hi don't run

Song Xinye sat on the empty hospital bed opposite Han Mo, looking at him with his mouth pursed.

He really wanted to ask, really wanted to ask, even at the risk of being scolded by Han Mo, he still really wanted to ask.

This kind of feeling of scratching the heart and liver is really incomprehensible, I don’t know, I feel it... the itching.

Han Mo originally planned to close his eyes and rest, but the effect of the anesthetic had passed, and the sting from the incision made him very uncomfortable. He wanted to sleep on his side, but he grinned when he moved a little.

"Give me the phone to play for a while." Stretching out his hand, Han Mo decided to play the game later to divert his attention.

"Song Er! I'm talking to you." Looking at Song Xinye who was dumbfounded, Han Mo rolled his eyes, "Okay, okay, don't you just want to ask about my relationship with Shao Wenfeng? Give me."

Song Xinye is only big, but he has a lot of heart.So some things are covered up and let them guess, it's better to tell Lai Shuan directly, um, he is comfortable.Whether Song Xinye is comfortable or not has nothing to do with him, he is now a sick patient.

Song Xinye handed the mobile phone to Han Mo, and was also very worried when he saw him grinning, raised his arms and moved his legs, "You have been moved so much, I will get you anything you want." He went to roll up the hospital bed for him to lean on Feel more comfortable, Song Xinye smacked his lips and sat aside, and continued to look at him with his chin resting on one hand.

Han Mo fiddled with his phone a few times, sent a message to Shao Wenfeng, rolled his eyes and called Zhang Mao again.

Zhang Ma just took a shower and was lying on the bed, planning to go to bed. Looking at the phone number displayed on the phone, he was a little surprised, "Shao Wenfeng, that domineering man, didn't let you have a good rest? I thought he had to watch you tightly and not let you move." He picked up the phone with a chuckle and teased, and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

"He went home to look after his children, and Song Er is taking care of me. Where did you send his two younger brothers?" Han Mo tilted his head and looked at Song Xinye who turned his head, blinked, and made a gesture Mouth shape, "Maomao."

Song Xinye's eyes widened instantly, he got off the bed and went to Han Mo's side, leaned over and put his ear on the back of Han Mo's phone, eavesdropping.

"Where else can I send you? They all live in my house." He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, then looked up, stunned, "Zian? Why are you standing in front of my door if you don't sleep?"

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, and Song Xinye frowned.

"Can't sleep? Scared?" Zhang Mao blinked, raised his hand and patted the place where Song Xinye had slept next to the big bed, "Come here."

In fact, both Zhang Mao and Shao Zian knew that this sentence was meant for the big golden retriever, but...

Zhang Mao and Song Xinye on the other end of the phone didn't know, they understood that Zhang Mao was calling Shao Zian over...

"Oh, dear, do you want to crush me to death!" The big golden retriever pounced on Zhang Mao's body, causing Zhang Mao to cry out in surprise, but with a smile on his face.

Shao Zian walked over and sat at the end of the bed, glanced at the phone that had fallen on the quilt, and pointed, "It's still talking."

"Oh, wait, you sit first." Zhang Mao nodded at him with a smile, patted the big golden retriever's head twice, and then put the phone next to his ear, "Hello? Han Mo, I'm busy here first , you have a good rest, the surgery is debilitating, and I will see you tomorrow when I have time."

"...Alas? Alas! Zhang Mao!" Han Mo was still not doing well, but Song Xinye wailed twice.

Han Mo turned his head and met Song Xinye face to face through a mobile phone, "You are almost lying on my face, Song Er, Zhang Mao has already hung up the phone, please take your greasy face away."

If it weren't for the fact that he would feel pain from the knife when he spoke loudly at this moment, I am afraid that according to Han Mo's personality, he would have yelled out a long time ago.No, if he wasn't so weak, he wouldn't let Song Xinye stick so close!

Song Xinye pursed his lips tightly. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Han Mo turned his head to look at him, thinking why didn't this guy jump?It stands to reason that you should just grab the car keys and rush out.

"Song Er?" He called out, but Song Xinye didn't respond.

"Song Xinye?" After waiting for a while, he called out again, but there was no response.

"Xinye?" He called again, Han Mo's voice was a little louder this time, but unfortunately Song Xinye still covered his head with a quilt, pretending to be a dead body.

Han Mo rolled his eyes and coughed lightly.

"Zhang Mao, Song Er suffocated himself on the hospital bed..."

"Who smothered me to death, I didn't!" Hearing what Han Mo said, he mistakenly thought he was calling Zhang Mao, Song Xinye lifted the quilt, sat up and turned around and shouted.

As a result, Han Mo's mobile phone was quietly placed on the small cabinet beside him, while Han Mo, with a pale face and a smug smile, shook his head slightly.

"Prefer sex over friends, hurry up and get the urinal, I want to pee." He has always wanted to pee, he has always wanted to pee, since Song Xinye entered the door, but unfortunately he is not ashamed to say, now he can't hold it anymore, he wants to pee.

Song Xinye quickly took the urinal to help him, but for a long time, Han Mo's face was contorted, and he couldn't urinate.

"...You couldn't have been cut into something that shouldn't have been cut all at once, right?"

Han Mo took a deep breath, raised his hand to push him, "Get out, get out." He didn't know what was going on, he wanted to pee, but couldn't.

Song Xinye didn't really go out, but just stood aside and watched him straining there, his face became paler and paler, even his forehead was sweating, but he still didn't urinate.

Seeing that this was not the way to go, Song Xinye could only press the beeper and wait for the nurse to come to ask him, fearing that he would break away the incision again.

