I'm not unlucky at all

Song Xing took the elevator upstairs with the fruit she bought, and when the elevator door opened, Su Xiang Heqing walked into the elevator with a pale face.

030 snorted slightly: "Xiao, isn't this Miss Su?"

Song Xing recognized Su Xianghe, and found that she had a diamond hairpin pinned to her head, and her overall appearance and temperament were quite different from the previous few times.

Su Xianghe was getting angry, she raised her head and gave Song Xing a bad look: "What are you looking at!"

Song Xing frowned, and walked out of the elevator carrying the fruit bag.

The middle-aged nurse just happened to come out of the hot water room with the kettle in her arms. She saw Song Xing from a distance and waved to him.

Song Xing walked over and handed the fruit to the nurse, and reached out to take the heavy kettle: "Let me get it."

The nurse glanced sideways at the closed elevator door, and asked Song Xing as he walked, "Why didn't Xiaolu come yesterday? The patient woke up yesterday. I called you several times but no one answered."

Song Xing was very happy that Suhang woke up, and he was relieved.

Hearing the nurse's question again, he said, "Something happened, and the mobile phone was dropped."

The middle-aged nurse nodded and sighed, "Then you are really unlucky."

The two of them walked to the other side of the ward, and halfway through, the nurse couldn't help gossiping.

"Xiaolu, did you meet a pretty girl at the elevator door just now? It's Xiaosu's younger sister. I don't know if it's a kiss or a cousin. Do you recognize her?"

Song Xing changed the hand holding the thermos, frowned and looked at the nurse: "Sister of Suhang?"

"Yeah, it's my sister's. I don't know why I came to see Suhang. Just now I saw her get into the elevator angrily. Maybe I didn't talk to Suhang?" He talked about Su Xianghe's visit to find someone a few days ago.

She complained a few words to Su Xianghe casually, but Song Xing gradually frowned.

030 was also very surprised: "Wow, in this case, wouldn't Su Hang almost become your boyfriend's uncle?"

Song Xing ignored it.

But the nurse didn't say anything more after saying a few words. She held the fruit bag in one hand, and looked through the bag with the other hand. She touched this apple and pinched that banana. She looked back and forth several times, and said critically: "You The apples I bought are pretty good, but the bananas are too ripe, I'll put them in separate bags for you later, otherwise the bananas won't finish tonight and they will rot."

Song Xing said: "The stall owner sells bananas cheaply, one yuan and fifty one catty."

The nurse asked again: "Where did you buy it?"

"There is a small fruit stand opposite the hospital. The owner of the stall has a mustache and is easy to recognize."

The two entered the ward while they were talking. There was a smell of disinfectant in the ward. The doctor was quietly checking Su Hang's body with his eyes closed.

Song Xing went into the room and put the thermos on the ground, the nurse went to talk to the doctor, Su Hang frowned, but did not open his eyes.

When the doctor said "It's okay, take a good rest" and left the ward, the nurse smiled and said, "Xiao Su, open your eyes and take a look, Lu Yuan is here to see you."

She cleaned up the garbage in the trash can, thinking that the small road would give her a little rest, so she told the two of them, took the garbage out, and then planned to go outside the hospital to see if the fruit stand Song Xing mentioned was still there. If you are not here, buy some food for your children.

Suhang and Song Xing were left in the room.

Suhang opened his eyes, there was still some depression in his eyes, and he looked a little gloomy.

He raised his eyes to look at Song Xing, was stunned for a while, and sat up from the bed with some strength, pretending to smile relaxedly, and said, "Are you here?"

Song Xing walked to his bedside, frowned and looked at him: "You move around like this, doesn't your body hurt?"

Suhang took a breath, grinned and said, "Don't say it, it's really a bit."

Helplessness flashed across Song Xing's eyes, he helped him to lie down and tucked him in the blanket, and said casually, "Do you want to eat bananas?"

Suhang curled his lips: "Don't eat, don't eat, bananas are slippery, I can't get out of bed, you can forgive me." After saying this, he smiled and raised his eyes and continued to say to Song Xing, "This time Thank you so much, otherwise, I’m afraid I’d really want to include it this time.”

Song Xing said, "No."

Su Hang is quite a self-aware person, he didn't refute, but he knew in his heart that if it wasn't for Song Xing's kindness, he might be played badly by someone, and then he died without anyone finding out.

His face darkened slightly, Suhang said: "I will pay you back when I leave the hospital."

Song Xing said there was no rush.

Suhang sneered: "Come on, I've been around for so many years, and I can still afford this little medical expenses. Forget it, you're still a kid, how much savings can you have?"

Song Xing didn't speak any more.

030 This little glutton had long been coquettishly saying that he wanted to eat apples. Song Xing picked two from the bag, took a fruit knife to peel one for Su Hang, and gave the other to himself.

After Suhang ate the apple and talked to Song Xing, he fell asleep again exhausted.

