Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang and Meng Tingjing were recuperating on the same floor of the same hospital, and they were not far away. Song Yuzhang knew that Meng Tingjing had survived, so he had nothing to worry about. He could recuperate in the ward with peace of mind. Meng Tingjing was in the ward But he couldn't lie down, and repeatedly asked the generals to push him to see Song Yuzhang. The generals were in a dilemma, and it happened that Meng Sushan came.

"You're so hurt, can't you take good care of it first?" Meng Sushan was angry and distressed.

"I couldn't see him, and I was so flustered that I couldn't lie down and recuperate."

Although in reality, the two of them were only sleepy for less than [-] hours, Meng Tingjing's actual feelings were far more than that time. Now that he couldn't see Song Yuzhang, his heart was beating especially fast, and he was really flustered.

Meng Sushan knew that Meng Tingjing was not a glib and sweet talker, so she sighed and said, "Well, I'll ask the doctor if I can put the two of you in the same ward."

"Thank you, sis."

Meng Sushan stood up, her eyes were still red and swollen, she sighed again, and her tone was full of joy after the disaster, "You, I'm really afraid of you, and I have to rely on you for everything in the future."

The doctor agreed, and Meng Sushan had to seek Song Yuzhang's opinion.

"Yuzhang, okay?"

Seeing Meng Sushan's pale face and red eyes, Song Yuzhang couldn't say no, "I don't care."

Meng Sushan thanked him happily, and nodded to Nie Yinbing beside the hospital bed with a smile, and Nie Yinbing nodded slightly as a response.

Soon, Meng Tingjing was transferred to Song Yuzhang's ward. The nurses and doctors were busy for a while, but Meng Tingjing was quietly at their mercy, but her eyes were always on Song Yuzhang, not to mention Meng Sushan. Those nurses and doctors were all a little embarrassed up.

The bombing was a sensation, and the newspapers reported it every day, with different opinions, but there was also a small piece of lace news that was widely circulated—it is said that the chairman and vice chairman who were extremely aggressive were crushed in the ruins. The two hands were still holding each other, they couldn't separate them, and they were tightly clenched.

This lace news was like a bolt from the blue to the boys and girls in Haizhou who were worried about Song Yuzhang. Later, the news changed again. It was said that the hands of the two were injured and the wounds were stuck together. The chairman's hand should be healed quickly. As for the vice chairman, it's best to stay where it's cool.

Meng Tingjing felt that Song Yuzhang's side was the coolest and most comfortable. He didn't believe how strong the so-called willpower could be before, but he was covered in injuries, and when he saw Song Yuzhang lying not far away with his hands and feet in good hands, he really felt I don't feel how unbearable the physical pain is.

"Okay, I can feel at ease now," Meng Sushan stood at the end of the hospital bed, looking at Song Yuzhang with a smile on her face, "Yuzhang, I'm really sorry for disturbing your recovery, Second Young Master Nie, please trouble me when I'm not around." How helpful you are."

Nie Yinbing nodded.

"Thank you," Meng Tingjing also said. His throat was hurt and he felt a little pain, but since Song Yuzhang was by his side, the pain was negligible. "Second Young Master Nie, I heard that you were very helpful. Thank you very much life-saving grace."

Nie Yinbing said calmly, "You're welcome, I didn't come here to save you."

Meng Sushan's complexion suddenly became a little complicated.

Meng Tingjing calmly said: "I know, thank you for that too, just treat it as me being honored by the jade badge."

The expression on Meng Sushan's face instantly became more indescribable. She looked back and forth between the three of them in embarrassment, and suddenly understood something.

She somewhat regretted transferring Meng Tingjing to Song Yuzhang's ward. With Meng Tingjing's temper, Bao Buqi would get angry when he was recuperating.

But the hospital bed had already been moved, and it was not easy to backtrack. Meng Sushan carefully observed Meng Tingjing. Meng Tingjing's face was peaceful, but she only looked at Song Yuzhang, showing no sign of anger.

After a while, Meng Sushan left first. The pier is inseparable from people, and the chamber of commerce is also in chaos. She usually looks like a good wife and mother, but in reality she is a woman who does not give way to men. Meng Tingjing must be unable to take charge of the overall situation now. , then only she will go to the top first.

