"Why should I care about you?" Ning An was angry and looked at him condescendingly, "Do I have an obligation to care about you?"

"No." Song Shaoyan said truthfully.

"It's good that you know." Ning An raised his hand and picked up another dumpling, "Eat it."

"Um."

Song Shaoyan had no appetite at first, but Ning An fed him and he actually ate several dumplings.

Later, he couldn't eat anymore, so he shook his head and said, "I won't eat anymore."

"I'll get you a glass of water and you take the medicine."

"I know."

"I'm going to eat first. If you need anything, you can call me."

When Ning An stood up, she happened to meet Song Shaoyan's lonely and helpless eyes. Somehow, it reminded her of the deer she saw tourists in the park, and she was helpless and innocent.

Ning An didn't speak loudly to him, he was just like a primary school student who made mistakes.

She didn't care about him anymore, she was already hungry.

She was eating dumplings in the restaurant and chatting with Xiaoduo while eating.

"Sister An'an, the weather forecast says that there will be heavy rain in Huacheng for the next few days." Xiaoduo sighed, "Mr. Song will be sad."

"Do I need to keep getting injections?"

"Well, the medicine can't be stopped. His condition has worsened in the past year. In the past, one injection could cure the attack for a few days, but now he has to take several injections at a time." Xiaoduo said, "But Mr. Song's temper is much better now.

"I didn't lose my temper last night. In the past, I would have thrown things."

"Where is Jiang Ci?"

"Dr. Jiang is not in Huacheng."

Ning An was eating the dumplings he usually likes to eat, but some of them were unpleasant.

Xiaoduo sighed: "If Mr. Song had good legs, he would be tall and good-looking, and there would be many girls chasing him."

"If he is like this now, will anyone still like him?" Ning An asked.

"There will be people who really like Mr. Song. Mr. Song is very powerful."

"Who would like him?" Ning An said lightly.

"By the way, Sister An An, how did you know Mr. Song before? I heard Dr. Jiang say that Mr. Song used to be very powerful in the capital, the kind that could make all the difference." Xiaoduo's eyes were full of admiration, "Sister An An, you know Mr. Song?"

Boss, you must be very powerful."

"We met when we were discussing business, and we worked together before." Ning An didn't say much.

The short marriage between her and Song Shaoyan was nothing to mention, and she didn't want too many people to know about it.

"so."

Ning'an ate a small bowl of dumplings.

The rain was so heavy that it seemed like a curtain had been drawn between the sky and the earth, making it hazy.

Ning An did not leave immediately. After eating, she went to see Song Shaoyan again.

The medicine on the table has been taken, and Song Shaoyan is leaning on the bedside with his eyes closed to rest, looking tired.

Ning An didn't know if he was sleeping, so he cleared the table for him.

There was a pack of cigarettes on the table. She picked it up, looked at it, and said calmly: "Don't smoke anymore. Your health is not good. You need to take care of yourself. You can't touch things like tobacco and alcohol."

She remembered that Song Shaoyan rarely smoked in the past, and he never smoked in college.

At that time, Song Shaoyan had the neatness and youthful vigor of someone in his early twenties, but he was nowhere near as self-defeating and self-defeating as he is now.

"You will feel better when you smoke." Song Shaoyan was not annoyed, "You will feel better when you are drunk."

"Why did you go to Africa in the first place?"
Chapter completed!