I have a snack at home

The drinking capacity has risen, I wonder if it is because he hangs out with Ou Yang, the drinking capacity has become better after practice, speaking of it, I really should thank him, I will give him a gift when I go back, and the two of them will have a good chat.

A bell rang in the carriage.

It's An Mo's phone.

"Hey,"

"what?"

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

After hanging up the phone, he quickly told Lin Qing to turn around and go to the Central Hospital. He was very anxious and kept urging, hurry up, hurry up.

"Brother An, don't worry, this is already the fastest speed." Fortunately, it was midnight, and there were almost no cars on the road.

An Mo stared blankly at the flashing streetlights outside, feeling like a stone in his heart, feeling depressed.Song Anyu and Han Song were hospitalized in a car accident.

It was like a dream, listening to the news.

Han Song always drove carefully, how could it be possible, he is so good, Song Xiaobai was with him, he was always at ease, in the middle of the night, where could there be a car accident?

Countless questions were intertwined fiercely in his mind, fighting, and his brain was about to burst from pain, but he still maintained a trace of clarity. He must hurry up, hurry up, and he will know Song Xiaobai's condition when he arrives at the hospital. They are all so good. will be fine.

When was the last time we met? Oh, it was a week ago. He was still complaining. Han Song has become more and more verbose recently. It’s so hot that he’s still not allowed to take a cold shower. Hiding at his house and playing games for a few days made Han Song anxious.

Never thought it would be like this.

The hospital at night is even more deserted and bleak. In the operating room, people don't know what's going on. From time to time, people run in and out. Every time they go in and out, it is a psychological torture for him. An Mo Unable to sit still, he stood there with a serious expression that had never been seen before, and the corners of his mouth were slightly lowered.

The bodyguard assigned to Song Anyu stood behind him guiltily. They sat in the car behind and followed quietly. There were no other cars on the road, so it was not easy to follow too closely. The big trucks were coming too fast, and they were rushing directly. They were hit by Song Anyu's car, and it was too late for them to follow behind.

This was a murder. He was sure that there were cameras on the road. In order to prevent insufficient evidence, another companion left evidence to collect it. The driver of the big truck was seriously injured and was also in this hospital.

Xiao Lin ran to pay the ticket. Although there was no traffic police chasing him, but as a good citizen who obeyed the law, he could not knowingly commit a crime and still admit his mistake. Although, they acted in a hurry.

Worried about calling Hao Meng, tomorrow's commercial, brother An, in this state, the designated shooting can't be done, let him make preparations early.

"Master, it's our fault." They came here to protect Mr. Song, and now that something like this happened, he has no face to face the young master.

"Don't care about your business." Originally, it was just to prevent someone from bullying him. How could he think that the other party was so courageous that he wanted to murder him? His voice was colder than ever before, "Tell me about what happened tonight. , including where they are going, who knows."

An Mo held on, and only in this way could he calm himself down. He listened to Mr. Bodyguard's detailed explanation of even a small matter, and his mind kept spinning, trying to find clues from here.

Born in a family of mafia, he has seen many bloody incidents, especially when he was a child, except for the accident in his family, that incident cast a shadow over his life, even if he didn't care, it was just a protective cover.

This time, after that, once again, the life and death of his important life is uncertain, but he can't do anything about it.

"Doctor, how are you?" The lights went out, and the doctor came out soon.

He ran over with big strides, and the sound of treading echoed in the corridor.

"The patient had multiple fractures and a slight concussion," said the patient, taking off his mask, with black eyes and a tired face. "Out of danger."

An Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned over to one side. Fortunately, Mr. Bodyguard grabbed him.

Song Anyu's face was paler than ever before, his always lively little face lost its color, his bright eyes were closed tightly, and there were lines between his brows that couldn't be erased. An Mo followed the medical staff until After settling him down, he remembered that he forgot about Han Song.

Leaving the bodyguard here to watch Song Xiaobai, he ran back and started a new round of anticipation.

