People lying on the bed are not much blood on their faces. Some broken hair block their cheeks, adding a bit of broken beauty to her.

Jiang Zhihan's slightly eager step, when he saw the person in the sick bed with peace of mind, he stopped suddenly.

He stepped forward, lowered his head, and quietly pulled away the hair that blocked his face.

"Song Qinggou-"

Jiang Zhihan's voice is very light.

For the first time, he was so angry when he saw Song Qingyou.

Like the exquisite puppet in the glass window.

It is beautiful enough, but inexplicable.

Jiang Zhihan looked at it for two seconds, reached out subconsciously, and wanted to touch the opponent's face.

But as soon as his fingers approached, Song Qingyou suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Immediately, the people on the bed opened their eyes suddenly.

Qing Jun's young man stood beside the hospital bed and bent slightly.

The hair that should be good at taking care of it, at this moment, it looks a little messy.

Usually, there is a meticulous buckle to the top shirt buttons. At this moment, the two buttons above are unlocked, exposing fair collarbone and obvious muscle lines.

nice.

Want to touch.

Realizing what he thought, Song Qingyou quickly moved away, and then he looked at him with cold and Jiang Zhihan.

"I--"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Song Qingyou asked first: "How can you be here?"

"I saw the news." After Jiang Zhihan finished speaking, he looked at his hand that he was firmly grasped.

After Song Qingyou, I saw it after I saw it, and then hurriedly let go.

"Excuse me."

She didn't ask cleverly. Jiang Zhihan just reached out what he wanted to do, so as not to be embarrassed.

Compared to this, what happened to the crew was more important last night.

"Do you see Sister Lan?"

"I let her go back to rest." Jiang Zhihan didn't change his face, "You have a problem, you can ask me directly."

Song Qingyou: "..."

"This is President Jiang ... what you want to take care of?"

Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "You can understand this way."

After speaking, I asked: "Are you hungry? Do you want to drink porridge?"

Song Qingyou nodded.

She thought that the other party would directly instruct the assistant to buy porridge back, and when she saw Jiang Zhihan get up.

"What porridge do you want to drink? Seafood?"

"You can." Song Qingyou was a little surprised, "President Jiang ... want to go in person?"

Jiang Zhihan laughed and laughed: "Rest assured, I will buy things."

Song Qingyou: "..."

How can this be a question of whether you will buy things? This is the question you will suddenly run over and take care of people in person!

I think it is weird.

However, without waiting for Song Qingyou to ask the reason, Jiang Zhihan had run to buy porridge.

As soon as he left, Song Qingyou watched Zhu Jiao's live broadcast, and by the way, think about countermeasures.

Ten minutes later, in the quiet ward, only Song Qingyou made a slight sound when drinking porridge.

None of the two spoke.

The atmosphere that should have appeared to be depressed and embarrassing, but somehow made Song Qingyou feel relaxed.

Maybe because Jiang Zhihan didn't deliberately stare at her, he has been busy with herself?

Song Qingyou finished drinking the porridge and couldn't help but raise his eyes to see the man sitting by the window.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows looked serious and gentle, and the surrounding sun was placed with a layer of halo, which made people sigh that the sunlight today is just right.

However, after Jiang Zhihan raised his head, the pair of eye -catching dark green eyes looked sharp, and there was no expression.

Song Qingyou watched some of them.

It took a few seconds to react

——The Jiang Zhihan raised his head?!

Peeking at others being caught.

And it's not the first time.

Even if Song Qingyou's skin is thicker, the cheeks are slightly reddish at this moment.

Jiang Zhihan's magnetic voice broke the silence: "Is it good?"

Song Qingyou nodded without hesitation.

In her eyes, Jiang Zhihan looks better than those virtual figure modeling.

Even through many worlds, Jiang Zhihan's face value in her aesthetics is also well -deserved No.1.

People are visual animals and they like good -looking things. Of course, she is no exception. This is normal ...

I was immersed in my thoughts, trying to persuade Song Qingyou, who did not need to be difficult, and suddenly heard a laugh.

When she looked up, the people in front of her asked unknown:

"How long do you want to see?"

Listening to your breath, it seems to see how long it means to see.

Song Qingyou asked: "President Jiang has so for all partners ... Is it tolerant?"

"Just right to you."

This answer looks ambiguous.

Jiang Zhihan just talks about it casually, or is there any other meaning?

Song Qingyou crooked his head, and wanted to chase the roots.

But before she opened her mouth, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.

"who?"

"It's me." Zhong Jiayin's voice sounded.

Song Qingyou never thought about it, this young lady would come to visit herself.

The people outside the door seemed to know what Song Qingyou was thinking, and said angrily:

"Hurry up!"

"If you don't want to be talked about by the media, say that the actor relationship of the crew is not harmonious, I won't come to see you, so don't blame me to bother you."

Song Qingyou didn't look at the mobile phone. Where did you not know that the outside world is not good for her? At this time, many people want to avoid suspicion.

Moreover, even if the relationship between the two is not harmonious, Zhong Jiayin has no loss, because this rumor has long been there with Zhu Jiao's efforts.

Therefore, Zhong Jiayin clearly came to visit her.

In the last sentence, think about it carefully, probably because of fear of disturbing her.

Although Song Qingyou was a little unexpected, the first one who came after she woke up was Zhong Jiayin, but she couldn't let the other party stand at the door, so she looked at Jiang Zhihan.

"President Jiang-"

She wants Jiang Zhihan to go out from another door.

But before it was exported, Jiang Zhihan seemed to understand the wrong meaning, and went straight to open the ward door.

Then Zhong Jiayin's hands were in his hands, and the fruit basket he took from the assistant was "slammed" and fell to the ground.

"Jiang, Jiang, Jiang, Jiang!"

As soon as Zhong Jiayin opened his mouth, it was enough to show how surprising her.

Jiang Zhihan has no expression: "Are you ...?"

"I am Zhong Jiayin, I have seen you at the birthday feast of Mr. Jiang before."
To be continued...