President Song has a way of chasing his wife

Chapter 112

Bing Yueyu was the only one among so many people.

For such a special treatment, Mr. Song's meaning could not be more obvious.

Bingyue couldn't hide the joy on her face, hurriedly straightened her clothes, and walked into the ward.

Seeing that the door of the ward was closed again, Su Minhui's face was very ugly, she didn't say anything but shook Bai Xiao's hand comfortingly.

Sensing Su Minhui's uneasiness, Bai Xiao looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong, Auntie?"

Su Minhui frowned slightly: "The old man has some friendship with Bing Yueyu's grandfather, I'm afraid that the old man will favor that girl of the Bing family in the marriage of Qingyan."

Xu was afraid that Bai Xiao would be sad, so he hurriedly added after finishing speaking: "But don't worry, the old man loves Qingyan the most, and he will definitely respect Qingyan's choice."

"En." Bai Xiao nodded.

At this time, she can't do anything, just resign to fate.

Su Minhui moved closer to Song Xueyou, looked up at him, and said in a low voice, "What should I do, my husband? The old man called Bing Yueyu in alone."

Song Xueyou didn't panic at all, his eyes were unclear, and with a slight smile on his lips, he put his arms around Su Minhui's shoulders: "Don't worry, the old man has his own measure."

In the ward.

Song Yan still had no expression on his face, but his aura was slightly relaxed compared to before, and he pointed to the stool beside him: "Sit down, sit down and talk."

Bing Yueyu sat down obediently.

As soon as she sat down, Song Yan's voice sounded faintly: "I heard from your grandfather that you want to be the daughter-in-law of our Song family?"

Bing Yueyu didn't expect Mr. Song to be so direct.

The eyes were already too excited, but there was a look of embarrassment on the face: "Grandpa, I also grew up with brother Qingyan, and I believe that I can be a good wife and take good care of him."

There is just the right smile on the corner of his mouth when he speaks.

Song Yan sighed lightly, and then smiled gratifiedly: "Xiaoyan is like this, you are still willing to marry him, what a good boy."

These words successfully caught Bing Yueyu by surprise.

Bing Yueyu glanced at Song Qingyan on the hospital bed, and then looked at Mr. Song puzzled: "Grandpa, what do you mean by that, Brother Qingyan... isn't he out of danger?"

Song Yan nodded, but her brows were tightly furrowed, her face was a little sad, and she said slowly: "I asked the doctor just now, Xiaoyan was seriously injured this time, although his life was saved, can you It's hard to say when I wake up, even if I wake up, I will definitely spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

He patted his legs emphatically, and sighed, "A pair of legs just disappeared."

Bingyue felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles, and the previous joy was no longer present on her face. She did not realize that Song Qingyan was injured so seriously this time.

Unexpectedly, he became disabled directly. Thinking of Song Qingyan sitting in a wheelchair, Bing Yueyu was in a bad mood.

The old man of the Song family's voice continued.

"Don't worry too much. Now that the technology is so advanced, Xiaoyan can be fitted with prosthetics. He won't have to go to the company anymore. Take good care of him at home."

Watching Bing Yueyu's complexion sink little by little, Song Yan's eyes were filled with coldness and a smile, and she continued: "I'll find a time to discuss the marriage with your grandfather, and pick a good day to get the wedding done as soon as possible. In the end, you will be the young mistress of the Song family."

Hearing this, Bing Yueyu couldn't sit still anymore, stood up suddenly, and forced a smile: "Grandpa, is this too hasty, I still want to wait for Brother Qingyan to wake up and listen to his opinion. "

(End of this chapter)