No one can know better than him what Han Song means to Song Anyu. The most important person in his life has given him care that he has never had before, even if it is himself, it cannot compare.

The bodyguard said that the front of the car was bumped, and Han Song was still tightly protecting Song Xiaobai. At the moment of life and death, his instinct was to protect him. If something happened to Han Song, even if he woke up, I'm afraid...

I don't know how long it took before the door opened again.

"The patient has intracranial hemorrhage, spinal injury, multiple fractures, and can't wake up within 24 hours, just prepare for the funeral. Even if he wakes up, the spinal injury depends on the patient's physical fitness. There is a 70.00% possibility. To be in a wheelchair.

Standing outside the ICU, Han Song's body was plugged with various instruments. Through the glass, An Mo's eyes were bloodshot, "Han Song, you must wake up."

"Song Xiaobai, I'm still waiting for you,"

"You're not willing, are you?"

"That guy is so stupid and stupid, without you, he will definitely be bullied,"

……

out of danger

After waiting outside the ICU all night, An Mo's face was full of fatigue, and he stood tall without changing his figure.Mr. Bodyguard came over with breakfast, but he didn't move. An Mo didn't know what would happen to Song Xiaobai if Han Song didn't wake up.

"Second Young Master, it's moving, Young Master Han's finger is moving."

The bodyguard shouted in surprise.

An Mo blinked his eyes and looked over carefully. He was really, really awake.

"Doctor, doctor, he's awake."

After a period of chaos, Han Song was finally out of danger, and after another 24 hours of observation, he was transferred to the general ward.An Mo finally had time to breathe, and had the face to meet Song Xiaobai.

At this time, he was still awake, and his sleeping face, like an angel, was completely pale.

The weather is fine today, there are a few birds chirping in the trees outside, and if Song Xiaobai is awake, one person will be noisier than a flock of birds.

An Mo stood in front of the window, the sun was just right outside, Song Xiaobai, wake up quickly.

Maybe it was because of a good understanding, maybe it was because of An Mo's murmuring in his heart that he was so annoyed. Song Anyu coughed, and An Mo immediately reacted.He rang the bell beside the bed and called the doctor.

"How are you? Where does it hurt? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"Thirsty?"

"No, wait for the doctor to come and listen to the doctor." He put down the water glass, and went back to the bed talking to himself.

Song Anyu was frightened by this series of operations, but his memory came back, night, lights, trucks, blood.

"Where is Han Song?" With a sudden movement, his whole body hurts badly.

"Don't move, don't move," An Mo stretched out his hand to touch him, but he pulled it away as if he was electrocuted, and didn't dare to move, "Han Song is fine, he was injured a little bit, and he was no longer in the same ward with you, so I knew you would Worry,"

"Look, the photo was taken just now." An Mo just took a photo of Han Song on purpose. Of course, he ignored the equipment in the ICU and only captured his big face.

I like my wit, I haven't slept all night, my head is still not showing off, IQ, it really is my innate talent.

"Look, do you take a good look? This is a series of shots, and there are blinks. It's not a posthumous photo taken by Lao Tzu when your old Han passed away."

"See clearly?"

"Yeah." Put down a little.

"Don't worry, he will probably be able to share a room with you tomorrow." Depending on how much Han Song cares about him, as long as he can get up, he has to stay by his side.

"Oh," I was very excited when I heard that, "then why don't you come now?"

"You," he became furious, if he didn't see you as a sick patient, the young master would have pressed you on the floor and rubbed him.

Just at this time the doctor came, hum, you are lucky.

After checking the previous report, you can drink some water in moderation and eat some light porridge.

An Mo kept in mind that he asked the bodyguard to watch his room. It wasn't that he was worried, but he was quite worried. Last night, Weibo was blown up. I don't know who is the hero who lifted Song Anyu from the ambulance. The photos were posted on Weibo.

