Chapter 132: One hundred and thirty-two gangsters

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Five days later, Song Yunhe and Xiao Yuanmu finally returned to the city of Y.
Previously, I planned to fly to Y city directly, but Song Ye and the wound were infected at the time, and Dr. Nathan suggested that it is best to let Song Ye and Lin country z of country X go to the country and stabilize the wound for a few days before returning to city Y. Xiao Yuanmu ignored Song Yonghe's protests, and stayed in country Z for three days to make sure everything was stable before setting off for Y city.
City Municipal Hospital.
After Dr. Nathan changed Song Yaohe's medicine, he did not take long to bring Song Renhe in front of him.
Song Yanhe looked at the person and smiled at him, saying, "It's been a long time, Dr. Yu."
"Mr. Song." Yu Yan nodded coldly. "Listening to the teacher that you and I are old friends, but I remember we only met a few times."
"But Zhou Nan and I are good friends." Song Yan and Gou Lip said: "Please sit down."
Yu Yan's expression changed slightly. She looked at Song Ye and sat down next to him. Dr. Nathan laughed and said something was wrong before leaving.
"What do you want me to do?"
Song Yanhe glanced at the closed door and said, "I know you worked in the Xiao family before, so I wanted to ask you about the current situation of the Xiao family."
"I only stayed with the Xiao family for one month." Yu Yan said: "It is not clear what happened to the Xiao family."
"Is your person who was in distress before Xiao Baizheng?" Song Zhenghe said, "There are several doctors in the Xiao family. Are there different people in charge of each doctor?"
"I can't answer your first question." Yu Yan said: "The second I can tell you that the Xiao family has its own medical team, and each doctor has his own area of ​​expertise and responsibility, not the private property of a certain Xiao family owner. Doctors."
"But there are also masters who are better friends or more familiar." Song Zhenghe said: "Otherwise, there will be difficult events."
"This has nothing to do with the Xiao family, it's just a situation that every workplace can't avoid." Yu Yan looked faint: "There will be suppression if there is competition between peers, which is normal."
Song Zhenghe raised his eyebrows: "So how do you now follow Xiao Yuanmu alone?"
"Because Dr. Nathan is my teacher." Yu Yan said: "If you want to know, I suggest you ask Mr. Xiao instead of me. If he wants you to know, you can know everything, if he doesn't want you If you know, it does n’t help to ask me. I know your relationship. If things need to be explained by others, it wo n’t last.

In the last sentence, Yu Yan's expression sank a little, apparently thinking of something.
Song Ye and knew what Zhou Nan's personality was, and also knew that Zhou Nan and Yu Yan's relationship was indeed Zhou Nan's unreasonable. As a friend of Zhou Nan, he also wanted to poke Yu Yan's pain, so he turned to the topic Says: "Do you know how to get faster after a wound infection? And I suddenly wanted to eat boiled fish fillets. Can I eat them?"
"I heard the teacher say that you are in good health. Now that the wound has been treated, you can go back for healing in a short time, and it will take less time to heal. Boiled fish should wait for you to recover before eating."
Yu Yan stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, I will go out first."
Song Zhenghe nodded, and then said, "My mobile phone was taken away by Xiao Yuanmu. If it is convenient, please tell Zhou Nan for me that I am in city Y, but do n’t tell him my current situation, please. Now. "
Yu Yan paused for a moment, pouting for refusal, but saw Xiao Yuanmu push in the door. When he reached his mouth, he swallowed again, and gently bowed to Xiao Yuanmu and left the ward.
"Are you looking for Yu Yan?" Xiao Yuanmu walked to Song Ye and placed the freshly cooked porridge on the table, and opened the lid of the incubator and said, "The chicken porridge you want to drink."
"There is so little meat." Song Yonghe picked up the spoon and stirred, lowering his eyes, "I want to ask him about your situation in the Xiao family. I didn't expect him to reveal a word."
Xiao Yuanmu took out the prepared side dishes one by one and placed them in front of Song Yan and the porridge bowl, and said lightly, "You just want to know what you want to ask me."
Song Yunhe put down his spoon: "How is your father and Xiao family owner's health now?"
"It's still in treatment." Xiao Yuanmu sat down on the other side of the table, his voice difficult to distinguish: "His doctors are very careful, and he's fine now."
"You've lost so much time looking for me in country X. Don't you need to see him?"
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes and looked at Song Yan and the drooping eyelashes, and said, "Your wound has never been better before, so I have never told you."
"What?" Song Yanhe raised his eyes and collided with Xiao Yuanmu's eyes.
"Dr. Nathan said that you can be discharged tomorrow. I have sent someone to clean up my apartment. You will move directly to my apartment tomorrow."
