Chapter 410： Delicate and weak

Chapter 410 is delicate and weak

hospital.

The man wore loose casual clothes, squinted and leaned in a wheelchair.

The fingertips hanging under the armrest are holding a piece of paper, and the font on the head is flying and phoenix.

It has never been his style.

"you are welcome……"

Song Wenchuan whispered, he sat in the afternoon until the evening, and the dusk fell.

Outside the window is a small garden, the winter scenery is bleak, and the bare trees are only the branches. Under the small street lamp, the family members are walking with the patient.

Everyone’s life is proceeding in an orderly manner, but he is the only one--

It seems that something went wrong.

It was like when he was recovering, which part of his brain was not aligned, causing his life to seem to be running farther and farther in an unknown direction.

Soon, Song Wenchuan couldn't catch up.

Outside the inpatient department, two people who didn't deal with each other met on a narrow road.

Song Jingwan got off the car, she smiled and raised her eyes, "Go up together?"

"Okay."

Song Yaoya put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and walked towards the elevator unhurriedly.

Song Jingwan was sitting in a wheelchair, not slow.

The two entered the elevator at the same time.

Press the floor and the elevator starts to rise.

The narrow and closed space gives people a sense of suffocation.

Song Jingwan asked: "I heard that Class 3 also prepared a drama performance?"

"and so?"

Song Yaoyao's gaze fell on the beating word count, without even drooping his eyelids.

"Class I is also prepared, I should have been the leading role," she aspires to be the protagonist, eager to be the focus of the crowd.

But Song Yaoyao made her need to live like a trash for at least three months.

"All thanks to you, Song Yaoya." Song Jingwan said coldly.

"Do you believe in retribution? Everything you get now is retribution."

If Song Jingwan didn't think badly and pushed the original Song Yao into the swimming pool, it caused the death of the original body. So now, she is still the Song family eldest who is high above the stars and the moon, and the original body is still the little poor child who is overwhelmed by her brilliance.

So if there is a cause, there is an effect.

She has now, no wonder others.

"Ah……"

Song Jingwan sneered, she didn't have the anger or disguise as a poor victim as before. Just staring at Song Yaoyao in a daze, "I will find out the secrets hidden in you sooner or later, even if I can't participate in the performance? This time, class one will still win, including the final exam results—"

She will go all out.

To fight for everything that was taken away by Song Yaoyao.

"Then you come on~"

Song Yaoya narrowed his smile, his lips curled up, dismissive of it.

When the elevator door opened, Song Yaoyao didn't even catch Song Jingwan's eyes for half a minute, and went straight out.

At the same time, inside the ward.

Song Wenchuan finally made up his mind, and he made a call.

"It's me, I remember you said that there is a very good friend abroad who is good at hypnosis, right?"

"Well, it is not convenient for me to walk around now. If I can, please help me invite him over."

"Okay, see you in a few days—"

As soon as he cut off the call, Song Yaoya walked in from outside.

"My family has grown up and I know that I care about my brother." Song Wenchuan felt sweet in his heart, and he curled his lips. "But it's cold. You don't have to run to the hospital every day. It's not a good place."

Some people say that the hospital is the place with the most germs in the world.

His little girl is delicate and delicate, and Song Wenchuan doesn't want her to suffer this grievance every day.

(End of this chapter)