Nie Yinbing has also left, and he also has other things to do. He is going to investigate the murderer of the bombing case, and the arsenal and mine cannot be stopped. In fact, the arsenal, including the mine, is dispensable to him. What's important is that he doesn't think it's much use for him to stay in the hospital.

Song Yuzhang didn't need him.

Only Song Yuzhang and Meng Tingjing were left in the ward, and Song Yuzhang turned his face slightly.

Meng Tingjing was looking at him sideways, and when their eyes met, Meng Tingjing said: "I finally see you."

Song Yuzhang remained silent.

Meng Tingjing stared at Song Yuzhang for a long time, and suddenly smiled, a tear rolled down from his eyes without warning.

Song Yuzhang's face shook slightly, "Ting Jing..."

"I'm fine," Meng Tingjing subconsciously said, rubbing the corners of her eyes on the pillow, "Hey, I'm just so happy. Fortunately, you're fine and we're fine."

Song Yuzhang was still in a trance, feeling that his narrow escape this time was similar to every other time.

This is not the first time he has survived from the edge of life and death. There is a touch in his heart, but the touch is not deep. Anyway, people are fine, and there is nothing to be sentimental. Now he wants to know who did it and why. Such heavy hands.

Now the patrol room is still investigating, and it is said that there is no clue.

Not surprising, it would be hell if a group of idiots could be found out.

If he hadn't been injured, Song Yuzhang really wanted to check it himself.

who can that be?

Song Yuzhang turned his face and looked at the ceiling, "Last time you said that setting up an arsenal was dangerous. Could it be that someone attacked us because of this?"

Meng Tingjing was watching Song Yuzhang tenderly, and listened to Song Yuzhang's serious question suddenly. He couldn't react for a while, and then said after a while: "It's unlikely. They want to attack. Wouldn't it be easier to blow up the arsenal directly?"

"The arsenal is well-prepared, and the chamber of commerce comes in and out, so it's easy to attack."

"What you said is also reasonable, but I just came back with the government's warrant. I don't think they should be so bold as to openly oppose the above."

Song Yuzhang said "Yes", "What you said makes sense."

Meng Tingjing smiled slightly, "Really?"

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, Meng Tingjing suffered some scratches on his face, his complexion was still pale due to excessive blood loss, but his eyes were extraordinarily clear and energetic, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Song Yuzhang said: "You just thanked Yinbing, is it sincere? Or is it ridicule?"

Meng Tingjing said: "Sincerely."

"I admit that I disliked the people of Nie's family in every possible way. That's because... hey, forget it, I was wrong, so I won't mention it. Nie Yinbing saved you and me. Can't I thank you? him?"

Song Yuzhang blinked his eyelashes slightly. What surprised him about the explosion was that Meng Tingjing comforted him in the ruins and said that Nie Yinbing would come to rescue him.

He thought that with Meng Tingjing's temperament, even if he was about to die, he would grit his teeth and insist that he would rescue him, and would never mention others and use Nie Yinbing to comfort him.

"Does the wound hurt?" Meng Tingjing asked seeing that he was silent.

"Pain always hurts, and it's not made of iron." Song Yuzhang smiled self-deprecatingly, "I never thought that two broken ribs would hurt like that."

The main reason is that he injured his lungs. The doctor meant that his luck was really good enough, otherwise his ribs pierced his lungs, and he would have been lying on his head for so long, even a god would not be able to save him.

"When I feel better, I'll go and catch the murderer of the bombing myself," Meng Tingjing said with a calm face, "The Haizhou patrols are all gangsters, and they can't do anything."

Song Yuzhang said: "I'm afraid, the murderer has been silenced long ago."

"possible."

"Forget it, don't think about it yet, get well and recuperate, you are hurt more than me."

"Is it serious? It's just a small injury. I fought with others in Cambridge back then, and my injuries were much more serious than this."

Song Yuzhang scoffed at his words, "You don't have many scars on your body."

After hearing this, Meng Tingjing couldn't help laughing again, "I didn't mention this first, do you remember how many scars I have on my body?"

Song Yuzhang said slowly: "I have never forgotten anyone's naked body."

Meng Tingjing was speechless. After a long while, he choked out a sentence, "Then you have a really good memory." For some reason, Song Yuzhang laughed. Song Yuzhang laughed endlessly, but it made Meng Tingjing worry, "You hurt your heart, stop laughing."

