Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Yu Wei came to her senses and asked for a date? Yu Wei couldn't imagine dating Yan Wenzhou, but she agreed anyway.

Since she agreed to start over with him, she knew she should make some efforts.

The car stopped outside the door of the Mid-Level Villa. Yu Wei got out of the car and was a little surprised to see Yan Wenzhou also get out of the car with her, "You want to go in too?"

Yan Wenzhou looked at the villa in front of him with some curiosity, "Are you worried about me or others?"

"What do you have to worry about?"

Yan Wenzhou pinched her cheek, "Besides me, who else here should you worry about?"

"Boring!" Yu Wei slapped his hand away.

Yan Wenzhou asked her in a low voice: "Is it possible that you can see feelings when you treat her?"

Yu Wei said seriously: "Yan Wenzhou, aside from this relationship with you, it's hard for me to hate her. In my eyes, she is not a heinous person, and she is very good to me."

"So you like her?"

"She makes me feel very warm." Yu Wei looked at him, "But I can't say I like her. Yan Wenzhou, I know you don't like me treating her. I will adjust the treatment plan for her and try to minimize follow-up in the future. Her touch.”

"No need." Yan Wenzhou met her gaze, "You can meet her when you should, without thinking about me."

Yu Wei didn't believe it, thinking he was yin and yang, but his tone was different.

"Are you serious?"

"of course it's true."

Doesn't he hate her being in contact with Song Qinghe the most? Suddenly transitioned?

Yu Wei shook her head, walked over, and rang the doorbell. Soon the servant opened the door for her.

Seeing the man behind Yu Wei, the servant was a little surprised and did not dare to let him go.

Yu Wei lowered her voice, "Yan Wenzhou, just send it here. You can leave first."

Yan Wenzhou stopped following her, and when he saw her entering the door, he said to the servant: "I'm looking for Mr. Yan, please tell me something."

When Yu Wei walked into the living room, Yan Tingsong and Song Qinghe had just returned from a walk in the backyard. Song Qinghe saw Yu Wei and smiled softly, "Doctor Yu, you are here."

Yu Wei walked to her side and held her arm.

The servant walked up to Yan Tingsong and whispered a few words to him. Yan Tingsong looked at Yu Wei and said, "Yu Wei, you accompany her upstairs first, and I'll go out for a while."

Yu Wei nodded and helped Song Qinghe to the second floor.

A servant came over and said, "Madam, the wedding dress has been laid out."

Song Qinghe nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Qinghe looked at Yu Wei again, "Doctor Yu, do you want to see my wedding dress?"

Yu Wei remembered that the wedding dress in her drawing was very beautiful, and she was curious about how the finished product would look like, so she nodded.

Two people walked into the guest room.

A pure white wedding dress stood in the middle of the living room, with a huge swallowtail almost covering the entire room. The sunlight fell from the window, making the wedding dress look even more holy.

Yu Wei was amazed. The wedding dress Song Qinghe gave her before was beautiful enough. Although this wedding dress was simple in style, every detail was carefully thought out, exuding a sweet atmosphere.

"Has the wedding date been set?"

"Yes." Song Qinghe coughed, "However, his divorce procedures have not been completed yet. If the wedding can be held smoothly, can I invite you to attend?"

Yu Wei was a little hesitant. Now that she was with Yan Wenzhou, she had to consider his feelings.

Song Qinghe smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry to make things difficult for you."

Song Qinghe coughed a few more times, and Yu Wei helped her smooth her back, then helped her back to the bedroom.

The sun was shining warmly on the bed. Song Qinghe looked out the window and squinted his eyes, "The weather was so good that day when I first met him."

Yu Wei prepares things for acupuncture.

Song Qinghe looked at her with a smile, "I was in a hurry to go to class, and accidentally bumped into him while riding my bicycle and cut his pants. I was in a hurry and wanted to leave his contact information and compensate him later, but he was very disgusted. He gave me a look that told me this approach to conversation was outdated.”

Yu Wei couldn't help but think that if Yan Wenzhou was in this situation, he would probably say this.

"I didn't even see his appearance clearly." Song Qinghe's eyes were full of tenderness as he was caught up in the past. "He refused to give me his contact information, so I had to take out the only thirty yuan in my pocket and give it to him. Guess he say what?"

"Thirty yuan isn't enough to buy his trousers." Song Qinghe smiled, "Isn't it a shame?"

Yu Wei couldn't help but laugh.

"That's my monthly living expenses." Song Qinghe sighed, "Actually, at that time, I should have understood that he and I were not from the same world at all."

Song Qinghe looked at Yu Wei, "Maybe if we hadn't met, our lives would have been better."

"Do you regret it?"

Song Qinghe held her hand and said, "Occasionally I will sigh, but I will not regret it. Sometimes love can be met but not sought."

Yu Wei felt a little ridiculous that she was actually discussing love with a third party.

But she couldn't help but wonder, what kind of love could make her willing to be the third party for so many years?

After treating Song Qinghe, Yu Wei went downstairs.

Yan Tingsong happened to walk into the living room. His face looked a little ugly, and Yu Wei was a little surprised. After all, men of their status mostly kept their emotions and anger in plain sight.

Seeing Yu Wei, Yan Tingsong's expression softened a little, "If the wedding is rescheduled to the second half of the year, will Qing He's body be able to hold on?"

"It is indeed possible under ideal conditions." Yu Wei hesitated, "But her body is too exhausted, and long-term treatment has caused irreversible damage to her gastrointestinal tract. Whether it is dietary supplements or medicinal supplements, the nutrients she can absorb are limited. .”

Hearing this, Yan Tingsong's face darkened a bit.

When Yu Wei left the mid-level villa, Yan Wenzhou had already gone to the company. She hailed a taxi and reported the address of Yu's villa.

Encountering a traffic jam on the road, the driver took a detour. Yu Wei looked out the car window and happened to see the city hospital building.

Yu Wei hesitated and asked the driver to stop the car.

Yu Wei bought a fruit basket outside the hospital and walked downstairs to the inpatient department. She just passed by and took a look to make sure he was okay.

Yu Wei took a deep breath and walked in.

Watching the elevator numbers rising one by one, Yan Wenzhou's resentful eyes flashed through Yu Wei's mind, and she felt a bit guilty in her heart.

"Ding!" The elevator door opened.

Yu Wei hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button on the first floor.

"Vivi?"

Meng Zhiyao's voice sounded, and before Yu Wei could react, she was dragged out of the elevator, "Weiwei, I know you still care about my cousin!"

Meng Zhiyao enthusiastically took the fruit basket from her hand and took her arm by the way, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

"Is he okay?"

"The surgery was performed overnight last night. He is still lying in bed. The doctor said it will take at least three days before he can get out of bed."

Yu Wei didn't expect that he was so seriously ill.

Meng Zhiyao brought her into the ward. Meng Hechuan was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. He was probably still sleeping, with a bloodless face.

Meng Zhiyao said in her ear: "My cousin can't be away from anyone right now. Weiwei, please help me watch for a while while I go downstairs to buy some things."

Before Yu Wei could speak, Meng Zhiyao had already slipped out.

Yu Wei was a little helpless, so she walked to the bed and heard Meng Hechuan's vague voice, "Water."

Yu Wei poured a glass of water, then dipped a cotton swab in food, moistening his dry lips little by little.

Putting the water glass aside, Yu Wei raised her head and met Meng Hechuan's gaze.

"you're awake."

Seeing that Meng Hechuan didn't speak, Yu Wei felt a little embarrassed, "If you don't want to see me, I'll leave when Zhiyao comes back."

Meng Hechuan suddenly raised his hand and touched her cheek.