out of danger yet?

Such Song Ziming... is a look she has never seen before, pale and embarrassed, and a little stranger compared to the man full of calculations.

Thinking of the scene where he pushed her away without hesitation, Su Xiangwan's eyes turned red.

why?

Why would he give his life to save her?

What is more important to him in this world than himself?

Su Xiangwan stared at him blankly. He didn't understand why his attitudes would be completely different between two lives.

Rong Chen put one hand on the back of the wheelchair, stood beside Su Xiangwan, and his eyes fell on Song Ziming, who was on the hospital bed. He hesitated for a moment, and still said warmly: "He kept calling your name when he was unconscious.

Su Xiangwan looked at him in surprise, and Rong Chen nodded at her.

Su Xiangwan retracted his gaze and looked at Song Ziming in loss.

Mu Beiting lowered his head slightly and saw that she had been staring at the man in the intensive care unit, his big hand curled up slightly, his eyes drooping to cover the depth of his eyes.

After a long time, Su Xiangwan spoke softly: "When will he wake up?"

"Wake up within 24 hours and you will be out of danger."

Su Xiangwan nodded, closed his eyes, and scenes from his previous life could not help appearing before him.

At this moment, Song Ziming, who was unconscious, seemed to have entered another world.

In this world, he and Mu Beiting have nothing to do with each other.

But he has a nominal wife named Su Xiangwan.

In order to fight for the inheritance of the Song family, he married the daughter of the grandfather's lifesaver.

It's a pity that this woman is a little too stupid.

Being framed time and time again, his reputation is getting worse and worse.

She liked to pester him very much at first, and he would coax her too.

Later, she gradually got used to his indifference and no longer pestered him so much, but she never blamed him.

"Song Ziming, those people scolded me again on the Internet, I opened a trumpet and went back, so I can relieve my anger!"

"Does this director have eye problems? My acting skills are so good that he asked me to be a vase?"

"Ziming, today is your sixth birthday after we are together. You probably won't be back. I gave the present to your assistant. I hope you will be happy when you see it."

"They said you were with Li Qingqing, but I don't believe it. You said you want me to believe you."

"I was thrown an egg today, I was a little wronged and wanted to cry. I called you but you didn't answer it."