As a popular traffic niche, our family Song Xiaobai is doing well, and a group of pro-mother fans are waiting for news below.

Downstairs in the hospital there are many reporters guarding, fans are also there, what if some crazy person comes up, now Song Xiaobai can't walk, can't move, what should I do if he is attacked and swollen?

He walked down carelessly. Now that the reporters are all staring at the disabled, no one cares about his health.

However, An Xiaomo obviously misjudged the situation.

This morning, a well-meaning blogger posted an article, claiming that An Moshou hadn't returned from the hospital overnight. Damn it, a friend in need is a friend. The reporters were like wolves pounced on their flesh. As soon as An Xiaomo came out, he was immediately surrounded.

Confused, what's the matter?

After a sleepless night, Mr. An's IQ finally stopped and went on strike, and he was directly blocked in the hospital lobby by the reporters.

"An Mo, how is Song Anyu doing now?"

"An Mo heard that you stayed on guard all night. Were you at the scene when the accident happened?"

"Song Anyu was filming a big production a few days ago, do you think the accident was man-made or accidental?"

"I heard that Manager Han was seriously injured. How is the situation?"

"Anmo..."

"Anmo..."

The microphone was almost poked into An Xiaomo's mouth. The reporters stared at him like wolves, and kept staring at him, asking questions one after another. Hold on, hold on, An Xiaomo felt that at this moment he It is not easy to know image management.

"Song Anyu and Han Song are out of danger now. As for the details of this car accident, please consult the traffic department."

"I'm sorry, I have something else to do, please step aside."

An Mo politely pushed the machine in front of him, trying to fight his way out.

However, Mr. An was too whimsical.

Finally caught an insider and let you go?Humph, no way.

"Anmo..."

"Song Anyu..."

An Mo was pushed back and staggered back. There were pursuers in front and interceptions in the back.An Mo wanted to cry but had no tears. He knew that the bodyguards would come down.

Song Xiaobai, I sacrificed so much for you.

Sneeze, Song Anyu in the ward sneezed, and his chest hurts from the shock. Oh, it hurts the baby to death.

"Hey, why did you come down, Song Anyu?"

Someone in the hall yelled, and the reporters were moved when they heard the sound, and ran towards that direction. An Mo was stunned, dragged by a man wearing a peaked cap, out of the hospital, and into the car , When I saw it, I was shocked.

You've changed a lot, didn't you say you were filming commercials abroad two days ago, now you're here in Ancheng, what's going on?I never heard that he has a good relationship with Song Xiaobai.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Buy breakfast," An Mo saw the blue shadows in the eyes of the people around him and looked tired, and felt inexplicably not easy to mess with. The person who knows current affairs is Junjie, and said weakly, "I just buy breakfast, so I don't need to drive."

"The steamed buns stuffed with pork and green onions at the steamed stuffed bun shop downstairs cost three yuan a pair,"

"Eight yuan for pancakes and fruit can fill you up,"

"I'm asking for porridge with preserved egg and lean meat,"

Pushing open the car door, "Is there anything you want to eat, I'll bring it back for you."

Mu Yunshen: ...

I'm in a hurry, and I'm squeezing the economy class in the middle of the night to give you a set of pancakes.

Will you care about people and comfort them?Kneading the corners of his eyes with his big hands, he felt inexplicably jealous of Song Anyu who was upstairs.

Song Anyu on the hospital bed upstairs, Ah Choo.

Chest, chest pain.

The face is distorted, is it frozen, I have a cold, ah, mom, don’t, now the cold is killing me, I can’t move below the neck.

"Wait in the car," Mu Yunshen got out of the car with his wallet, put on his hat, and pretended to be alright.

Walking on long legs without saying a word, he left, drifting away, An Mo stared at his back, wait?Then wait.Just to catch up on sleep, the nerves were tense all night, now when I relax, I feel exhausted.

He also said that others, he himself has become a panda eye, so if he goes out, he won't scare people.