Song Yan and Tong Ren shook for a moment, Gu Gu said, "I am a gunshot wound, can I recover so quickly?"
"Your wound didn't hurt the internal organs and bones, and it recovered very quickly." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "Now the infection has been dealt with, just wait for the wound to heal, and someone will change the medicine for you when you return."
"I think……"
"Don't you dislike the hospital?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at him and said, "Or just don't want to live with me?"
"No." Song Xunhe pursed her lips. "You will be discharged tomorrow."
Xiao Yuanmu bowed his head, watching Song Yan and drinking porridge quietly.
After Song Yihe finished drinking, he cleaned the table and waited for people to clean up everything, and then said, "Wait for your wound, I'll make it for you."
Song Yihe leaned on the pillow, looked up at Xiao Yuanmu, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed with indignation, and asked, "Do everything?"
"What do you want to eat?"
Song Yan and his eyes flickered, reaching for Xiao Yuanmu's neck, and staring directly at his lips, the end of his eyes was wicked: "Guess."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened, and he leaned down and kissed his lips, so as not to rip his wounds, lips, teeth, phases, and intersects as he did last time, and never forget to keep chanting Song Yan and keep him from messing Move and kiss while whispering, "You can eat whatever you want."
After the two were separated, Xiao Yuanmu opened the computer office brought by him as usual, Song Yehe took his own camera to look at the photos taken before. Occasionally, inspiration came to draw a picture on paper, only as long as more than five Minutes, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes will be swept away, and then Song Kun and Ben will lay down Bi Yi and return to the pillow with interest, because these are the operations these days, Song Kun and the movements are extremely familiar.
"Don't mess around."
Xiao Yuanmu only gave a faint reminder, and then continued his work.
Song Yanhe raised his eyebrows, picked up the sketchbook in front of him, and drew to Xiao Yuanmu who was working.
Xiao Yuanmu looked up, before waiting for him to speak, Song Xihe stepped forward: "The sketch of my painting, two minutes."
"Don't touch the wound."
Xiao Yuanmu continued to work with his head down, Song Ye and Brush Brush finished sketching, and looked forward. In the past few days in the hospital, he has spent countless copies of Xiao Yuanmu's sketches, each of which is not delicate, but Vividly portraying his own shadow, people can see the action form and mood of the person in the painting at a glance.
Louis once saw Song Kunhe's paintings very novel, because this book not only contains sketches, but also some silent paintings relying on memories and imagination, but whatever it is, in Song Kunhe's paintings, Xiao Yuanmu's The mood always becomes very understandable.
Song Yonghe never deliberately portrayed his brow and eyes, but people who read the painting just can understand Xiao Yuanmu's mood through this painting, which is a very magical experience.
The people in Mingming's paintings can recognize Xiao Yuanmu at a glance. The movements and expressions of the people in Mingming's paintings have the usual shadow of Xiao Yuanmu, but they seem to be different from the Xiao Yuanmu they saw.
This is Xiao Yuanmu in the eyes of Song Yan and He.
Simple, pure, without a hint of obscurity and unpredictability.
Louis asked Song Yihe: "How did you guess Xiao's mood through Xiao's fundamentally unchanged expression and eyes that could not see any emotions, and how did you draw this picture? I suddenly felt Xiao It became very easy to understand, but obviously nothing has changed, but it seems like everything has changed. If you can, can you draw me? I'm curious what I will look like in your eyes. "
Song Yanhe originally planned to agree, because in his opinion everyone who painted was practicing, but before he agreed, Xiao Yuanmu returned, and he refused Song Yanhe's request.
Xiao Yuanmu said, "He can only paint me."
Louis left indignantly, there were many more sketches of Xiao Yuanmu in Song Jihe's book, Xiao Yuanmu occasionally flipped over, and even frowned when he saw a certain painting, it seemed to be lost in thought.
Song Kun asked him once: "What frown do you look at my painting?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes did not move away from the paintings in his hand, and he whispered, "What were you thinking about when painting these paintings?"
"I didn't think of anything," Song Yunhe said, "it's just drawing."
Xiao Yuanmu asked again, "When you painted me, what did you think I was thinking?"
"Work?" Song Yanhe guessed: "Is the cooperation case successful, is the project proposed by others feasible, think about the next step ..."
"No." Xiao Yuanmu interrupted Song Xunhe lightly, spread out the book in his hand to Song Xunhe, pointed at the typewriter in the painting, and said, "I miss you."
Song Yi and Yi Yi did not answer.
Xiao Yuanmu continued: "At that time you have drawn three minutes and fifteen seconds, and I was thinking if I should remind you."
Song Yan was paused, Xiao Yuanmu turned the next picture, the man in the painting looked up at the people outside the painting, his eyes were sharp but his eyes were not sharp, but with a touch of softness: "This is what you say coquettishly When you say you want to eat mango. "
Song Yan coughed and frowned, and asked, "When did I coquettish?"