Song Yuzhang let out a sigh of relief with a smile, and he turned his face again, with a faint radiance on his face, "Ting Jing."

"Ok?"

"I... take my words back."

"Which one?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Think about it yourself."

Meng Tingjing has an amazing memory. It can be said that he can remember every word and every sentence since he met Song Yuzhang quite clearly. After careful calculation, he found that Song Yuzhang had said a lot of "bad words" to him. It's easy to judge, but since it is said to be retracted, it is a good thing, Meng Tingjing smiled lightly, and followed the same example, "I also retract my sentence."

Song Yuzhang laughed, "Is that the phrase 'I love you'?"

Meng Tingjing blushed slightly, "I didn't say that to make you laugh at me all the time."

"Speak out, you don't care how I use it."

"..."

Meng Tingjing turned his face away and also looked at the ceiling. Both of his hands were injured, and he couldn't caress his chest. Enlightenment is enlightenment, thinking is thinking, but Song Yuzhang is really annoying!

After the two recuperated for a week, Song Yuzhang's condition was much better than Meng Tingjing's. He was able to get out of bed and take care of himself. Meng Tingjing was still half paralyzed and needed a lot of people to take care of him, especially the burn on his back, which had to be changed every other day. Every time the medicine was changed, Meng Tingjing asked someone to pull the curtain to prevent Song Yuzhang from seeing it.

Through the curtain, Song Yuzhang could only see the busy backs of the people, and when the curtain was opened, Meng Tingjing lay on his side facing him as if nothing had happened, but Song Yuzhang must have been in pain seeing the sweat on his temples.

"Call if it hurts," Song Yuzhang sat up slowly after the doctors left, "I won't laugh at you."

Meng Tingjing smiled, "It doesn't hurt at all."

"If you want to be a tough guy, then do it, I don't care about you."

"That's not right. I'm a tough guy. What do you mean by being a tough guy?"

"You, tough guy?"

Song Yuzhang couldn't help shaking his head, and then said with a serious expression: "You are a little boy."

Meng Tingjing laughed angrily, "Little boy?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Don't you feel it when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror?"

Meng Tingjing said: "Whenever I look in the mirror, I don't feel that I am a jerk. If I am a jerk, you will be the same!"

"Joke, I am so handsome, how can I be a little boy?"

"Aren't you white? You are white all over, nothing but white..."

"When you say this, you'd better think about yourself first, aren't you a fan?"

Meng Tingjing's face turned red from suffocation, and finally turned from red to white, and said calmly: "Don't you like it very much? I praise it for its clean and beautiful color."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said: "Yes, I like it very much. I liked Xiaobailian at that time."

Meng Tingjing listened to him turn the topic back, and was about to argue again, when he suddenly noticed the meaning of Song Yuzhang's words, and then he was slightly startled: "Then what now?"

"Now?" Song Yuzhang touched the teacup and sucked his saliva, and said slowly, "I like tough guys now."

"What are you doing standing here?"

Wan Lan was startled by the voice behind her, turned her head to meet Nie Yin's cold eyes, and hurriedly saluted, "Second Master Nie is good."

Nie Yinbing carried a lunch box, and Wan Lan also carried a food box.

"Young Master and Fifth Master were talking inside, and they were talking happily, so I just want to go in later." Wan Lan explained softly.

Nie Yinbing leaned forward.

The glass windows reflected the scene in the ward.

Song Yuzhang was sitting facing Meng Tingjing, he could only see Song Yuzhang's back, Meng Tingjing was lying on his side with a smile on his face.

Nie Yinbing looked away, he glanced at the food box in Wan Lan's hand, and said, "What's inside?"

Wan Lan quickly opened it for him to check, "Second Master Nie, don't worry, everything has been inspected, it's guaranteed to be fine, and it's all the fifth master's favorite food. The young master has no special preferences, and the kitchen is full of fifth master's favorite food. What I do is to invigorate Qi and blood, and help recovery."

Nie Yinbing said "hmm", "Take it in."

He turned around to leave, but Wan Lan stopped him again, "Then Second Master Nie..."

"No need," Nie Yinbing said sideways, "don't say I've been here."