Just now, the reporters showed his image in high-definition close-up, waiting for An Xiaomo to see his ugly photos posted on various websites, Weibo spread randomly, and asked the sky silently, the image, the image of the young master, what, Why so ugly.

But at this time, he hadn't fallen asleep heartlessly, and had no time to care about other things.

Mu Yunshen went to a shop that looked clean and hygienic. He bought a lot of the items he mentioned just now, and he also bought porridge that patients could drink. As for himself, he returned with a full load.

Tianwang is Tianwang, his camouflage skills are so good, he walked past the reporters without changing his face, as if he was walking downstairs leisurely, when a reporter turned his head, he was facing the heroic figure of Tianwang.

Then, looking back, she definitely didn't recognize it.

An Mo didn't sleep soundly. When Mu Yunshen came back, he felt it. He opened his eyes in a daze. It didn't matter to him. The most important thing was to feed Song Xiaobai.

Fortunately, the hospital hall was cleaned up, the security guards were dispatched, and the reporters all retreated.

An Mo walked back to the ward cautiously like a thief. Mr. Bodyguard was at the door, and Mu Yunshen handed him two breakfasts directly.

Song Anyu is now injured with a slight fracture of his right arm, and his left hand is not flexible, so he can only be fed by others.Seeing his pitiful appearance, An Mo sighed, that's enough, a good man will do his best to the end, and send the Buddha to the West.

Poorly asking about the fragrance of the pancake fruit, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, couldn't hold back, took a bite, took the porridge, and fed it to Song Xiaobai mouthful by mouthful.

"Hey, don't look at that, it's all mine, you can't eat anything else, you can only drink porridge, didn't you listen to the doctor's words?" He pointed out his little thoughts very shamelessly, "You say you, Mr. What are you going to do at night, walk through the gate of hell, scare people to death."

"Oh, Mo Mo, you're the best, don't be angry," she blinked pitifully, showing off her cuteness, "I made you worry, when I get better, I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Who cares?" The next sentence was a slap in the face, "Eat seafood."

"Well, seafood, the most expensive kind."

Mu Yunshen sat there, listening to the conversation between the two, the table was full of food, and he gave him three words: no appetite.

Just listening to it made him panic. The two of them were so nice that he was jealous. Of course, Mr. Mu was also very sensible. When An Xiaomo came over for dinner, he pretended to be waiting for him, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Hao Meng took care of the advertiser. Seeing that there was a reason for the incident, he didn't pursue it. The time was changed. After all, it was his fault. sensible person.

As soon as he flew over, he went to find Lin Qing first. The young man watched the progress of the case, as if he had come to find the backbone.

The truck driver is still awake, and the statement cannot be recorded, but it was found that the truck driver’s family bought a house and a car a month ago, and his son went abroad to study. The possibility of murder is as high as 90.00%. Wrong person.

Of course, this possibility is simply sparks hitting the earth, so it can be ignored.

As soon as Hao Meng arrived, An Mo and Mu Yunshen retired, went to rest first, and opened a room in a nearby hotel. The moment they touched the pillows, they were still thinking, as if Mu Yunshen didn't say why they came here. .

No matter what, sleepiness strikes, everything is forgotten, sleep is king.

out of danger

After waiting outside the ICU all night, An Mo's face was full of fatigue, and he stood tall without changing his figure.Mr. Bodyguard came over with breakfast, but he didn't move. An Mo didn't know what would happen to Song Xiaobai if Han Song didn't wake up.

"Second Young Master, it's moving, Young Master Han's finger is moving."

The bodyguard shouted in surprise.

An Mo blinked his eyes and looked over carefully. He was really, really awake.

"Doctor, doctor, he's awake."

After a period of chaos, Han Song was finally out of danger, and after another 24 hours of observation, he was transferred to the general ward.An Mo finally had time to breathe, and had the face to meet Song Xiaobai.

