When the driver came down, Song Zhaoshui realized that not only was the car familiar, but the driver was also quite familiar.

She turned her head and glanced at Yu Xiao: "This car is not cheap, right?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiao didn't feel embarrassed at all, and smiled brightly: "Where, it's free."

Taking her as a favor, this little white lotus is really interesting.

Xie Nanting nodded and thanked Yu Xiao, opened the co-pilot's door, and supported Song Zhao's water car.

Song Zhaoshui's eyelids were drowsy, and he wanted to sleep when he got in the car. He forced himself to stay awake, and asked Xie Nanting, "Why are you free today?"

"It just happens to be free." Xie Nanting originally planned to make a cold expression and answer her question coldly. However, he was still reluctant to do that, and when people asked, they answered honestly.

"Go to sleep," he looked at Song Zhaoshui's eyelids fighting, "I'll call you when I get to the hospital."

Song Zhaoshui slept at ease. The sleeping place was very shallow, and she woke up as soon as the car stopped.

I went to the outpatient clinic to find a doctor and took my temperature again. In fact, it was the discomfort caused by the change of seasons. In addition, she was under too much pressure a few days ago, she couldn't sleep well at night, and her immunity was weakened, so she fell down all of a sudden.

One infusion, and then a few boxes of medicines to go back to eat and eat is almost the same.

During the infusion, Xie Nanting was standing beside the hospital bed. Seeing that the nurse was wearing a tourniquet, he reached out to cover Song Zhaoshui's eyes. Song Zhaoshui blinked, his long eyelashes swept across his palm, itching.

Song Zhaoshui did not expect that he would suddenly cover his eyes, his face was slightly red, and he pretended to be calm. When the nurse left, she said, "I'm not a child anymore."

Where are you afraid of needles?

Xie Nanting still had a strong and indifferent expression, but what he said was not very indifferent: "Don't only children need care?"

Song Zhaoshui was powerless to refute, and looked down at the back of his right hand with a needle. The back of the hand is pale, and several blue blood vessels are clearly visible. A large yellow iodine imprint next to the medical tape.

The original body's hands are better-looking than hers, the backs of the hands are white and flawless, and there are no scars.

Unlike her, there are several tiny needle scars near the blood vessels on the back of both hands.

She was very sick when she was a child, and her adoptive parents couldn't take care of her, and they didn't think about helping her to take care of her slowly, but when she got sick, she let her go to the clinic downstairs by herself.

Many times, she sat alone behind the glass door of the clinic, watching the weather change outside, waiting for the potion to finish.

She is used to injections. Sometimes there are many people in the clinic. After the infusion, she calls the doctor to pull the needle, and the other party may not hear. She can even pull out the needle calmly and press the needle to pay.

No one ever covered her eyes when she was getting injections, not when she was a child, and even less when she grew up.

Xie Nanting, does he know that this is too foul?

Song Zhaoshui felt that it was easy for people to be sentimental when they were ill. For example, at this moment, she actually felt the heat in her eyes.

She closed her eyes, covered her emotions, and asked Xie Nanting, "How is your trumpet complaint?"

Yesterday, this person was about to jump, and she still felt amused when she thought about it.

After hearing this, Xie Nanting only looked up at her slowly, and that glance quickly passed her face. Then he lowered his head and said, "It's not done."

I didn't mean to talk to her at all.

Song Zhaoshui began to think that he was in a bad mood because he mentioned this. After careful observation, found that it was wrong.

She leaned back lightly on the pillow: "Do you have an opinion on me?"

Xie Nanting glanced at her again quickly: "No."

This answer sounds a little guilty.

Song Zhaoshui didn't believe it, she raised her free hand across her eyes, and said weakly, "Thank you today, you're all right, you can go back."

"You," Xie Nanting didn't expect things to develop like this. He seemed a little overwhelmed, stood up and sat down, "Have you finished your potion yet?"

"So what," Song Zhaoshui put down his arms, revealing his eyes without the slightest smile, "Don't you have an opinion on me?"

"No opinion!" Xie Nanting stood up again and held her right wrist vainly, for fear that she would accidentally raise her hand and let the needle run away.

Song Zhaoshui looked at him, quietly waiting for his answer.

Xie Nanting let go of his hand and reiterated, "No opinion."

"Well, no opinion." Song Zhaoshui said, "Anyway, you don't look happy."

And the reason for her unhappiness lies in her.

Song Zhaoshui's ability to observe words and expressions is beyond ordinary people, not to mention that Xie Nanting seems to have a little intention to reveal to her.

"Not unhappy," Xie Nanting said, "really, I just..."

"Just what?"

"You're sick, why didn't you tell me?" Xie Nanting's eyes showed a bit of accusation, as if Song Zhaoshui had made a big mistake, "What if you fainted on the road?"

Song Zhaoshui couldn't think of a way to justify it for a long time, or she felt guilty when facing those sincere eyes.

Before she went out, it was not that she had not thought of the name Xie Nanting. It's just that feel that owe him a lot, and don't want to waste his energy on this trivial matter.

How did she know that Xiao Bailian, who was opposite the door, sold her.

"You don't say anything," Xie Nanting sat down, "how would I know if you didn't say it?"

