Chapter 57 what's the use of being shy at this time?
Su Ran was already numb to his question, and she didn't think that he would really come to care about Song Weixi. After all, he could even think of her as a chess piece, so how could he care about the child born from a chess piece?
"Let's go."
"Gone?!" Su Hao looked surprised, "Why so fast? I just heard he was in the hospital. How long had he been gone? I'm going out to look for him."
Su Hao then left the ward and hurried to find Song Tingyu, hoping to find him again.
Because he usually didn't see Song Tingyu, and wanted to go to the Song shi to look for him, he would never give him face, no see, no see, no matter how long he waited outside.
And every time he went over, he would end up in a very awkward situation.
Every time the Song shi employees saw him in the past, although they didn't say anything on the surface, their eyes had already betrayed everything.
After he left, Qiao Qing put the thermos box on the table, poured the soup out of it, put it on a small bowl, and handed it to Song Weixi, "Vichy, be careful. It's hot. Blow and drink."
In fact, Song Weixi still had a knot in his heart about Qiao Qing hitting su ran last time, but when he listened to Su Ran's words, he felt that he was young and didn't understand many things, so he didn't ask qiao qing anything.
"Thank you, grandma."
Qiao Qing touched his little face and smiled, "Good boy."
After that, she looked at Su Ran and pulled her aside to sit down. She glanced at the door and said, "Ran Ran, don't blame your father... He's just like this..."
Su Ran knew that Qiao Qing was talking about Su Hao coming over, but he didn't look at song Vichy.
Su ran brushed the hair on her cheek with her hand, "How can he be worthy of me to blame him?"
Qiao Qing's eyes paused for a moment, "Then will you blame me? Blame me for being so focused on him, blame me..."
Su Ran didn't want to hear her say this. After all these years and so many times, what's the use? What's the use of blaming herself? No matter how many times she had to choose, Su Hao was still the most important person in her heart.
"Mom, stop talking about it. Has he been treating you well lately?"
"Good." Qiao qing nodded. In fact, she had to admit that the reason why she was still with Su Hao was because Su Ran, Su Hao always wanted to benefit from Su Ran, so she always threatened her.
She didn't want Su Ran to be so threatened by him, but she was too weak to leave Su Hao.
"That's good." Isn't that why qiao qing has been looking forward to it all her life? As long as she was happy...
Even though Su Hao couldn't be sincere about her.
Qiao qing looked over to Song Weixi, who was sitting on a small stool with his special bowl in his hand and drinking soup. She sighed, "Vichy is such a good boy."
Su Ran's eyes fell on her son. She nodded and her nose was a little sore, "Mmm."
"So he has to get better..." Qiao Qing turned to look at Su Ran again, "No news about his stomach yet?"
Su Ran sighed helplessly and shook his head, "I just went to the gynecologist's for a checkup. The doctor said that my body hasn't been doing well recently. The pressure is too great, which leads to menstrual disorder and poor nutrition..."
"Then you have to be careful. How can you conceive without a good body?" Qiao Qing said earnestly, "Even if you have a child, it will take so long. You must take good care of yourself. I think you have lost weight recently..."
Thinking of this, Su Ran felt even worse. He had just returned from doctor Xu's place this morning and he had told them about it.
She felt a sharp pain in her brows, probably due to her poor rest recently. She rubbed them with her hands.
Because Song Weixi's condition had gradually improved, Madam song said that he would not let Su Ran stay in the hospital to sleep tonight. There was a nanny at home, and the hospital nurse would be here with Song Weixi.
When he left the ward at night, Su Ran was still very worried and told the nanny and the nurse what he was going to pay attention to over and over again.
Madam song couldn't stand it any longer and held her hand, "Okay, Ran Ran, they know what to do. One is to take care of Vichy from a young age, the other is to be a hospital professional. What are you worried about? You've been in the hospital for so many days. You should go back and have a good rest."
Hearing what song Old Lady said, Su Ran nodded and helped her leave.
On the way back, sitting in the car, Madam song's eyes fell on Su Ran's stomach and whispered, "Ran Ran, how are you doing?"
Su Ran smiled bitterly. Qiao qing had just asked her this question, but now Madam song asked again. She herself felt a little helpless, so she could only shake her head.
Madam song was a little disappointed, but she still held Su Ran's hand, "It's okay. Take your time, but the key is to get well."
"I know, grandma."
Madam song's tone was a little solemn, "Ran Ran, don't blame grandma for asking you this all the time. It's really because of Vichy's illness. I can't wait... Especially after such a big event this time. I'm always very uneasy in my heart. I'm afraid that I'll wake up one day and hear some bad news. What should I do?"
"No, grandma." Su Ran immediately held her hand and said, "Vichy will be fine."
She comforted Madam song like this, but she was actually comforting herself.
Madam song patted the back of her hand, "I know I've wronged you. Trial is not a thing. He's focused on the actor, but I don't know if you can tell that he still cares about you. That day when Vichy was in surgery, you fainted. He was more nervous than anyone else. I've never seen him like this..."
Really? Song Tingyu was nervous about her?
Su ran looked out of the window, unable to find an answer.
Su Ran came back early today. As soon as he got to his room, he went to take a shower. It was only nine o' clock when he came out.
When she finished blowing her hair and sat on the sofa, she glanced around the room, which she hadn't slept in for many days, and Song Tingyu was even more so.
He probably won't be back tonight either.
Su Ran took the phone from the coffee table, pressed a phone number, paused with his long fingers, deleted the number, and threw it back on the coffee table.
What did she call song ting to say to him?
Invite him back so that she can get pregnant as soon as possible?
She took the pillow and lay down on the sofa, her eyes closed feebly, feeling that it was really hard to do something like this without feelings. At least she almost couldn't get over it...