Chapter 131

Song Ling was temporarily out of danger, but suffered a serious injury to the shoulder bones. The doctor said that he needed a long-term recuperation, and he would not be able to lift heavy objects in the future, and he might only be like this for the rest of his life.

Shen Zhao couldn't help but feel sad when she heard that, she was shot for her.

Song Ling smiled and comforted her, saying, "Just don't lift heavy objects, you can eat and drive without any problem."

The matter of Xiang Jin involved Wei Qiliang, and the police broke the drug trafficking case in Nancheng one after another.

In the end, Wei Qiliang fell into Xiang Jin's hands after all.

Through Xiang Jin, the police had already found out Wei Qiliang's den in Nancheng, but who would have guessed that he had come to Jiangcheng by himself. When Chi Zhoubai reported the case, the police did not know that Wei Qiliang was also in the factory.

Catching Wei Qiliang was unexpected.

Jiangcheng is full of anti-narcotics police, Wei Qiliang ran to Jiangcheng at this juncture, and he was thrown into the net.

At the same time, Jiaming also suffered huge losses because of Xiang Jin.

Xiao Chengye's fingers were abolished and he became addicted to drugs. He was like a walking corpse. When Su Yihan learned that there was a murder case on Xiang Jin, he was shocked and fell to the ground.

In order to save Jiaming, Xiang Jin was her last straw. She almost exhausted Jiaming's last resources and funds and signed dozens of contracts for Xiang Jin...

Now that Xiao Chengye is destroyed, all these messes are on her head.

Jiaming is destined to finish...

And Xiang Jin was the last reminder.

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Winter is coming to an end, and the warmth and hope of spring are slowly coming.

Song Ling stayed in the hospital for more than two months, and she recovered very well. Shen Zhao accompanied her in the hospital to take care of her every day, just like when Song Ling took care of her before.

Between them, it seems that Song Ling is always running towards her, and this time, she also wants to run towards her without any scruples and without any conditions, and love her.

She wanted Song Ling to know that she was no longer the one who always needed the protection of others, and she could slowly learn to take care of her, take care of her, and keep her behind.

Huguang Building, Shen Zhao came out of the translation studio, went downstairs and drove to the hospital as usual.

There were a lot of vehicles on the road at noon, and it took more than half an hour to drive there for more than ten minutes.

After parking the car, Shen Zhao opened the car door again, took out the body cushion he just bought, and went upstairs from the elevator in the inpatient department garage.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, Shen Zhao came out and walked towards the ward at the end of the corridor.

In order to allow Song Ling to rest in peace, a VIP room on the top floor was reserved.

This floor is very quiet, the floor is covered with soft carpets, and there is no sound when stepping on it. The nurse at the front desk knew Shen Zhao and greeted her with a smile and a nod when she saw her.

Shen Zhao pursed his lips and responded with a smile.

Walking outside the ward, Shen Zhao gently opened the door, afraid of disturbing her, so he only opened the door a little bit. Shen Zhao probed and saw the person on the bed was working with a computer.

Song Ling heard the sound of the door opening, looked up, and bumped into the person lying on the door.

Shen Zhao pushed open the door and went in, changed his shoes by the door, and said, "Didn't you say you are not allowed to look at the computer? Why don't you listen."

After changing her shoes, she walked over, raised her hand and took the laptop in her hand. Just as she was about to close it, she suddenly turned around and asked her, "Have you saved it?"

Song Ling stared at her face, smiled and said, "It's saved."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhao closed the computer in his hand.

Putting it on the bedside table, Shen Zhao leaned over to hold her face, his fingers were slightly cold, rubbed her cheek lightly, and said softly: "The work is endless, didn't I say, do you want to have a good rest? "

Song Ling chuckled lightly, raised his hand to hold the back of her hand, and put it in the palm of his hand to cover it.

It's already spring, but her hands are still as cold as winter and can't be covered.

"Don't watch it." Song Ling promised her and said softly.

Shen Zhao touched her forehead, her eyes drooped slightly, her lips were gently lifted, she tapped on her lips, and asked softly, "Have you not eaten yet?"

Song Ling's eyes closed and opened, and the corner of his mouth pursed lightly and said no.