The little nurse came in to take a look, and explained to Han Mo with a smile, "You're fine, the anesthetic hasn't passed yet, don't worry, take a look tomorrow morning, if you can get exhausted, drink some water, it won't affect your functions of."

Han Mo nodded with twitching corners of his mouth, and thanked the little nurse with a non-smiling smile. Seeing the little nurse turn her head and leave the ward, she picked up the mobile phone on the small cabinet beside her and threw it at Song Xinye's head. In the past, even if the movement was a bit painful, he had to throw it!

This silly bear thing actually asked the little nurse, "Come and see, is my friend not working there? Why can't I pee anymore!"

He really wanted to kick him to death with his shoes on!I lost my face.

"...cough, you also heard what the nurse said, don't worry, I was worried about you just now, go to sleep, what time is it." He put the caught mobile phone on the small cabinet, and looked at it with a dry smile Han Mo stared, curled his lips and crawled back to the hospital bed.

Han Mo snorted, moved his head to lie down a little more comfortably and planned to sleep.

Although he felt tired, he still had no intention of falling asleep.For some reason, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see Shao Wenfeng worried and nervous, and those big hands tightly holding his own, which made him feel... quite comfortable.

Song Xinye had rare insomnia.

He is thinking about a very serious question.

What the hell is Zhang Mao doing!

In fact, Zhang Mao didn't do anything, he just chatted with Shao Zi'an, a handsome young man, and expressed his adult comfort.

Really, that's all.

"Zian accept the bed?" Zhang Mao beckoned him to come and sit down, and after thinking about it, he lifted the quilt to let him into the bed.

The child was wearing one of his T-shirts as pajamas, and his legs were bare, even though the heating was on in the room, it was still a bit cold.

Shao Zian looked at Zhang Mao, then at the big golden retriever lying next to Zhang Mao, lowered his head and thought for a while, then slowly moved his position, got into the bed and sat opposite Zhang Mao at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

"Tell me, what do you want to tell me?" Zhang Mao covered his mouth and let out a sigh, with water vapor in his eyes.He was really sleepy, and it was time for him to sleep at this time of day, so he was breathing heavily and beating one after another.

Shao Zian stared at him for a while, the only pair of eyes similar to Shao Wenfeng's were still slightly immature, but it could be seen that this kid would definitely be a handsome guy in the future.

"……I can not sleep."

After waiting for a while, I heard him speak in a low voice.

Zhang Mao didn't understand how the twins could be raised to be talkative and self-sufficient, and the other not talkative to be wary of everyone. Shao Wenfeng's father and his stepmother really don't know how to raise children.

"Zian, don't you seldom communicate with people?" He raised his hand to signal him to come and sit on the head of the bed, Zhang Mao saw that he moved and sat over, and thoughtfully stretched out his hand to help him cover the quilt.

"En." After counting that Zhang Mao helped him three times, Shao Zian had a particularly good impression of Zhang Mao. Obviously, he liked to be close to Zhang Mao.Even with Shao Wenfeng, he never took the initiative to get close to that elder brother.

"Then do you want to tell me why?" Zhang Mao, who turned into a bosom brother for a moment...uh...a bosom uncle, twitched the corners of his mouth, and his gentle smile was particularly attractive.

Shao Zian tilted his head to look at him, then curled his mouth, slumped down, raised his arms, and directly hugged the big golden retriever and closed his eyes...

This movement is too obvious, just to rub the bed to sleep.

Looking dumbfounded at the child who closed his eyes and was clearly about to sleep, Zhang Mao sighed and shook his head, raised his hand and pinched his ears, then turned around and turned off the bedside wall lamp and covered the quilt to sleep.

Forget it, it's just a child, he doesn't care about that much.

Shao Wenfeng went back to Han Mo's house, and before he opened the door, he could hear the baby's heart-piercing cries. He quickly opened the door, changed his shoes, entered the house, and went straight to Han Mo's bedroom.

The little baby was being patted and coaxed by Aunt Jiang, but it was useless. The little guy knew how to cry at the top of his throat.

Hearing that voice, it is estimated that he has been crying for a while, his voice is hoarse, and his eyes are red and swollen from crying.

"You're back, how is Momo?" Upon seeing Shao Wenfeng, Aunt Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and handed the little baby to him to hold, then asked.

Holding the little baby's butt with one hand, and patting his back with the other, let the little baby lie on his shoulders to help him breathe.

"It's okay, just have a minor operation. Mom, you can cook some porridge for me tomorrow morning. I'll bring it to Momo. The doctor said that he can eat if he gets exhausted. I'll prepare it for him first." The wet face of my dear baby, Shao Wenfeng hugged him and sat on the bed, and took a wet towel to help him wipe his face.

"Mom, go to bed early, I'll just coax him." Looking at the little baby sitting on his lap, twitching and clinging to his hand, Shao Wenfeng leaned over and kissed his cheek again, pressing his cheek against his cheek. taped his forehead.

He remembered that Han Mo said that if a child cries for a long time, it is easy to get a fever and get sick.

Fortunately, his son was in a strong body, his forehead was wet and cold, and he didn't show any signs of fever.

Aunt Jiang was a little worried, fearing that her son would not be able to take care of the baby because of his clumsy hands.As a result, after waiting for a while, the little guy actually stopped crying, holding the milk bottle brought by Shao Wenfeng with his two little hands and sucking fiercely.The little baby who knew she was crying even when she didn't pay attention to feeding it just now is drinking milk deliciously.

"Mom?" Shao Wenfeng raised his head to look at Aunt Jiang who was standing there staring at the baby, and shouted in confusion.

Aunt Jiang came back to her senses, looked at Shao Wenfeng with complicated eyes, then at Little Baby, and suddenly had a bold guess in her heart...