Zong Yanxi stood in the corridor, looked at Zhuang Jiawen's back as he left, and took a deep breath.

She just wanted to take Zhuang Zijin to visit the old place again, but she didn't expect so many things to happen.

She thought silently in her heart that this place is really not a good place, and nothing is related to it.

In the ward.

The doctor examined Song En's wound on his back, "Avoid spicy and cold, try to lie on his left and right sides when sleeping, do not lie flat, and try not to rub the wound behind him."

Songen said, “I get it.”

"This is medicine, once in the morning and evening, applied to the wound."

The doctor said again.

At this time, Zong Yanxi came in with the food. She walked in, put the food on the table, and asked the doctor, "When will his injury be healed?"

"It won't take too long. In two days, as long as you don't touch the wounds behind you, you can walk down the ground. The wounds behind you will always be able to scab in ten or half a month."

The doctor replied.

Zong Yanxi nodded, "Thank you."

The doctor said, "This is what we should do."

"Try not to get water from the patient's wound."

The doctor instructed.

Zong Yanxi said, "Okay."

The doctor went to another ward to check the rounds. Zong Yanxi took the doctor out. After coming back, he closed the door, walked to the table, and opened the food, "You should be hungry, are you?"

"fine."

Songen felt a little uncomfortable and a little cautious.

After expressing his feelings, Zong Yanxi also accepted him. Now that he lives in the same room, he always feels that there is something that is not so natural.

Zong Yanxi sat down to the bed, picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth, "This pumpkin porridge has wine-making meatballs added to it. Do you want to taste it?"

Song En looked up at her, "I..."                                                          �

Her eyes met his gaze.

"How come you are hesitating?"

She asked.

Songen stuttered the porridge she handed over and said, "It's delicious."

After chewing it for a few seconds, he swallowed it and said, "If you regret it..."                                                    

Before Song En could finish his words, Zong Yanxi interrupted him.

"A gentleman's words are as good as hell. If you say something, the water you poured out will be poured out unless you regret it."

"How could I go back on my word?"

Songen sat upright excitedly, as if proving his sincerity, but his movements were too fast, pulling the wound behind him, making him feel heartbroken.

He just gently pulled the tip of his eyebrows and did not show much.

"You can slow down, you still have any injuries on your body."

Zong Yanxi pretended to be strict, "Don't move."

Songen gently pulled the corners of his lips, and a faint smile appeared, like the spring breeze, light and soft.

"What are you laughing at?"

She handed another spoonful of porridge to his lips.

Songen looked at her, "Did I laugh?"

"Do I want you to take a picture?"

She glanced at him coquettishly, "Eat well."

Her expression was right, "When you recover from your injury, I will tell my parents when I go back."

Songen paused, reached out to cover her hand, and nodded lightly.

Three days later.

Zhuang Jiawen figured out the whole story.

"This Jiang Mohan is so lingering!"

He sneered coldly.

"Is it his mastermind for this incident?"

Song En asked.

Although he is not very familiar with Jiang Mohan, he has talked with him several times, and Songen felt that he would not do this.

"After my investigation, this incident was planned by Li Xiaohui and Nancheng. The purpose of planning this kidnapping was to put my sister in danger. Jiang Mohan came forward to rescue her again, so as to win my sister's forgiveness, but for some reason, Jiang Mohan did not show up."

Zhuang Jiawen said.

Songen had a question mark in his heart.

If Jiang Mohan participates in this matter, then he is still the main character. How could he lose his links at critical moments?

"Have you found out?"

Song En asked.

"Nancheng is someone around Jiang Mohan. Didn't he instruct him to take his own initiative?"

Zhuang Jiawen sneered, “I thought I could be forgiven in this way?

It's simply a fool!"

Speaking of Jiang Mohan, Zhuang Jiawen was full of contempt for him.

"I used to deceive my sister's feelings, but now I use such despicable means to be looked down upon!"

Song En's eyes turned to Zong Yanxi.

There was no expression on her face.

It seemed that someone looked at her, raised her eyes and collided with Song En's gaze. She showed a calm and gentle smile.

She didn't feel much about Jiang Mohan now when she heard this name.

Songen knew everything about the past, and she didn't want to say more.

Songen is an adult, and he should have thought it through clearly.

He can't even care, so why should she always mention it?

Let the past become the past.

Zhuang Jiawen said to himself, not realizing the interaction between Song En and Zong Yanxi at all.

"I have also investigated the details of Li Xiaohui. The family has no background. It's just that they have two money. If you want to deal with such a person, don't be too simple. I want her to know what regret is."
Chapter completed!