Song Shaoyan sat on the sofa without saying a word. He held his head and looked tired.

Ye Jiaqi sat beside the hospital bed to accompany Ning An.

"Mr. Song, An An has lost a lot of weight." Ye Jiaqi raised his head and looked at the man not far away.

She vaguely knew something, so she also knew that Song Shaoyan didn't like Ning An.

The man frowned.

"I didn't take good care of her. I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Mr. Song, An An is very busy at work and may not be able to take care of herself. Please pay more attention. An An is very good. She has always taken good care of me."

Seeing Ning An like this, she felt very distressed.

She knew that Ning An married from afar and came to the capital.

She is not from Beijing, her hometown is in City C.

My parents are gone long ago, and there is only one grandfather who lives abroad all year round.

Although her family was well off, and her grandfather and Song Shaoyan's grandfather were former comrades-in-arms, they were married far away after all, and they were all alone.

And her marriage just looks very loving.

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan responded in a low voice.

Ye Jiaqi took out an apple from the fruit basket and prepared to peel it for Ning An.

"I'll do it." Song Shaoyan took the apple and fruit knife from her hand.

Ye Jiaqi did not refuse.

"Mr. Song, is it serious? Has An An's fever subsided?"

"The doctor said to wait until the water is removed and then observe."

"Then will you take care of her in the hospital?"

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan lowered his head and peeled the apple.

The man has a clear face, especially when he is carefully peeling an apple. He is elegant and elegant.

Ye Jiaqi looked at him for a long time.

No wonder Ning An likes him. This man has the qualities to make people like him, but if love is not consensual, it is destined not to last long.

Ye Jiaqi felt sorry for Ning'an.

"Mr. Song, I will often go to the hospital to see An An these days. Don't bother me."

"Won't."

Perhaps due to unfamiliarity, Song Shaoyan didn't talk much to her.

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon.

Ning An's fever subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling feebly.

Ye Jiaqi held his head and dozed off, and in the blink of an eye he saw Ning An waking up.

"An'an!" She ran over, "I finally woke up, are you feeling better?"

Ye Jiaqi touched her forehead and found that it was no longer hot.

"I'm a little tired. Why did I end up in the hospital..."

Ning An's face was still very pale, and he propped himself up on the bed to sit up.

"Mr. Song said you had a fever and he sent you to the hospital. He went to buy you food and will probably be back soon."

"Oh." Ning An frowned.

Ye Jiaqi sat beside the bed and brought her an apple.

"Are you hungry? Eat something when the fever is gone. Mr. Song cut this by himself."

"I don't really want to eat it."

"It's okay, then I'll stay with you."

"Good day, thank you."

Ning'an's hair hung down on both sides of her shoulders. It was dry and had lost its usual luster.

Her face looked extremely haggard and without any blood.

There was plenty of heating in the ward, but she was cold all over.

"When does the doctor say I can be discharged from the hospital?" Ning An asked.

"When Mr. Song comes back, let him ask the doctor. You are still very weak. Please wait. Don't worry."

Ning An nodded.

Ye Jiaqi poured her a glass of boiled water. Ning An held the warm water glass and rubbed it gently.

At this moment, Song Shaoyan pushed the door open and entered.

He was carrying a shopping bag with a lot of food in it. He also bought hot porridge for Ning An.

Ning An raised his head, glanced at him, and then lowered his head.
Chapter completed!