It was already afternoon when the nurse came back from outside. She went home, left the fruits and vegetables she bought at home and went back to work.The nurse liked Song Xing very much, and brought him some stewed pork made by his spouse.

"This is the best food and drink at the moment."

Song Xing pushed, but didn't stop the nurse's enthusiasm.

Su Hang was still awake when he left, and Song Xing had just left the hospital with a bag of stewed meat when the phone in his pocket rang.

It is Song Wenlu.

"Where are you now, I'll pick you up."

Song Wenlu had just come out of Tomorrow Construction. He dispatched several assistant secretaries who were with him, and drove directly to Jiangning Street. He met a flower shop on the side of the road. After thinking about it, he went into the shop and asked the clerk, and decided to choose one. A bouquet of fresh roses was placed in the back car, and then the suit and tie were adjusted.

The romance of most men is probably flowers and candlelight dinners. They are ignorant of the lack of their own romantic cells, but they have a sense of pride.

Song Xing said his address, and waited on the side of the road for about 10 minutes, and the familiar black car slowly stopped in front of him.

After fastening the seat belt for the boy, the man carefully closed the car window, kissed the corner of Song Xing's mouth, and then asked strangely, "What kind of smell do you have?"

Song Xing said, "Disinfectant water?"

Song Wenlu shook his head: "It smells like meat."

Song Xing lifted the braised meat bag in his hand: "Is it it?"

Song Wenlu stared at the meat bag carefully, and Chi asked, "What is this?"

Song Xing said, "It's stewed pork, Mr. Song, would you like to try it?"

Song Wenlu had never eaten this food before, so he was a little curious and fresh.

Song Xing broke off a small piece and fed it into the man's mouth.

Song Wenlu opened his mouth, with a slight smile in his eyes, and bit Song Xing's finger shamelessly.

It can be said to be very rascal.

Braised pork is salty and spicy, with a strong taste, not a very good thing. Song Wenlu tasted it but still felt a little bit unsatisfied.

Song Xing ignored the man's gaze, lowered her eyes and asked, "What does Mr. Song want to take me?"

"Dinner, watch a movie."

This is the kind of dating that men's very straight minds can only imagine.

But before the car started, Song Wenlu hugged the rose in the rear seat to Song Xing.

The roses are a big bouquet, all the thorns have been cut off by the clerk, and the flower branches are wrapped in pure white plastic flower paper, revealing the gorgeous blooming rose petals, which are flamboyant and eye-catching.

"like or not?"

Song Wenlu's handsome face is full of unfathomable deepness, but if you look carefully, you can still see the slight tension in his eyes.

Song Xing held the flowers in a daze, and said softly, "Mr. Song, I'm not a girl, so I don't need this."

Song Wenlu's complacent mood suddenly froze. He was stunned, and said with a stern face, "I only send flowers to people I like, and I don't regard you as a woman."

Song Xing looked up at him.

Song Wenlu stroked his hair, turned his head to stare at Song Xing, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you just say you like it or not?" His eyes were serious, as if Song Xing said he didn't like it, and he would immediately let the bouquet go Ashes to ashes.

Song Xing and the man looked at each other for a while, hugged the flower in his arms, and said slowly: "I like it."

Only then did Song Wenlu's complexion ease, and his tense back gradually relaxed.

The black car caught fire quickly and rushed out with a whoosh.

On the way, Song Xing hugged the roses and heard how delicious the cake made by Amway roses was happily in 030's mind, meaning that this bouquet of roses should not be wasted, it would be best to make it delicious.

After hearing this for a while, Song Xing suddenly felt a little hungry.

Out of the corner of his eye while driving, Song Wenlu fell on the young man holding a bouquet of roses, and he was also a little hungry.

It's a pity that you can't eat it.

Just very angry.

Holding his breath and feeling anxious, Song Wenlu's addiction to cigarettes fell. He wanted to reach out to touch the cigarette in his trouser pocket, but the road ahead had many turns and he couldn't come out with his hands.

After thinking about it, Song Wenlu said, "Xiaolu, do me a favor."

Just take the cigarette, in the right pocket of the trousers.

Song Xing put the flowers back on the back seat and reached out to touch them. He found a pack of cigarette cases, and Song Wenlu said, "There's also a lighter."

Song Xing fumbled inside again, the pocket was a bit deep, and the small lighter was not easy to hold in the innermost part.

After touching it for a while, Song Wenlu suddenly took a heavy breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, don't touch it anymore."

Song Xing raised his eyes suspiciously and stopped moving.

Song Wenlu raised his face and said nothing.

After driving the car out of the corner, the man stopped at the nearest temporary parking spot.

Before the seat belt could be undone in time, the man with dark eyes turned quickly.

He leaned close to Song Xing, couldn't hold back, lowered his head to the pale pink lips of the young man, and kissed him.