Ling Wuyi pursed her lips, opened her mouth hesitantly, and said to Song Zhicheng, "Thank you."

  Song Zhicheng paused while cleaning the tableware, he chuckled lightly: "This is not like your style, Ah Li, you even thank me!"

   Before Ling Wuyi could speak, Song Zhicheng continued, "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll ask my mother to make it for you."

   His tone is natural, so natural that people don't think there is any problem, and it seems that something is wrong.

  Ling Wuyi thought about it before saying, "Aunt He likes everything he does."

  Song Zhicheng raised his lips and smiled happily: "If my mother heard you say that, she would be so happy!"

   After washing the dishes and putting them back together, Song Zhicheng walked to Ling Wuzhi's bed again: "Okay, close your eyes and sleep. I'll check the ward first, and come back later. Huh?"

  He helped Ling Wuzhi shake the bed, and tucked the quilt for her.

  Ling Wu hummed and closed his eyes under Song Zhicheng's sight.

   After hearing the door open and close, Ling Wuzhi opened his eyes again.

   As far as I received, all the memories of the host before today, the plot should have just begun, not long.

  The host was short-lived, only twenty-eight years old, and she encountered a car rear-end accident for no reason. Everyone else was just injured, and she was the only one who died.

  The host is called Bai Li, and his family is not very rich, but it is still much better than the average well-off family.

   Just in terms of family love——

  Ling Wuyi found that she was lucky these times, and found the body of Xi Ziqiu at once!

   That's right, Song Zhicheng is the host of the mats!

  Speaking of which, Song Zhicheng and Bai Li grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

  Bai Li is a single-parent family, and his parents divorced when he was six years old. Bai Li lived with his father, and his mother married her and immigrated abroad.

  Bai Li's father is a typical workaholic, twenty-four hours a day, he works eighteen hours a day.

   Xiao Baili has been left to the nanny to take care of him since he was a child, and the nanny is only responsible for preparing three meals a day for Xiao Baili.

  Xiao Baili is very lonely and helpless, gradually becoming withdrawn, unwilling to communicate with others, even with peers.

When    was eight years old, a happy family of three lived opposite Xiao Baili.

   The aunt next door is a very gentle mother, her father is also very gentle, and the little brother who is only one year older than her, Song Zhicheng...

  Xiao Baili can always hear the laughter coming from the opposite side. Occasionally, she will lie on the balcony and look at the balcony with warm lights next to her.

   Seeing that she was always alone, the gentle aunt on the opposite side would make pizza and biscuits for her from time to time.

   Later, Xiao Baili always liked to go to the opposite side. She liked to follow the little brother who smiled very well. Wherever she went, she silently stood in front of a small tail.

  From the age of eight to twenty-eight, Bai Li never said what he liked.

   may be the reason why her parents did not pay much attention to and teach communication since she was a child, so even when Bai Li grew up, she was still a very bad person.

   She is not indifferent, but she does not know how to express her inner thoughts to others. So Bai Li like this gives the impression of being very indifferent.

  Bai Li is also a very cautious person, she dare not tell Song Zhicheng that she likes him because she is afraid of being rejected.

   She was worried that in the future, she would not even be a friend.

  Song Zhicheng's favorability is now at 85, which is very high.

   But Ling Wuyi knew that eighty-five o'clock was already the current limit, and it was the foundation that the collective Bai Li had made for the past twenty years.

   If you want to go up further, there is still a certain degree of difficulty.

  Ling Wuzhi moved his feet that were not cast. In this case, he probably needed a rest.

  Bai Li inherited her father's workaholic physique, so at only 28 years old, she is already the chief designer of a domestic brand jewelry company.

  Ling Wuyi doesn't understand workaholics. Have a good life, why spend most of the day working?

  Life is limited, know how to enjoy life!

  Ling Wuyi looked at his hand, but luckily it was only scratched, there was no fracture or serious injury.

   raised his hand and picked up the cell phone on the bedside table, which contained a text message from her workaholic father.

   Maybe it was because she knew she was in a car accident, so she sent a text message.

The content of the    text message was simple, saying that he needed to hold a seminar abroad and couldn't come back immediately, so let her have a good rest or something.

   Actually, I have to ask if Father Bai loves Bai Li? The answer is love, but between his daughter and his work, Father Bai loves his work more!

   So it's not that Bai Li doesn't love Father Bai, but more than that, it's resentment!

   Finger typed um on the screen, and then replied to Father Bai's message.

   Afterwards, Ling Wuzhi looked at the greeting messages sent by other colleagues, and after replying briefly one by one, Ling Wuzhi turned off the phone.

   It might be because of the body, so Ling Wuwei fell asleep quickly, and even Song Zhicheng didn't know when Song Zhicheng came to her ward——

  Because of the inconvenience of movement, Song Zhicheng stayed in the hospital for several days in order to take care of Ling Wuzhi.

   In the beginning, it was very inconvenient for Ling Wuwei to go to the bathroom and so on. When Song Zhicheng helped him, he felt very embarrassed and caused a lot of embarrassment.

   But after a few days of getting along, Ling Wuwei can see it.

  Song Zhicheng completely treated her as his own sister, so he was not at all embarrassed.

  Song's mother, Aunt He, would come to the hospital every day to accompany her and make nutritious meals for her every day.

  After being in the hospital for a week, Ling Wuzhi was finally able to be discharged.

   In order to facilitate the discharge of Ling Wuzhi from the hospital, Song Zhicheng also took a day off.

  Fortunately, Ling Wuwei and Song Zhicheng lived in the opposite door, so even though Ling Wuwei was still wearing a plaster cast on his leg, Song mother and Song Zhicheng would help him in daily life.

   In a blink of an eye, it has been a month since Ling Wuyi came to this world.

   Song Zhicheng's favorability for her was how much it used to be, and how much is it now.

   Because of the host's personality, Ling Wuwei doesn't play well at all.

   Today is the day to remove the plaster. Early in the morning, Ling Wuzhi's door was opened.

  Song Zhicheng walked in comfortably, changed his slippers at the entrance, and put the

  The breakfast prepared by Mother Song was placed on the dining table.

After   , he knocked on Ling Wuzhi's door: "Ali, it's time to get up, the plaster is going to be removed today."

  Ling Wuyi rolled over and stretched: "Well~ let's start."

   said, Ling Wuzhang has already climbed up. I jumped to the bathroom to wash my feet, and then took out a light blue bohemian dress I bought online a few days ago from the closet and put it on.

   When Ling Wuzhang jumped open the door, he saw Song Zhicheng standing there with a smile on his face.