[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

After saying this, Si Xingran quickly turned around and went back to the bathroom, not forgetting to add, "Hurry up and take the quilt back to the room, and we'll sleep together."

Looking at the thin quilt in his hand, Song Cian folded it together and carried it back to the room. He took a pillow from the cabinet and placed it on the bedside.

Lying on the same bed as the person he had just confirmed his relationship with, Si Xingran's hands and feet were a little unnaturally stiff, and his whole body was as straight as lying on a board. His hands and feet did not dare to take a step beyond the bounds.

Song Cian looked at Si Xingran who was pretending to be calm, shook his head and chuckled, "What's wrong, you're not used to it?"

"No." Si Xingran leaned on the pillow and shook his head, "It just feels magical."

Si Xingran rolled around and leaned next to Song Ci'an, "I can't believe you are mine now."

Song Cian chuckled, "Then what do you need to do to believe it?"

Si Xingran rested his arms on the bed, raised his head and kissed Song Cian gently on the corner of his mouth, "I'll believe it now."

A soft kiss fell on the corner of the mouth, and Song Cian reached out to touch the soft top of Si Xingran's hair.

"Go to bed early." Song Ci tucked the corner of Ye Si Xingran's quilt, "It's getting late, you didn't get much rest today."

Si Xingran shook his head, "What time will you get up to go to the hospital tomorrow? I have to get up early to buy some gifts for my uncle."

"Eight o'clock." Song Ci'an said.

Si Xingran thought about it and realized that the time was quite ample.

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Si Xingran hugged the sunflower bouquet in his hand tightly, his fingers tightened unconsciously, and his pace slowed down.

"What's wrong?" Song Ci'an noticed something was wrong with Si Xingran, and slowed down to synchronize with Si Xingran.

"I, I'm a little nervous." Si Xingran turned his head.

The hospital corridors were relatively empty, with the occasional doctor and nurse passing by.

Song's father's injury required rest and he was not suitable to stay in the ordinary ward. After discussion, the family was transferred to the VIP ward.

"Did I come too suddenly?" Si Xingran asked.

"No, don't worry." Song Cian took the gift from Si Xingran and held it in the other hand.

The free hand held Si Xingran's hand that was slightly cold due to nervousness, "I told my mother last night, don't worry."

Si Xingran breathed a sigh of relief, but his whole body was still tense.

Song Cian pinched Si Xingran's fingertips and told him not to worry, just relax and be fine.

The door to the ward is ajar, and you can see by pushing it open.

The two of them stood in front of the door, and there was a vague conversation inside.

Song Cian knocked on the door and then pushed it open, "Dad, Mom."

"Hey, Xiao An is here." Song's mother walked over quickly, but when she walked around the corner, she saw Si Xingran standing next to Song Ci'an, and her face was suddenly filled with doubts.

"What is this?" Mother Song looked at Si Xingran, her tone hesitant.

"Hello, aunt, my name is Si Xingran, I am Ci'an's classmate." Si Xingran said with a smile, "I heard something happened to my uncle, so I wanted to come and have a look." Song Ci'an put the gift in his hand on the cabinet on the left side of the door. superior.

Si Xingran? Mother Song looked at the two of them and said in a gentle voice, "Oh, classmate Xiao Si is so uninvited. He comes as soon as he comes. Why don't he bring any gifts?"

Si Xingran smiled and said yes, "By the way, I also brought flowers for uncle." Then he handed the bouquet of sunflowers in his arms to Song's mother, "I hope uncle will recover soon."

Song's mother held Si Xingran's hand and sat down earnestly. She placed the bouquet on Song's father's bedside table, adding a touch of bright color and a touch of life to the pale ward.

"You kid, you are really thoughtful." Mother Song held Si Xingran's hand, patted it with a smile.

Song Ci'an placed the thermos box in his hand on the table set up by the hospital bed. This was a hospital breakfast specially bought for Song's father.

Father Song coughed dryly and slowly sat up with Song Ci'an's help. After a month of careful care, Song's father was able to eat by himself.

Si Xingran said hello to Song's father obediently. Song's father still had a gloomy face and just nodded slightly.

Song's mother coughed when she saw this, and her expression instantly dropped when she looked at Song's father.

The spoon in his hand was unstable and the porridge spilled on the table. Although Father Song was unwilling, he still managed to smile and nodded to Si Xingran.

Song's mother sighed, she knew that Song's father was a tough person. Song Ci'an left home for many years after the cross-dressing incident. If he hadn't been in a car accident this time, he wouldn't have known when he would return home.

The two had a tough attitude back then, which not only hurt their children, but also hurt themselves.

Song Ci'an has not returned home for so many years, and the old couple has long regretted it. However, the deep-rooted patriarchal mentality made Song's father unable to lower his head to contact Song Cian.

Even though Song Cian took the initiative to go home after the car accident and fulfilled his filial piety in front of the bed, Song's father still had a bad look on his face.

Even Song Cian's little boyfriend didn't have a good look on his face.

Mother Song knew that this damn old man just couldn't help but feel ashamed, but in fact, she had already regretted it to death.

Seeing that Song's father's expression improved, Song's mother turned to Si Xingran and smiled tenderly, "How about Auntie calling you Xiaoran?"

"Of course." Si Xingran followed Mother Song's strength and sat on the sofa next to her.

"Xiaoran, how does our Xiaoan treat you?" Mother Song asked. Father Song, who was drinking porridge in the hospital bed, also raised his ears.

"It's good, Auntie." Si Xingran smiled a little reluctantly. He didn't know why Song's mother asked this. Could it be that she doubted the relationship between the two?

But the two had just established their relationship, how could Mother Song know about it.

"That's good." Mother Song said happily.

Si Xingran still looked puzzled.

Song Ci'an came to the hospital to take over Song's mother's shift. Song's mother went home to rest after breakfast.

Song's father had fallen asleep while receiving an intravenous drip. "Are you going to take a rest?" Song Cian asked with concern, looking at Si Xingran's sleepy look.

"No, I'll accompany you." Si Xingran shook his head.

Seeing Song's father sleeping, the original doubts came to his mind. Si Xingran suddenly woke up and asked, "Does your mother know about our relationship?"

Si Xingran's tone was a little worried, "I always feel like she noticed something."

Song Cian put the medicine bottle in his hand on the table, "Well, I told my mother."

His voice was calm, not caring about Si Xingran who was shocked by the thunder beside him.

Si Xingran looked shocked, but worried about Father Song who was sleeping next to him, he could only lower his voice, "You said that aunt knows about our relationship? Then uncle must know too!"

No wonder, no wonder!

Si Xingran's face became hot when he remembered that he had just introduced himself as Song Cian's classmate when he entered the door.

Dare you know this already? ? ! !

Song Ci'an shook her head, "My mother only knows that I like you, but judging from what happened later, she should have guessed that we are together."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Si Xingran's tone was a little aggrieved, "I even told Auntie that we were classmates."

The long separation made Song's mother think about many things. Unlike her objection to her son's preference for women's clothing at the time, she easily accepted her son's preference for a boy.