"You told me not to eat mango wounds will worsen." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly: "Isn't this coquettish?"
"Then you are thinking about this picture?" Song Yanhe raised his eyebrows in annoyance.
"I was thinking, if I gave you mango, would you kiss me, like you bribe me when you said you wanted to eat chicken legs?"
Song Yan and his eyes widened: "I was only by accident!"
At that time, he had just changed his medicine, and when he was playing with his mobile phone, he just saw photos of chicken leg rice sent by others. The photos were very tempting, so that he had eaten lightly for a while. Song Yan and coveted, he opened his mouth to Xiao Yuan. Mu Ti asked, Xiao Yuan Mu refused even thinking about it, and even said very ruthlessly: "Not only ca n’t you eat today, until your wound is fully recovered, nothing greasy and spicy can be touched, I will see Holding you. "
Song Yehe was strictly supervised by him for a few days, and because he had some mental problems, he was depressed for a long time, and asked him if he was upset for a while: "Do you not want to work? If you ca n’t, you can always stay here and not let others give I'll buy."
Xiao Yuanmu raised an eyebrow and said, "You have a dozen people inside and outside of you. No one can avoid my food for you."
Song Yanhe knew that he could not talk to him. When he pulled the quilt, he wanted to lie down, but forgot that he still had a needle in his hand, and the blood quickly flowed back as soon as he moved. Even the needle on his arm moved, Xiao Yuanmu saw it. Quickly wanted to suppress his wound and then called the doctor, but did not expect that Song Ye and the half-sat was not stable at the time, there was a wound on the waist, at this time was pulled by Xiao Yuanmu, and immediately leaked Strength fell to him.
In this fall, Xiao Yuanmu went to help him again, and the two accidentally hit each other so that their mouths rubbed gently.
Song Yuanhe didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to describe the accident as a deliberate coquettish kiss. He wanted to bribe him, and rolled his eyes, "I won't bribe you for a chicken leg."
Xiao Yuanmu said, "I will miss you because you kissed me."
There was no ups and downs in plain words, and his clear voice made him more abstinent, but Song Yonghe instantly turned his ears red and stopped arguing with him.
Later, every time I drew a picture, Song Yuan and my head always floated what Xiao Yuanmu said: I was thinking of you.
Painting and painting, Song Xunhe was out of my mind. Five minutes passed before Xiao Yuanmu looked up and saw Song Xun and his eyes fluttering. I didn't know what I was thinking. The action of holding the sketchbook didn't seem to be a drag. The muscles in the waist should not affect the wound.
But he reminded him, "Five minutes."
Song Xun turned back to his heart, but he had not completely escaped from the memory just now, and he blurted out without saying a word: "Are you thinking of me?"
Xiao Yuanmu typed his fingers and hung in the air.
Song Yunhe reacted instantly, he looked away and said, "You look just like you think about me, but I think it is better to work hard when you work. After all, I'm sitting here, you don't need much miss you."
"So what were you thinking?"
Xiao Yuanmu closed the computer and crossed his fingers. The fork was against his jaw, and the long, straight eyelashes were in the direction of Song Xunhe, and his dark eyes flashed with dark light.
"What am I thinking?" Song Yanhe blinked, his expression innocent: "You should know that I didn't want anything when I was painting."
Xiao Yuanmu hooked his lips and said, "I thought you were thinking of me."
"You're right in front of me." Song Yanhe said, "I have nothing else to think about."
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Do you mean, would you think when I was away?"
Song Xun hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly said, "Maybe occasionally."
"Under what circumstances?"
Hearing that Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be interested in this topic, Song Yehe covered his wounds and frowned slightly: "I lay down for a while, and the wounds are a little uncomfortable. Call me when I eat."
Having said that, he had already placed the sketchbook on the table, retracted himself into the quilt and closed his eyes.
Xiao Yuanmu crossed his eyes and smiled softly, "Good afternoon."
Song Yanhe didn't say anything, she seemed to be asleep.
The warm air of the air conditioner was flowing, and Xiao Yuanmu's tapping on the keyboard sounded softly. Occasionally, he could smell the cold aroma of floating in the air, and it was almost empty.
Song Yanhe closed his eyes, breathing the air that could hardly smell the disinfectant, and listening to the continuous light sound not far away, as if the air was relaxing and comfortable with warmth, which stretched his brows, A little bit into deep sleep.
Not far away, Xiao Yuanmu's tapping on the keyboard stopped. He slowly got up and walked to Song Yan and the bedside. After watching for a long time, he dropped a gentle kiss on the corner of his shallow mouth, and then returned to the original Position to continue working.
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