Mrs. Lu picked it up

Song Li's brain is very confused.

During the inspection, Song Li always felt that Nan Huai was more nervous than her.

Fortunately, the results came out quickly, with a slight concussion.

"Transfer to the general ward, observe for 24 hours, and then you can leave the hospital if there is nothing wrong."

Song Li: "Can I stay out of the hospital?"

The crew of "The Wind Last Night" just started filming, and she has released pigeons several times in a row, Song Li looked at Nan Huai, her watery eyes were full of longing: "Nan Huai, Director Jiang said today that he will be filming my part tomorrow. "

"I've asked for leave enough times without you..."

Nan Huai shook his head, "RL puts the artist's health first. If you take part in the photo shoot with illness, it will not benefit the company's reputation. Take care of your health first. Director Jiang has me."

After the nurse confirmed Song Li's ward, she said in a low voice, "Go forward to the second ward on the west side. The hospital has limited wheelchairs, and the remaining one is broken. Can you go by yourself? If not, I will transfer a movable bed. Come."

Song Li glanced at the ward, there was no more than ten meters away, calling for a bed was a bit exaggerated.

"I can."

"Don't walk too fast, walk slowly."

The nurse ordered.

Song Li leaned on the wall and took a step forward. Due to the sequelae of the concussion, she would feel very nauseous every time she took a step.

"A Chuan, you send Shanshan to the ward, and I will go through the admission procedures."

It was Yu Qing's voice.

Song Li raised her head and met Nan Huai's unnatural gaze. His tall body stood in front of Song Li, as if trying to hide something, but it was too late.

She saw that Lin Shan was still wearing the same red dress, sitting in a wheelchair, with a shy smile on her face, like a young girl in love.

Lin Shan also saw Song Li, the two faced each other, and the air was silent.

Song Li sometimes feels that the world is really too small.

Lin Shan froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to caress Lu Jingchuan's hand pushing the wheelchair away. This movement made the slender white hand and the man's big joints grasp together, which seemed to show off and was full of ambiguity.

As if electrocuted, Lin Shan withdrew her hand abruptly.

"Song Li, Ah Chuan is very worried about you..."

Worried that when the danger happened, he rushed towards Lin Shan immediately, worried that she fell and suffered a concussion, he pushed another woman and stood opposite her, his eyes calm.

Song Li suddenly smiled.

After this battle, she finally understood that Lu Jingchuan really had no place for her in his heart.

She thought his deep love was just her self-indulgence and wishful thinking.

Song Li didn't answer, it was meaningless.

"A Chuan, don't worry about me, go and support Song Li..." Lin Shan pushed Lu Jingchuan.

Lin Cheng is a demigod, the person in charge of the Lu Group, Lu Jingchuan who is worth over [-] billion, the only one who dares to push him like this is probably Lin Shan.

"Need not."

Song Li stood up straight and said with a smile, "In comparison, your body is more important."

Lin Shan panicked, and said in a low voice, "A Chuan and I are just friends, don't get me wrong..."

"I don't care about the relationship between you." Song Li smiled, "We have agreed to a divorce."

The reporter who followed the news rushed to the hospital, and the first sentence he heard was this sentence.

In an instant, several reporters raised their cameras and aimed at Song Li.

Nan Huai wanted her to stop. Public places were full of reporters. She was exposing her scars and destroying her future.

But because of his baseness, he wanted Song Li to finish speaking and tell the whole world that she had nothing to do with Lu Jingchuan.

He no longer cared whether what Song Li said was true or not.

As long as she told him, he would believe it.

Lin Shan narrowed her pupils.

"Lu Jingchuan chose to save you, firstly because you are friends and childhood sweethearts, and secondly because of physical factors."

Lin Shan has a congenital heart disease, and if she falls, she may suffer a cardiac arrest.

"Boss Lu and I basically have nothing to do with each other. We are familiar strangers. If he saves you, neither of us will die. I think his choice is very sensible." Song Li smiled lightly at Lin Shan: " You don't need to apologize, and you don't need to force Mr. Lu to explain to me."

"He has no obligation to save me, and I am not qualified for him to save me personally."

Standing in the center of the spotlight, Song Li didn't have any stage fright, with a faint smile on her face. She had already changed into a hospital gown, which was one size too big, and her frail body was contained inside, empty.

Lu Jingchuan pinched the armrest of the wheelchair, his knuckles turned white.

The feeling that he was about to lose the girl in front of him became stronger, and his chest felt stagnant.

He felt that Song Li was probably crazy. With the divorce breaking out at this time, it was foreseeable that she would become notorious and notorious in the near future.

The reporters swarmed in like a swarm, surrounding Song Li, as well as around him and Lin Shan.

"Mrs. Lu, can you tell me the real reason why you divorced Mr. Lu? Is it because of An Jie?"

"Mr. Lu, what are your plans after the divorce? There are rumors that you and Ms. Lin have been in love for many years. Can I hear any good news from you soon?"

"Miss Song, can you answer directly what happened between you and An Jie in Charm?"

The reporter couldn't stop him at all, the only thing Nan Huai could do was to stand in front of Song Li and prevent others from touching Song Li.

But the surrounding area was blocked, Song Li only felt short of oxygen, and would faint at any time. When breathing became difficult, the bodyguards arrived.

The people brought by Shen Qingci forcefully separated the reporter from Song Li and his party.

He stretched out his iron arm and supported Song Li. The nurse stepped in, her pretty face flushed, "You reporters, do you have professional ethics to surround a concussion patient?"

"Do you want to..."

Song Li just smiled, her eyes were dark and she was on the verge of fainting.

She had to be strong, the situation was too bad for her, she didn't dare to faint, for fear that tomorrow's entertainment headline would be that Song Li was abandoned by Young Master Lu and fainted in the hospital from heartbreak.

Or... more exaggerated.

Nan Huai didn't care too much, bent over and carefully picked up the man, entered the ward, and put him on the bed.

Shen Qingci followed in, Song Li's eyes were already empty, and she began to speak vaguely: "Nan Huai, An Jie..."

The only person who was innocent and deeply implicated in this matter was An Jie.

"I'll help him pick it up."

The temples were moist, Song Li apologized: "I'm sorry."

Shen Qingci was half-dead with anger, "Are you stupid? Lin Shan wishes you could say more in front of the reporters."

"Is it your backbone to hand over your man to others and fall to pieces under the eyes of the public? When can't you make it clear, why do you want to get rid of it at this time?"

Song Li's eyes were hazy.

Shen Qingci doesn't understand.

What a heart-piercing thing it was for her that her redemption was forever lost.

"It's just not entering the entertainment industry. This job is not the only one in the world."