He was panting in his ear

"You fool, you are out of breath

"I don't take good care of the important things. Next time I really No one will come back for you. "

Hard to finish this sentence, and then no longer conscious.

His world, finally buried in a dark.

*

Song Nanye wakes up again and sees a vast expanse of white.

Transparent white walls and white sheets, he was wearing loose blue hospital clothes, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant water, very heavy.

An unpleasant smell.

He moved his body and found that there was a drop on his arm. He was about to pull it out and the door opened.

"Don't move!"

Song Yikai came over with a bowl of rice porridge in his hand and put it on the table.

"You boy, I owe your family my last life! Fight with others and concussion. Do you know how many days of your brother's salary your hospitalization fee is? "

“……”

Song Nanye didn't pay attention to him, but still wanted to pull out a few drops.

"Don't move! Are you deaf! "

Song Yikai raised his fist and began to fight against song Nanye's head.

Subconsciously want to give him a punch, but see his head wrapped in a circle of thick gauze, and finally helplessly sighed, put his hands down.

"You still have a fever, so you just need to take a few drops. After you finish this bottle, you don't have to."

"I don't like hospitals!" He didn't shout.

"Then don't fight! That way you won't go to the hospital! "

“…… Cut! "

Song Nanye snorted and turned his face. His face was stiff, but he didn't pull out the needle tube on his arm.

It's quiet in the room.

Quiet to song Yikai and look at the scar on the young man's face, a burst of heartache.

"Will you call it your ancestor? What do I have to say to change it? Let you stop fighting and study hard. Why don't you listen! Whose children make such a fuss with you? You say that I am a father and a mother to serve you, am I easy! "

“……”

Song Nanye still didn't speak, a face, rigid.

The door of the ward opened again. The boy in the milk white sweater is delicate, with big eyes, white skin and clean temperament.

Song Yikai looks at Jiang Beize and suspects that he is a girl more than once.

But he saw jiangbeize go to the men's room.

I even peed with him in the men's room.

So he believed.

There is a kind of boy in the world. He is clean like a girl, even more coquettish than a girl.

"Here comes Beize!"

Song Yikai immediately put on a sunny smile on his face.

Seeing this, Nanye of Song Dynasty snorted, "hypocrisy."

"What do you say?!"

"Well, assistant song, don't scold him. Let song Nanye have a good rest here!"

"Well, you can help me persuade him not to fight every day!"

Song Yikai was busy in the company. When he received jiangbeize's phone call, he heard jiangbeize crying at the end of the phone, saying that song Nanye had entered the operating room and was covered with blood.

Without saying anything, he pushed all the work to come here. Fortunately, the doctor said that it was delivered in time. He had concussion and broke two ribs. The rest of them were skin injuries. They didn't hurt the internal organs. He could leave the hospital after a few days' rest.

Song Yikai is relieved.

"Well, don't worry, I will take good care of him! Now my second brother is not in the company, assistant song should hurry back to the company! "