At this time, he was still awake, and his sleeping face, like an angel, was completely pale.

The weather is fine today, there are a few birds chirping in the trees outside, and if Song Xiaobai is awake, one person will be noisier than a flock of birds.

An Mo stood in front of the window, the sun was just right outside, Song Xiaobai, wake up quickly.

Maybe it was because of a good understanding, maybe it was because of An Mo's murmuring in his heart that he was so annoyed. Song Anyu coughed, and An Mo immediately reacted.He rang the bell beside the bed and called the doctor.

"How are you? Where does it hurt? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"Thirsty?"

"No, wait for the doctor to come and listen to the doctor." He put down the water glass, and went back to the bed talking to himself.

Song Anyu was frightened by this series of operations, but his memory came back, night, lights, trucks, blood.

"Where is Han Song?" With a sudden movement, his whole body hurts badly.

"Don't move, don't move," An Mo stretched out his hand to touch him, but he pulled it away as if he was electrocuted, and didn't dare to move, "Han Song is fine, he was injured a little bit, and he was no longer in the same ward with you, so I knew you would Worry,"

"Look, the photo was taken just now." An Mo just took a photo of Han Song on purpose. Of course, he ignored the equipment in the ICU and only captured his big face.

I like my wit, I haven't slept all night, my head is still not showing off, IQ, it really is my innate talent.

"Look, do you take a good look? This is a series of shots, and there are blinks. It's not a posthumous photo taken by Lao Tzu when your old Han passed away."

"See clearly?"

"Yeah." Put down a little.

"Don't worry, he will probably be able to share a room with you tomorrow." Depending on how much Han Song cares about him, as long as he can get up, he has to stay by his side.

"Oh," I was very excited when I heard that, "then why don't you come now?"

"You," he became furious, if he didn't see you as a sick patient, the young master would have pressed you on the floor and rubbed him.

Just at this time the doctor came, hum, you are lucky.

After checking the previous report, you can drink some water in moderation and eat some light porridge.

An Mo kept in mind that he asked the bodyguard to watch his room. It wasn't that he was worried, but he was quite worried. Last night, Weibo was blown up. I don't know who is the hero who lifted Song Anyu from the ambulance. The photos were posted on Weibo.

As a popular traffic niche, our family Song Xiaobai is doing well, and a group of pro-mother fans are waiting for news below.

Downstairs in the hospital there are many reporters guarding, fans are also there, what if some crazy person comes up, now Song Xiaobai can't walk, can't move, what should I do if he is attacked and swollen?

He walked down carelessly. Now that the reporters are all staring at the disabled, no one cares about his health.

However, An Xiaomo obviously misjudged the situation.

This morning, a well-meaning blogger posted an article, claiming that An Moshou hadn't returned from the hospital overnight. Damn it, a friend in need is a friend. The reporters were like wolves pounced on their flesh. As soon as An Xiaomo came out, he was immediately surrounded.

Confused, what's the matter?

After a sleepless night, Mr. An's IQ finally stopped and went on strike, and he was directly blocked in the hospital lobby by the reporters.

"An Mo, how is Song Anyu doing now?"

"An Mo heard that you stayed on guard all night. Were you at the scene when the accident happened?"

"Song Anyu was filming a big production a few days ago, do you think the accident was man-made or accidental?"

"I heard that Manager Han was seriously injured. How is the situation?"

"Anmo..."

"Anmo..."

The microphone was almost poked into An Xiaomo's mouth. The reporters stared at him like wolves, and kept staring at him, asking questions one after another. Hold on, hold on, An Xiaomo felt that at this moment he It is not easy to know image management.

"Song Anyu and Han Song are out of danger now. As for the details of this car accident, please consult the traffic department."

"I'm sorry, I have something else to do, please step aside."

An Mo politely pushed the machine in front of him, trying to fight his way out.

However, Mr. An was too whimsical.

Finally caught an insider and let you go?Humph, no way.

