Chapter 1169 Zhou Manli's Fear

"Don't think too much." Song Yaoya squeezed her hand. "Maybe she just doesn't want to trouble us?"

"Among my friends, what kind of trouble is this kind of thing?" Tang Xinrou was angrily. "As far as she has the strongest character, why didn't she find that she wanted to face and suffer?"

Although Xu Yue was complaining in and out of her words, she was able to tell the concern in her tone.

…

Later, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou went to the hospital to visit Xu Yue whenever they had time. However, Tang Xinrou was directly driven to work by her when she went to see Xu Yue again.

Tang Xinrou frantically complained about "even if she was lying in a hospital bed, she still didn't forget her own job", should she praise her for her dedication? Or do you want to die?

After the animation was completed, Song Yaoyao uploaded it to the website and ignored it.

It is an anthropomorphic animation created based on cats. A sweet little story, there is no too deep meaning, but it will make people feel better after reading.

On this day, it was after visiting Xu Yue again.

"Slim? Why did you come to the hospital? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Yaoya looked up and saw Song Wenchuan who had just walked in from outside. He looked at Song Yaoyao, his expression worried.

"No, I came to see my friend." Song Yaoyao pointed behind him, "How about you?"

Just after asking, Song Yaoya regretted it.

She paused, thinking about finding a topic to cover up, Song Wenchuan had already spoken, "I'll see mom...you, do you want to see it together?"

To be honest, Song Wenchuan just asked casually out of politeness. He didn't think Song Yaoya would be willing to see Zhou Manli.

After all, from Zhou Manli's body, she has never received the slightest bit of maternal love.

Song Yaoyao was slightly stunned, and he did not expect Song Wenchuan to offer an invitation.

When he refused, Song Yaoyao nodded, "Okay."

"How about you first..."

The voices of the two sounded at the same time, Song Wenchuan unexpectedly, he swallowed the words behind. It took a long time to say: "Let's go, she lives on the twelfth floor."

"Ok."

The elevator is very quiet. Private hospitals are not like the People's Hospital with many patients every day. Two people stand side by side. Song Yaoyao looks down at his toes, not knowing what he is thinking.

Song Wenchuan moved her lips and said with a complicated expression: "You... don't be afraid, she can't talk now, and can't scold you anymore."

"I know."

When Song Yaoya heard this, she raised her head and smiled at him.

Suddenly asked him: "Do you blame me?"

"Huh? What?"

After a few words, with a ‘ding’, the twelfth floor is here.

Song Yaoya walked out of the elevator, "I have the ability to cure her."

But she didn't get treatment, and she doesn't plan to get treatment in this life.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenchuan laughed. He lightly patted Song Yaoya's head with his big palm, "Don't think too much, all this is an arrangement of fate. Speaking of which I didn't believe in this before, but now, I believe in fate more and more." He shook his head. , Suddenly sighed, "In fact, this is pretty good..."

After Song Wenchuan finished speaking, he paused and found that Song Yaoya was looking at him with his head tilted.

He raised the corner of his lips, "It's much quieter."

There will be no more endless quarrels, scolding, and partiality. She is lying quietly on the bed now, naturally someone will take care of her. He also tried his best to find a famous doctor for her, but he couldn't do anything about her condition. Now Song Yaoyao said that she can cure her, but she also expressed the attitude that she would not help.

Song Wenchuan was very calm inside. He smiled bitterly and asked Song Yaoyao, "Do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

Lying on the hospital bed was the mother who gave birth to him, but he was able to give up the only hope that could make her stand up.

Song Yaoya did not answer, "You are right, it's all fate."

Song Wenchuan patted her head and opened the door of the ward.

Quietly in the room, only the skinny Zhou Manli was lying on the bed, her eyes closed as if she had died.

Hearing the movement, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes gleeful when she touched Song Wenchuan's figure. But in the next second, before joy reached his eyes, his face was filled with an emotion that could be called disgust.

She stared at Song Yaoyao, but her body was shaking constantly.

There was a vague scream, "Ah!!! Ahhh..."

Song Yan squinted his eyes and stood indifferently at the door.

She watched Song Wenchuan walk up quickly and hold down the frantic Zhou Manli, while pressing the call bell.

Zhou Manli was struggling constantly on the bed, but her face was always facing Song Yaoyao, which made her body and her head form a strange arc. The upper body was stiff, and those muddy eyes stared at her unblinkingly.

In the fundus of my eyes, fear flicked across.

fear--

Song Yaoyao was sure that he was right.

However, how long has she not seen Zhou Manli, why did the other party fear her?

She didn't think that her previous threats could cause Zhou Manli a lifetime psychological shadow.

That's fun.

Song Yaoya stepped closer, and finally stood by the bed.

As she approached, Zhou Manli's reaction became more intense.

"Fuck...ahhh!"

Her voice was vague, and as she spoke, the saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth uncontrollably.

Song Wenchuan's face was cold, and his thin lips tightened, "Mom! Can you calm down? Don't be so malicious to you?!" He couldn't understand Zhou Manli's behavior. She was so unreasonable. Song Wenchuan's eyes only made him feel deeply tired.

Very tired.

"Ahhh!!"

Zhou Manli didn't let her go, and didn't listen to Song Wenchuan's words at all.

Her eyes were wide open and her canthus was splitting.

Song Yaoyao's superb power allowed her to catch the red blood in Zhou Manli's eyeballs, making her look strange and hideous.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Before she finished her words, Song Yaoyao abruptly stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Manli's hand, and approached her face with her eyes facing each other.

The air solidified for a moment, and Zhou Manli also forgot to scream.

Song Yaoyao couldn't reach his eyes with a smile, "Are you afraid of me? Why?"

"what--!!!"

Zhou Manli's pupils tightened under Song Yao's gaze, her nose pulsed quickly, and in the next second, she burst out with a scream that almost pierced through the eardrum.

Song Wenchuan immediately took Song Yaoya's wrist and took her away from Zhou Manli.

"heads up."

The doctors and nurses rushed here at this time, but Zhou Manli seemed to have something wrong and couldn't comfort it. In the end, there was no other choice but to give her a tranquilizer.

Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan stood by the window, watching Zhou Manli fall into a deep sleep unwillingly.

The doctor seemed to have ordered something, Song Yaoyao didn't listen.

Finally, she and Song Wenchuan walked out of the ward one after another, and walked for a long time, until the elevator, Song Wenchuan was full of guilt and said: "Sorry, I thought..."

That long time passed, Zhou Manli should no longer hold so much malice towards Song Yaoyao. It turns out that he thinks too much.

(End of this chapter)