In the hospital.

After Jiang Pan sent the patient to the hospital, he paid the fee and waited for the results outside the clinic with a pair of eyes. He accidentally bumped into someone. Fortunately, the situation was not serious, and he was glad that he stopped at that time.

car.

After waiting for a while, the doctor took the film and read it, and then said to Jiang Pan: "Your boyfriend didn't hurt any bones, but the bruises and abrasions were relatively large. Remember to change the dressing on time."

The gentle boy next to him who had just put on his glasses looked at the doctor and asked, "Will it affect my movements? Doctor?"

The doctor nodded, mainly because the scratch would not heal for a while.

A somewhat worried expression fell in Jiang Pan's eyes, and she immediately said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, and I will be responsible to the end!"

The responsibility is her own, and Jiang Pan never thought of passing it on. She is not the kind of unreasonable person. If she makes a mistake, she makes a mistake, and she must take responsibility when she should.

She was knocked down by everyone and only suffered a scratch. She felt lucky that it wasn't a more serious situation that would have burned her up.

"Ms. Jiang, I don't blame you. It's just that I have classes tomorrow. I was thinking about this. It's just a small injury. It's not serious. I believe you didn't mean it." He looked at the cracks in his glasses and saw some

He touched his eyes complicatedly.

Jiang Pan got out of the car immediately and asked him about his situation. He was too busy thinking about something and didn't notice the situation, so he was hit by Jiang Pan. Strictly speaking, he was also responsible.

Moreover, he was sent to the hospital for examination as soon as possible, and the doctor was asked to conduct a comprehensive examination at Jiangpan's expense. His attitude was very good.

"I will compensate you for the glasses, including your missed work and follow-up treatment. This is not a matter of money, this is my responsibility. I will not rest assured until you recover." Jiang Pan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, here you go.

Caused trouble.

It was only on the way here that she learned the boy's name. He was indeed a serious teacher or a professor.

Song Hang looked at her with a bookish look on his face, put on his glasses, and then shook his head.

"I thought you were a match. Don't worry. It won't delay you for a few days and you can start working without affecting your activities." The doctor said.

After the examination, I got the medicine.

Jiang Ban supported Song Hang and slowly walked out of the hospital. Seeing Song Hang jumping with one foot, Jiang Ban felt very embarrassed.

Wait a minute. "Jiang Pan put his coat on the back seat to cover the blood stains left just now: "Okay, slow down, don't touch the wound."

When I went to the hospital, there was a lot of blood. Although the wound was not deep, it hit a small blood vessel and did not stop. It took several stitches to stop it.

"Ms. Jiang, I must have scared you. In fact, I was distracted myself, and I am also responsible." Song Hang looked at his pants that were covered in blood and saw several big holes cut by the nurse. He was also embarrassed at the time.

In fact, the bruises on my arms and thighs were serious, and there were bruises on my waist, which were really caused by the collision.

Minor car accident.

"Mr. Song, are all you scholars so honest?" Jiang Pan couldn't help but ask.

If it were another person, it wouldn't be possible to afford it if it didn't cost hundreds of thousands. She still remembered that Song Hang immediately looked for glasses, and then said that there was nothing serious about him.

At this moment, he said honestly that he was responsible.

"Although there are many bad people in this world, I still believe that there are many good people. It is convenient for you to do things with others. Besides, Miss Jiang, you have done enough." Song Hang leaned on the back seat and said, "Your behavior is the greatest affirmation.

.

Not everyone is a person without moral integrity. Most people have a complete outlook on life, good morals and character. There may be some hit-and-runs, but most people will still have the courage to take responsibility.

This is Song Hang’s idea. There are more good people in this world."

That's because I know I can't run away!" Jiang Pan said. Song Hang smiled and didn't discuss the issue with her in depth. He was just thinking about tomorrow's class and couldn't attend it, so he had to ask for leave.

"Mr. Song, do your glasses have a special meaning to you?" Jiang Pan looked at him and wiped them again.

Just asked.

Song Hang was stunned for a moment.

"It's really special. It was given to me by a very important person."

Thinking it was a gift from his girlfriend, Jiang Pan smiled and replied, "It was a gift from your wife?"

Song Hang "...

How could I have thought of my wife? If I had a wife, I wouldn’t even have a call so late at night?

"My mother gave it to me." Song Hang replied, "Am I really old enough to get married?"

Jiang Pan: "."

Misunderstood.

He looked at his ID card and saw that Song Hang was already thirty-one years old. He thought he was already married, but he didn't tell his family because he was worried about it. Unexpectedly, he looked like an older man.

As miserable as myself.

"Today my brother-in-law told me that marriage is not something else. Don't make do with it. After all, it is best to start with a lifetime." Jiang Pan said, "So I feel that nothing should be what it should be. Before it should be, there must be a suitable person."