"Anmo..."

"Song Anyu..."

An Mo was pushed back and staggered back. There were pursuers in front and interceptions in the back.An Mo wanted to cry but had no tears. He knew that the bodyguards would come down.

Song Xiaobai, I sacrificed so much for you.

Sneeze, Song Anyu in the ward sneezed, and his chest hurts from the shock. Oh, it hurts the baby to death.

"Hey, why did you come down, Song Anyu?"

Someone in the hall yelled, and the reporters were moved when they heard the sound, and ran towards that direction. An Mo was stunned, dragged by a man wearing a peaked cap, out of the hospital, and into the car , When I saw it, I was shocked.

You've changed a lot, didn't you say you were filming commercials abroad two days ago, now you're here in Ancheng, what's going on?I never heard that he has a good relationship with Song Xiaobai.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Buy breakfast," An Mo saw the blue shadows in the eyes of the people around him and looked tired, and felt inexplicably not easy to mess with. The person who knows current affairs is Junjie, and said weakly, "I just buy breakfast, so I don't need to drive."

"The steamed buns stuffed with pork and green onions at the steamed stuffed bun shop downstairs cost three yuan a pair,"

"Eight yuan for pancakes and fruit can fill you up,"

"I'm asking for porridge with preserved egg and lean meat,"

Pushing open the car door, "Is there anything you want to eat, I'll bring it back for you."

Mu Yunshen: ...

I'm in a hurry, and I'm squeezing the economy class in the middle of the night to give you a set of pancakes.

Will you care about people and comfort them?Kneading the corners of his eyes with his big hands, he felt inexplicably jealous of Song Anyu who was upstairs.

Song Anyu on the hospital bed upstairs, Ah Choo.

Chest, chest pain.

The face is distorted, is it frozen, I have a cold, ah, mom, don’t, now the cold is killing me, I can’t move below the neck.

"Wait in the car," Mu Yunshen got out of the car with his wallet, put on his hat, and pretended to be alright.

Walking on long legs without saying a word, he left, drifting away, An Mo stared at his back, wait?Then wait.Just to catch up on sleep, the nerves were tense all night, now when I relax, I feel exhausted.

He also said that others, he himself has become a panda eye, so if he goes out, he won't scare people.

Just now, the reporters showed his image in high-definition close-up, waiting for An Xiaomo to see his ugly photos posted on various websites, Weibo spread randomly, and asked the sky silently, the image, the image of the young master, what, Why so ugly.

But at this time, he hadn't fallen asleep heartlessly, and had no time to care about other things.

Mu Yunshen went to a shop that looked clean and hygienic. He bought a lot of the items he mentioned just now, and he also bought porridge that patients could drink. As for himself, he returned with a full load.

Tianwang is Tianwang, his camouflage skills are so good, he walked past the reporters without changing his face, as if he was walking downstairs leisurely, when a reporter turned his head, he was facing the heroic figure of Tianwang.

Then, looking back, she definitely didn't recognize it.

An Mo didn't sleep soundly. When Mu Yunshen came back, he felt it. He opened his eyes in a daze. It didn't matter to him. The most important thing was to feed Song Xiaobai.

Fortunately, the hospital hall was cleaned up, the security guards were dispatched, and the reporters all retreated.

An Mo walked back to the ward cautiously like a thief. Mr. Bodyguard was at the door, and Mu Yunshen handed him two breakfasts directly.

Song Anyu is now injured with a slight fracture of his right arm, and his left hand is not flexible, so he can only be fed by others.Seeing his pitiful appearance, An Mo sighed, that's enough, a good man will do his best to the end, and send the Buddha to the West.

Poorly asking about the fragrance of the pancake fruit, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, couldn't hold back, took a bite, took the porridge, and fed it to Song Xiaobai mouthful by mouthful.

