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"No need to bother Auntie." Song Yuhan shook his head, "Wang Ming and the others can arrange it."

Song Zhenghe had a sullen face and interrupted the conversation between the two, "Wang Ming and the others are responsible for everything. Are you serious about marrying a wife just for show?"

It was clear from the conversation that he was quite dissatisfied with Qin Taoyao, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a broom star.

Song Yu's eyes were as cold as frost, "When will you be able to dictate my affairs again?"

"You are my son, is it wrong for me to care about you? I don't know what is good or bad."

Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, Song Zhenghe emphasized the word "son".

"It's not necessary. You should pay more attention to yourself."

Song Yuhan became more and more lazy to give him a good look.

"Okay, I'm not in the mood to meet outsiders. If you don't have any business, go back."

As soon as the word "foreigner" came out of his mouth, Song Zhenghe's face turned so dark that it almost reached the bottom of the pot.

There was still a relative of the Song family who gave in first. After all, they not only had to rely on Song Zhenghe, but also Song Yuhan. He took Song Zhenghe's arm and persuaded him: "Yu Han seems to be in poor spirits right now. Wait until he can cultivate himself." Let’s talk again.”

After much persuasion, the Song family left in despair.

Song Yuhan held his eyebrows and took a long breath, and Xiang Feng said amusedly: "How come the Song family still hasn't made much progress after so many years."

"It's not that there is no progress, it's just that we are testing the bottom line repeatedly."

Song Yuhan sighed lightly.

As long as I see that he is weak, I just want to take advantage of him and seek more rights to speak.

Xiang Feng sighed softly, and his worries disappeared like smoke. Finally, he turned back to business, "I asked the police about the investigation in advance."

Song Yuhan changed to a more comfortable posture and continued to listen.

Xiang Feng then told the girl's situation in detail, "The so-called fan is a minor and stopped going to school early. Then she may be mentally unstable. It can be seen from her comments on social platforms. Qin Taoyao must have been dissatisfied for a long time and has been complaining since you got married, and finally decided to take action."

"After a comprehensive analysis, she can't pay a heavy price, and the compensation will be dealt with normally in accordance with laws and regulations." Xiang Feng paused, "I also heard the police mention that her parents seemed to ask to see you, probably because they wanted to Please beg for mercy."

Of course Song Yuhan will not see him.

He has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and it is not uncommon for him to see crazy fans, and those horrible bastards who do bad things.

only--

The uneasy burning pain on his shoulder kept reminding him how dangerous this thing was to hit. If a full cup was really poured on Qin Taoyao's face...

Song Yuhan couldn't imagine it.

It turned out that there were things in this world that frightened him.

"I understand that she may have mental issues, but I don't want to use my power to put pressure on her. I'll leave it to Uncle Xiang to keep an eye on her."

Xiang Feng nodded, "Yes, you should cultivate yourself well and don't rush for a while."

After chatting for a while, Qin Taoyao came back with the nurse who was doing the pain relief. Xiang Feng stood up and said goodbye, letting Song Yuhan have a good rest.

After taking the painkillers, I still felt much better. The pain changed from severe to vague. Qin Taoyao whispered: "You should sleep for a while. The doctor said that the surgery can be arranged when the basic condition is better."

songs A few degrees.

In fact, he didn't sleep peacefully, as the effects of painkillers were not permanent. He vaguely felt like he was being roasted on a fire rack, and the sheets under him were soaked with sweat.

Qin Taoyao went to ask the doctor when Song Yu started to have a fever. The doctor comforted her, "Burns are equivalent to inflammation. Fever is very common. As long as it is not too high, there is no need for special treatment or use of ice packs or other compresses." .”

Qin Taoyao sat beside the hospital bed and stayed there from afternoon until midnight, changing ice packs and wiping the sweat from Song Yuhan's fingers with a towel.

The man would open his eyes from time to time, feeling that the world was spinning, but the touch on his fingertips was gentle and reassuring.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when the body temperature had completely calmed down. Song Yuhan covered his painful forehead and slowly sat up while holding on to the guardrail.

"Mr. Song, be careful of your wounds."

The one who came over in response was Wang Ming.

Song Yuhan looked around for a moment, "...where is she?"

Weren't we all still here just now?

Wang Ming pursed his lips and smiled helplessly, "My wife really couldn't hold it any longer, so she asked me to take over for a while while she went downstairs to find something to eat."

At this point, the only ones open outside are probably convenience stores.

Song Yuhan frowned, "She didn't care about anything for most of the day, right?"

Wang Ming and Lan Yu were also helpless. They never thought that Qin Taoyao could be so stubborn. "My wife said that we don't need to intervene. She has been guarding you personally. No matter how hard she tries to persuade her, there is nothing she can do."

Song Yuhan didn't know what to say for a moment, "... Here's your cell phone, bring it and I'll give her a call."

In the only convenience store still open around the hospital, Qin Taoyao was sitting on a chair eating rice balls.

Pu Jiajia on the other end of the phone didn't sleep either. He sent her videos and crying emoticons, "Sister Taoyao, if you're not here, Guoguo is almost killing me. He keeps making trouble."

"Thank you for your hard work, Jiajia."

Qin Taoyao was a little embarrassed, "You can take Guoguo to the hospital tomorrow."

The dialog box showed "the other party is typing", and a call request suddenly popped up, occupying all the woman's attention.

The caller ID was "Song Yuhan".

Qin Taoyao picked up the answer, "Hey, are you awake? I'm eating out...any shop...I don't need Wang Ming to pick me up..."

She ran away from the brightly lit convenience store. Apart from the dim street lights, there was basically no one on the road outside.

When she arrived at the hospital ward, Qin Taoyao was still sweating. She turned the door handle panting and said, "I'm back...I'm sorry to bother you, Wang Ming."

Wang Ming couldn't help but said: "Madam, why don't you go home and rest tonight, and I'll keep watch here."

"No need." Qin Taoyao waved her hand, "It's not like the hospital doesn't have a nursing bed. It's the same wherever you sleep. You can go back."

The most important thing is that she has to see Song Yuhan with her own eyes before she can feel relieved.

Otherwise, even if I go back to Huaxi tonight, I probably won’t be able to sleep well due to tossing and turning.

Wang Ming could only look at Song Yuhan to see what he meant.

Song Yuhan obviously understood Qin Taoyao's stubbornness better and agreed to Qin Taoyao's stay, but the condition was that she must sleep honestly and not sit on the edge of the bed.

After Wang Ming left, the lights in the ward were turned off.

The two people's breathing rose and fell in the room, and their thoughts were on their own.