Song Zhaoshui glanced at him several times, and saw Xie Nanting's heart fluttering, wondering if his remarks made Song Zhaoshui unhappy and wanted to drive him away.

"I want to drink water." Song Zhaoshui said suddenly.

It turned out that it wasn't to drive him away, Xie Nanting breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to go out to collect water. Before opening the door, he stopped, turned his head and said to Song Zhaoshui, "That's right, what do you want, tell me..."

No one has taught Song Zhaoshui how to rely on others. She was a little embarrassed by Xie Nanting's preaching. She said that if she wanted to drink water, she just wanted to let him go and relieve herself. How could she know that Xie Nanting was still talking... ..

But he was right. Song Zhaoshui couldn't drive people away. He lowered his head and listened to his chatter. When he left, he raised his hands to cover his face.

God, was taught by a fool.

Afterwards, was a little sleepy. drank a few sips of hot water and fell asleep.

When she woke up and opened her eyes, she found that Xie Nanting was looking at her eagerly. Song Zhaoshui stuffed his face into the quilt. He washed his face in the morning and didn't clean it up. He fell ill again, and knew that it was not looking good now: "Don't look at it."

Xie Nanting seemed to know what she was thinking, and said, "Don't worry, it's beautiful."

When he said this, he remembered a previously forwarded Weibo "Shui Shui's beauty can be blown up for a hundred years", Xie Nanting felt that this Weibo was right.

After pulling the needle, Song Zhaoshui went to the bathroom.

Before could get there, throat was dry and itchy, and couldn't help coughing.

Next to it is the window, she held the window, turned her back to the crowd, and tore off the mask.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Probably because the cough was too violent, the little nurse next to him came over to ask.

Song Zhaoshui shook his head: "It's okay, cough, thank you."

The little nurse left, Song Zhaoshui breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to put on a mask and leave, but unexpectedly the other party returned, holding a disposable paper cup: "Ma'am, drink some water..."

"Water and water!"

The young nurse couldn't help raising her voice, Song Zhaoshui hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face with her hair, and whispered, "Don't call."

The little nurse was too excited at first and couldn't control it, but now she calmed down and nodded again and again, her eyes flashing with excitement. When she saw the pilot film of "When You Are Poor" last night, she was amazed by Zhao Qingyue in it at a glance, and after replaying it several times, she solemnly announced that she had a new idol.

I saw it the next day, so don't be too lucky!

I didn't expect Shui Shui to look so beautiful in reality, and the little nurse felt like she was dreaming.

"Is Shui Shui sick?"

Song Zhaoshui had put on his mask and nodded casually, "I'm leaving."

The little nurse watched her leave regretfully, and when the others were far away, she realized that she didn't ask for an autograph or a group photo. She didn't dare to follow anyone, but when she saw Song Zhaoshui walking to the door on the other side of the stairs, there was a man next to her. The two of them walked up the stairs while talking, and their expressions didn't look like a superior to a subordinate.

If it's not an assistant, does Shui Shui have a boyfriend?

Wouldn't the cp she just started drinking yesterday be finished?

"I was recognized." It was the first time Song Zhaoshui was recognized by fans in public, and he was a little worried.

Xie Nanting looked back at the corridor: "Didn't you take pictures?"

Song Zhaoshui shook his head, the little nurse's hands were covered, and she didn't have time to take out her phone.

"That's fine," Xie Nanting comforted her, "don't worry."

With the medicine prescribed by the doctor in his hand, he counted it to her after getting in the car: "Remember, don't take it wrong."

"Don't worry, go back, Xiao Ruan is probably hungry." Before leaving, he was too impatient to care about it. Song Zhaoshui felt guilty when he thought of its pitiful cry.

When got home, Xiao Ruan was making a mess on the coffee table, brushing all the unpleasant things to the ground, and having a good time. Hearing the door open, he hurried towards the two of them.

Song Zhaoshui poured cat food for it, and Xie Nanting said, "What do you want to eat, I'll make some for you."

It was a busy morning at the hospital, and neither of them had anything to eat. Originally, when Song Zhaoshui was infusion, Xie Nanting thought about going out to buy her some porridge. Worrying that she would wake up and not be able to see herself, she sat and didn't leave.

It is now more than ten o'clock in the morning, and the time is embarrassing.

Xie Nanting boiled some porridge at will, and put the porridge on the table to cool.

Xiao Ruan was already full, and began to make trouble again, biting out the packs of tissue paper one by one. Xie Nanting couldn't stand it any longer, and took the paper from its mouth.

Xiao Ruan stood there and looked at him for a long time, his eyes were quite fierce, and then he took a few short legs and ran towards him.

But at a place more than ten centimeters away from Xie Nanting, Xiao Ruan suddenly stopped and fell to the ground, as if he had been kicked.

Porcelain on the spot.

Xie Nanting was stunned, and said to Song Zhaoshui, who was watching the joke next to him, "This cat is so stupid."

He lightly kicked the short legs with his toes, but Xiao Ran didn't move, but cried out in a mournful voice.

Song Zhaoshui laughed enough before he said, "Don't you think it looks a lot like you?"

Xie Nanting: ???