"Hey, don't look at that, it's all mine, you can't eat anything else, you can only drink porridge, didn't you listen to the doctor's words?" He pointed out his little thoughts very shamelessly, "You say you, Mr. What are you going to do at night, walk through the gate of hell, scare people to death."

"Oh, Mo Mo, you're the best, don't be angry," she blinked pitifully, showing off her cuteness, "I made you worry, when I get better, I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Who cares?" The next sentence was a slap in the face, "Eat seafood."

"Well, seafood, the most expensive kind."

Mu Yunshen sat there, listening to the conversation between the two, the table was full of food, and he gave him three words: no appetite.

Just listening to it made him panic. The two of them were so nice that he was jealous. Of course, Mr. Mu was also very sensible. When An Xiaomo came over for dinner, he pretended to be waiting for him, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Hao Meng took care of the advertiser. Seeing that there was a reason for the incident, he didn't pursue it. The time was changed. After all, it was his fault. sensible person.

As soon as he flew over, he went to find Lin Qing first. The young man watched the progress of the case, as if he had come to find the backbone.

The truck driver is still awake, and the statement cannot be recorded, but it was found that the truck driver’s family bought a house and a car a month ago, and his son went abroad to study. The possibility of murder is as high as 90.00%. Wrong person.

Of course, this possibility is simply sparks hitting the earth, so it can be ignored.

As soon as Hao Meng arrived, An Mo and Mu Yunshen retired, went to rest first, and opened a room in a nearby hotel. The moment they touched the pillows, they were still thinking, as if Mu Yunshen didn't say why they came here. .

No matter what, sleepiness strikes, everything is forgotten, sleep is king.

Was found

An Mo slept in the hotel until eleven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock relentlessly urged over and over again, An Xiaomo's slender fingers took them out of the quilt one by one, then bent and grasped the corners of the quilt tightly, covering her head all at once. in.

Quite unrequited love, ah ah ah ah ah!

He rubbed vigorously his head which had already become an explosive head, then ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, cold and sober, he couldn't be more sober.

Taking the mobile phone and wallet, as soon as he opened the door, the actor Mu Da on the opposite side immediately opened the door as if he had installed a surveillance camera.

An Mo: ...

Mu Yunshen looked up at him, not feeling embarrassed at all, okay, wearing sunglasses, "Let's go."

An Mo: I didn't wait for you, brother.

An Xiaomo secretly slandered in her heart what Mu Yunshen was doing here.

"When I saw the news, I was worried about you." Sighing, he stopped and waited for the person who was still a little disconnected behind him.

"Ah?" Only then did I notice that I was so stupid to say what was in my heart, but who is An Xiaomo, she has the thickest skin in the world, so she adjusted immediately, and the two brothers stopped and hooked up Yes, "Brother is really loyal."

"Come on, let's go buy some food and take it there,"

Mu Yunshen: You treat me like a brother, but I want to sleep with you...

"Is your filming abroad over?"

"Go first if you have something to do, I have no problem here,"

"Why didn't you see Gong Wei, is it really okay for you to be photographed here?"

……

Han Song didn't move to Song Xiaobai's ward the next day. Manager Han's condition was okay at the moment, but he looked miserable. Song Xiaobai couldn't stand it when he saw it. There were tears in his big eyes. Seeing it, he pulled Mu Yunshen and ran outside, alas, don't see anything wrong, don't ask anything wrong, don't listen anything wrong.

Pulling Mu Yunshen all the way to the top floor, he realized a problem, and asked belatedly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Song Xiaobai and Han Song?"

Looking at Mu Yunshen in shock, he realized that this person had a face of ice cubes.

Whoops, there is no doubt about the blue sky covering his face, why did he think of asking a piece of wood about love.

When Mu Yunshen saw him like this, he thought he couldn't accept it. His heart sank and sank. The cold air radiating from his body almost made An Mo's skin crawl.

"Wow, that's so loving,"

"Oh, the muscular man paired with the soft and cute Xiaobai, it's so cute."