"I'll get it." Shen Zhao got up and turned to go out to get food.

The VIP ward has nutritious meals specially provided by the hospital, which are well-balanced and convenient.

Before she could stand up, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. Song Ling held her hand to prevent her from leaving, and said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry yet."

Shen Zhao took advantage of the situation to sit beside her, wrapped her arms around her waist, and hung her whole body on her chest. She raised her face and said, "I have asked the doctor, and they said that I will be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate within this month." After speaking, she lightly Biting the corner of her lips, she said softly.

Song Ling chuckled lightly. She has suddenly become very clingy recently, like a child. She raised her hand and gently tucked the broken hair on her forehead behind her ear, and answered her gently, "Well, okay."

"How is the studio?" Song Ling asked her.

Shen Zhao said with a face: "It's okay, why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

Song Ling said nothing, "Just ask, how about reviewing? How are you preparing?"

When it comes to reviewing, Shen Zhao is a little frustrated. She lowered her eyes and said lonely: "There are less than two months left, and I don't know if I can do it or not. When I am with them, I always feel that I am much older..."

Song Ling held her face and encouraged her earnestly: "Don't be afraid, believe in yourself, Ah Zhao is so smart, he will definitely be able to do it!"

Hearing such blatant praise, Shen Zhao laughed, "Well, I must work hard to pass the test!"

Fingers sneaked under the hem of her clothes, like a small fish, swimming in bit by bit, Song Ling smiled and grabbed her hand, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing? Huh?"

Shen Zhao's brows and eyes are curved, and a small crescent moon smiles like a small crescent moon. There is no silver road here on purpose: "It's nothing!"

Her hand was grabbed, Shen Zhao sighed deliberately, buried her whole face in her chest, arched the collar of her shirt, and deliberately acted like a kitten, and finally arched the collar open, With a large piece of skin exposed, she raised her head and stared at the snow-white patch for a few seconds before she raised her face and said, "Wife, I miss you so much, you need to get better soon, okay?"

Song Ling looked at her increasingly round face, white as jade, full of vigor, vivid and bright, even when she was acting coquettishly, her eyes were full of flickering light.

She was only twenty-four years old, and it was Ah Zhao that she cared about.

The unique and irreplaceable Ah Zhao...

His lips were slightly pursed, and a smile slowly appeared on his cheeks. Song Ling smiled softly and promised her, "Okay."

"When the exam is over, it's summer, and it's best to wear a wedding dress in summer, then," Shen Zhao paused lightly, then fixed Song Ling's eyes, and continued, "Let's have a wedding, okay wife? ?"

Song Ling held back the soreness in his eyes, fixed his eyes full of agility and joy, and said with a smile, "I'll be busy with school again, and work in the studio, can I be busy?"

"You can be busy with other things, but you must be busy with the wedding. I just want to be with you and never be separated." Shen Zhao raised his smile and tilted his head to look at her, "We missed too much time. , in the future, you must make up for those missing, okay?"

She had fantasized about these words countless times. She thought that Ah Zhao could forgive her absurd injuries, but now she personally told her that if they want to be together forever, how could she not know that they have missed too much... ...But God always seems to love to joke like this, so that all those who read and ask for it will all be in vain.

Time is too cruel, what was missing in the past will still be an extravagant hope in the future.

This time, after all, has taught her what love is.

Possession, fulfillment, entanglement, waiting, giving, rushing... In the end, they all lose to time the same way.

Song Ling's lips were slightly upturned, and her eyes were full of her smile and expectation. She opened her lips and tried to answer her: "Okay, make it up."

Seeing her promise, Shen Zhao smiled and turned to face her, shouting to her, "Wife..."

"Um."

"Kiss me."

Song Ling chuckled, Yiyan gently lowered her head and kissed her with infinite tenderness and nostalgia.

"Wife..." Shen Zhao called her softly again.

Song Ling let go of her, stared at her from a distance, and said, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhao stared at those eyes, and gradually gave birth to some illusions, perhaps because she loved too deeply and was too afraid of losing, there was an unreal alienation in those eyes, she asked her: "Does my wife love me? "

Song Ling showed a shallow smile and said to her affectionately, "I love you."

"Love forever?"

"Well, love for a lifetime."