Chapter 50: How clumsy (3)

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Chapter 50 is how clumsy (3)
Don't think about it, you will know who's clothes when you smell it.
Too familiar, who can be in addition to Song Tingyu?
She threw the coat off the sofa and put on her shoes and went to Song Weixi's bed. He hadn't woken up yet.
The days outside have already brightened up, and it is estimated that there are already eight or nine points.
This ward now knows her and Song Weixi. As for where Song Ting met, Su Shi did not have much interest to know, maybe it was something wrong with Bai Yu, so he went back, anyway, in his heart, White is the most important thing. Where is she willing to do something a little?
When Su Shi just wanted to pull the chair and sit next to him with Song Weixi, the door of the ward was opened from the outside at this time.
Coming in is Song Tingyu.
He saw Su Shi, who had already woken up, still stunned, apparently thinking she would sleep more.
Song Tingyu carried a few bags on his hand. When he came in, he gently closed the door and placed several bags on the coffee table to take things out from it.
It was breakfast.
"Since you wake up, come over and have something to eat."
Su Shi looked over and found that she was actually her favorite breakfast shop. She couldn’t help but also stunned. How did Song Tingyu know that he liked to eat that store?
She suddenly thought that the last time she was beaten by Qiao Qing, Lin Yanhuan bought her breakfast, and bought the breakfast of this store. At that time, Song Tingyu was also there.
So, is this coincidence or...
Did he go there specifically?
In fact, Su Shi is more willing to treat these as coincidences and not want to think more, even though the breakfast shop is far from the hospital, the two places are basically in two directions, one in the south and one in the north.
But Su Shi really didn't want to think too much, because many times she thought about the consequences, she found that she was just a self-love.
Seeing that she was still not in the place, Song Ting encountered her hand and walked over to pull her up: "You haven't eaten for a long time, your body is weak."
Su Shi was quite disgusted that he held his own, so she turned her wrist and broke his hand: "I come."
She is very clear, even if she has no appetite, but should eat something to add energy.
She went to the bathroom and washed her hands and face. Song Tingyu had placed the buns and porridge on the coffee table.
Still drinking hot porridge, but the distance to here is so far, a few degrees of weather, so it is hard to imagine how fast he used to come back.
At this point, it was the time when the breakfast shop was the most, because the food was delicious and the price was favorable, so many people liked to go to their store, especially on the weekend morning, always like a young and old. So, this time in the past, often need to line up.
Today is the weekend.
No matter whether Song Tingyu happened to pass there or went there specially, but they could not escape the fate of queuing.
It may be that the time spent outside is too long, so he still has a chill on his body, and Su Shi can feel it by sitting next to him.
She groaned and glanced at his forehead.
She knew that this was the wound left by a car accident that came to the hospital yesterday. It seems that he has not dealt with it, so now the blood flowing out of the mouth has dried up.
He still wears the black shirt last night. After a car accident, he is already crumpled. At this moment, he has a little bit of cold and precious.
But she licked her lips and said nothing.
Su Shi’s dawn was still recovering in the future. Suddenly, Song Tingyu also looked up at this time, and the two men’s dawn collided.
She was a bit stunned to look away, pretending to be inadvertent, but in fact only she knew it, it seemed so deliberate.
She began to bow her head to drink porridge and never looked up again.
"Su Shi." Song Ting met with a low voice.
The movements in her hand paused, but did not speak. The long eyelashes hang down like two small brushes, casting a small shadow on the white face, moving up and down with her breath.
"Vichy's thing, let's talk."
Su Shi looked up and just wanted to talk, but the door of the ward was opened at this time, and Lu Zhan, wearing a white coat, appeared in their sight.
He glanced at Su Shi on their side and smiled: "You eat slowly, I am here to see Vichy."
Lu Zhan is a surgeon, so he is basically very busy. Now it is time to come and see Song Weixi. After he went to the bed and looked at it, he wanted to leave immediately, but he went to the door and found that he had forgotten. Things, so I folded back and put a bag on the coffee table.
He pointed to the injury on Song Ting's forehead: "I just called Auntie and asked me to come over and help you with the wound, but since Su Shi is there, let Su Shi help, but the skin is traumatic, not complicated. I have an operation for a while, I will go first."
He said, he blinked at Su, and then left.
After Lu Zhan left, the ward seemed to have returned to silence, and the atmosphere was very strange. Su Shi and Song Tingyu did not speak.
Song Tingyu reached out and took the bag that Lu Zhan put on the coffee table and opened it. There were bandages, disinfectant potions, cotton swabs and the like.
He touched his wound with his hand, frowned, unscrewed the lid of the disinfectant, and dipped it with a cotton swab. When he just wanted to touch the wound, Su Shi’s hand stretched over and took the cotton swab: "Let me do it."
When she finished, she stood up and went to the bathroom, screwed a warm towel out, and stood opposite Song Tingyu. I used a towel to help him wipe the blood on his forehead.
Because the time is too long, the blood stains are stuck on the skin, and it is very difficult to wipe. Her strength has increased, but she accidentally pressed it to the mouth. The wound that has already begun to heal immediately has blood coming out. .
Su Shi saw the blood, and he panicked: "I'm sorry."
"Just handle it, just stick the gauze." Song Tingyu was holding her thin, white wrist at this time, whispering.
He still remembers to talk to her about Song Weixi.
After all, Song Weixi has not yet woken up, and some of the embarrassment between them is still better to solve early.
Su Shi nodded, cleaned it with disinfectant water, and tore the gauze attached to the wound, which was finally completed.
"All right."
When her voice just fell, she found that something was wrong. She and Song Ting met too close, and the two breaths seemed to blend together.