"No wonder Han Song treats Xiaobai so well, he is so black-bellied."

"It's close to the water, no way, just look at Han Song and he hasn't confessed yet,"

"I must not say it first, I must be steady."

"That bastard Song Xiaobai, you can follow him if you give him a bone,"

"Han Song saved his life this time, so he just rushed forward."

"Well, I can't tell,"

An Xiaomo, who was talking to himself, didn't know Mu Yunshen's heart at all. It was like a roller coaster ride, with ups and downs, but he was relieved anyway. Fortunately, he didn't reject it.

Close to the water?He likes these four words very much, isn't he also close to the water now?

"It's windy here," said the gentleman Mu who had already moved quietly, blocking the wind, he was not the usual mean-spirited iceberg, okay?

Considerate, starting from small things, Mr. Mu is actually a warm man.

Sure enough, when he returned to the ward, An Xiaomo acted as if he had nothing to do. Hao Meng asked two nurses to come over today, and he also took a look at him. He looked at him and found that he was not bad, and his personality seemed very lively. These two probably If you have to lie in the hospital for a long time, it would be nice to have something to relieve your boredom.

Rubbing Song Anyu's hair vigorously, I knew why he was so sad, "Okay, don't worry about it, if you don't make a movie, you won't make it, as long as you are fine."

"You didn't look at the blood gourd you looked like yesterday. You are covered with candied haws, which can scare people to death."

"The most important thing is to live well,"

"I know, Mo Mo, you are the best."

"That's right, do you want to make a promise with your body?" Young Master An triumphantly teased the little white rabbit, ignoring the cold faces in the ward.

"Yes, yes, then I will eat your snacks, use your game console, your..."

"No," An Mo stopped him directly.

"Song Xiaobai, you've learned to be treacherous. Do you know that you sold yourself into the mansion, and you're not married to an official matchmaker?"

He looked at Song Xiaobai anxiously, but because he was so pitiful, Master An still gave him a loving hug with great love, "I will take you to a good place to play when you are well."

"So you need to heal your wounds well," he rubbed his head, like an older brother telling a disobedient younger brother, "I'll go back tomorrow, and I promised to shoot other people's commercials."

"Come back when I'm done."

"These days, don't torment Han Song, he's hurt more than you,"

Speaking of this, I have to sigh, Han Song really loves Song Xiaobai, how many people can protect him tightly at this critical moment of life and death?

Based on this alone, he recognized him.

Compared with the excitement on their side, Mu Yunshen and Han Song's side can be described as relatively silent. Han Song is still a manager after all, so he can still find some topics.

Especially at this time, he can come here, no matter who it is for, he must express his gratitude.

After waking up, he also saw the comments on the Internet. There were many speculations about the car accident. He had talked with Hao Meng earlier. It was indeed murder, and the other party must have been staring at them for a long time.

This trip was originally a temporary idea, but the other party was able to find such an unmonitored location to commit the crime. If An Mo hadn't photographed the bodyguards and followed them secretly, last night, his and Xiaoyu's lives would have been given there.

Han Song, who has undergone special training, would not think that this was an ordinary car accident at all. The instinct and senses of people at the moment of death are thousands of times and tens of thousands of times higher than normal. The truck driver made up his mind to kill them.

An Mo said that he would ask someone to investigate this matter, so he was relieved to leave it to him. After all, it is difficult for him to go to the ground now, let alone deal with the problem in time.

After Song Anyu woke up, he reported on Weibo that he was safe, and the fans' comments in the underground all hoped that he would recover from his injuries, and they waited for him.

In fact, Song Xiaobai was in severe pain at this time, but he, who was always delicate, didn't say a word, because there were so many people who cared about him around him, and he didn't want them to worry.

But in fact, seeing him like this, An Mo felt very sad. He used the pretext of going shopping to hide in the stairwell. Mu Yunshen followed him, watching him sad, but unable to comfort him.

So Mu Dabo