"Indeed." Song Hang nodded and pointed to the road to the front door: "Turn right at the front door, then go straight. The third building is my home.

Jiang Pan drove the car, followed the path he pointed, and parked the car at the entrance of a courtyard.

I got out of the car and helped Song Hang out of the car, and then I had time to look at Song Hang's home.

Antique old houses are rare in the Magic City. They have the feeling of ancient buildings with paved floors and doors with eaves and doors.

"Hey, Professor Song, you come from a wealthy family," Jiang Pan said with a smile.

Song Hang smiled, clicked the fingerprint lock, opened the small door, and jumped over the threshold. "It's left over from the older generation. It belongs to a wealthy family. Miss Jiang is just kidding."

Close the door and look at the large courtyard entering. The lights have been turned on.

Green trees, flowers, pools, rockeries, and pavilions, covering a yard of at least several hundred square meters, appear to be well-structured and complement each other. The flowers are fragrant and the spring water is tinkling.

There is a green brick path on the ground that leads to the main house. There are chairs and a tea table beside it. It is obvious that the owner is also a sentimental person.

"Professor Song, you are so humble." Jiang Pan just took one look and knew that this was a well-established family. No wonder Song Hang was so bookish.

"In life, three feet protects you from the wind and rain. The size of your shelter is nothing more than a more comfortable place." Opening the door, Song Hang pointed to the living room, "Miss Jiang, you are free. I will go change clothes."

The pants are still stained with blood, which is not good anyway.

Seeing Song Hang jumping away and limping, Jiang Pan wanted to say help, but he couldn't say it. After all, it was difficult to say.

Looking at a room full of solid wood furniture, Jiang Pan looked at the seats, then at the coffee table, the paintings hanging on the wall, and the large vase next to it. He reached out and touched the mouth of the vase, and then checked that it was clean.

Clean fingers.

"Are you mysophobic?" Jiang Pan murmured to himself, then looked at the floor tiles, "Tsk, tsk, men are mysophobic.

I don’t know what to say, but she is also a bit of a germaphobe, so the office is all the same color, pure white, and the cleaning ladies are all the best.

The only thing she doesn't despise is her children, even if they are dirty, she doesn't despise them.

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry." Song Hang came out again and didn't let Jiang Pan wait for long. He poured her a glass of water and put it next to her.

"It's me who should apologize. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been hit." Jiang Pan apologized, "I'll pick you up when the dressing is changed later.

When he recovers, this matter will be completely resolved.

As for lost time and other things, we will talk about them separately later, so as not to appear to be just money and snobbery.

"I'm a grown man and I'm not that fragile. Don't bear any burden on me when I'm alone. It's just a small accident." Song Hang said with a smile, "We can all be more careful in the future."

Seeing Song Hang's bright smile, Jiang Pan was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little blushing.

I don’t know why, it just happened in such a moment

I'm a little embarrassed.

Song Hang glanced at her blankly, withdrew his gaze and put his hand on his

On his thigh, he moved a few fingers, feeling a little cramped.

As an otaku who has read thousands of books, he actually doesn't have much contact with girls. In his life, he is mostly a student and a teacher. He usually prefers to read books by himself, drink tea, and never let go of the books.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

Nothing to say.

"What, what does Miss Jiang do?" Song Hang didn't have anything to say, and he couldn't let girls find topics. He still knew this.

"I'm a photographer. If you want to take photos in the future, you can contact me." Jiang Pan said.

Looking at the family portrait on the wall, Jiang Pan found Song Hang's shadow in it, and a boy who was younger than him, who should be his younger brother.

From the furnishings at home, it seems that Song Hang lived alone, with no trace of extraneous life at all.

Gululu.

Before Song Hang could speak, his stomach rumbled.

Song Hang "..."

Jiang Pan Nuan laughed out loud.

Song Hang next to him was even more embarrassed. He touched his curly hair and blushed a little. He really blushed, you could tell it clearly.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you if you have eaten. It's inconvenient for you. How about I order a takeaway for you?" Jiang Pan said.

Song Hang shook his head.

"There is food in the kitchen, but it's a little troublesome. I'm not used to eating takeout, so I cook it myself. If it's convenient for Miss Jiang, please boil some water for me and I'll make hot and sour noodles. I really can't entertain you today.

, I will treat you another day and thank you.

Putting away his phone, Jiang Pan thought for a while, "I'm the one who caused you trouble. How about this? Can I use the kitchen?"

Song Hang:??

it's not good

Although he still felt very relaxed getting along with Jiang Pan, and everyone had similar ideas in some aspects, but he was also a guest when he came to the house, so it was not good for guests to do anything.
To be continued...