After entering, Min Peipei first surveyed the entire ward once, and then let out a long sigh of surprise, "Wa — —"

He knew Min Pei was never serious. Song Jia Yin hadn't fully recovered yet, so she could only sit on the bed for the time being. "Let's go.

She snappily glanced at Min Peipei: "What's wrong? What are you doing? "

"I was surprised that your ward was so luxurious!" Min Peipei gasped in surprise as she looked at the room.

The average ward was only slightly spacious, but Song Jiayin's ward was shocking to her. The room was decorated with a beige background color. Not only was there the sofa, there was also a small bookshelf and a small coffee table specially used for receiving guests.

At first glance, it didn't look like a ward, but rather somewhat similar to a hotel.

Min Peipei suddenly jumped in front of Song Jiayin, pouted and said unhappily: "Quickly tell me, have you contracted some sort of terminal illness? How can you bear to stay in such a good ward?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Jiayin hurriedly interrupted her words, afraid that she would say something unlucky.

But hearing Min Peipei's description, Song Jiayin couldn't help but start to carefully size up this unique room. She had almost never been to a VIP ward in a major hospital like this, so she didn't think there was anything special about this place.

She murmured, "Is it very expensive here?"

"Of course!" Min Peipei blurted out, and then, she recalled that Song Jiayin, who was sick, actually did not even bother to tell her about it. She could not help but complain: "Why did you not tell me about what happened? Do you know how worried I am for you? "

Song Jiayin stuck out her tongue, and made an apologetic gesture: "I'm sorry, it happened so suddenly. "By the way, how did you know I was here?"

At the mention of this, Min Peipei rolled his eyes at her, "Isn't it because you didn't come to school today? I felt that it was a little strange, you aren't a person who would skip class for no reason at all, so I called you."

"And then?" Song Jiayin seemed to have told her just now that Min Peipei and Lu Junyan had called her while she was sleeping.

"Then it was Gong Yichen who answered the call. Hey, quickly tell me, how's the progress between you and him?" After saying this, Min Peipei began to gossip.

Back then, when Song Jiayin and Wu Zihao were together, as her best friend, she had strongly rejected him.

Wu Zihao was renowned throughout the school for his flowery heart and air conditioning. He attracted Song Jiayin's attention just by his beautiful face.

But unexpectedly, Song Jiayin was still together with Wu Zihao no matter how much she tried to dissuade or dissuade her, and they had actually been together for three years.

Now that Song Jiayin and Gong Yichen had gotten their marriage certificate by mistake, Min Peipei actually felt that she, her master, was not bad. She was so handsome!

Min Peipei cleared her throat, quietly went close to Song Jiayin's ear and mysteriously whispered: "I say, you and Gong Yichen seem to be quite compatible with each other."

"What did you say?" Song Jiayin almost puked out salt water as she stared at her in surprise.

"Aiya, don't be so excited. Look at Gong Yichen, he's not good at all. He's tall, handsome, and rich, he's practically the perfect boyfriend. Why don't you just watch with him everywhere?" Min Peipei still refused to give up and advised her.

Song Jiayin fell into silence this time.

From the bottom of her heart, she was still not very happy to be married to Gong Yichen. Marrying was a huge matter in life, and she had to spend her life with an unfamiliar man? This is ridiculous.

It was just that she couldn't explain to Min Peipei that she and Gong Yichen had already signed a marriage contract of five million for one year.

Who knew what Min Peipei would think of herself if she knew.