In the corridor of the National Yanghe Hospital, Huang Liu sat in a row chair next to Uncle Bing, looking at the patients or doctors and nurses who were walking hurriedly by the side, and said jokingly to Uncle Bing, who closed his eyes and calmed down beside him:

"Old guy, do you still help people do errands if you are old without finding a place to take care of them? Haven't earned enough coffin money?"

"..." Uncle Bing opened his eyes and didn't follow Lin Xiaoqiao. He was like an old man dozing off forever. He scratched his head with his hands, and then rubbed a piece of old skin on his chest under his sweatshirt: "Young man, the mouth is for eating."

"Pick, you are about to lose your teeth, and you pretend to be an expert with me? Use your mouth to eat? I buy some iron broad beans for you, you can eat it? You can only eat the porridge when you sit in the corner and eat some porridge. Something, boring to chat, now that your boss is not there, my boss doesn’t plan to let me clean you up. Let’s chat, and when the two sides really want to fight, you can pretend to be a master again?” Huang Liu’s eyes passed by. One of the female nurses passed over her smooth calf and said to Huang Liu.

Uncle Bing flew off the rubbed old skin, then slowly took out a small handful of dry-fried soybeans in his pocket, took one of them and put it in his mouth, and immediately there was a crunching sound in his mouth, apparently thinking Tell Huang Liu that he doesn't need his help to buy iron broad beans. These dry-fried soybeans are much stronger than broad beans.

"Wow, your boss is so stingy that he only lets you eat soybeans to fill your stomach? My boss is different. He ate and I ate..." Huang Liu didn't expect Uncle Bing to have soybeans in his pocket, so he changed it immediately. Topics.

Uncle Bing chewed up the soybeans and swallowed it, and then just rightly said: "Song Tianyao eats shit..."

"I'll eat... I'll pick! Old guy, not only do you have broken teeth, but your mouth is also smelly." Huang Liuchao took a look at the side. His boss went to the ward but didn't hear him. He let out a sigh of relief: "Let my boss hear. , You’re just waiting to die, just now I pretended not to hear it, so I respected the elderly. Why do you help someone with your stinky mouth as a bodyguard? Instead of scolding you, I’ll go in and see my boss."

After Huang Liu finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the ward. Uncle Bing sat on the bench without changing his eyes, pinching the beans, and slowly stuffing them into his mouth.

In the ward, Song Wenwen was chatting with Feng Yunzhi. After Feng Yunzhi's tracheal wound was sutured, there were no sequelae. Now the patient who will be raising her can speak with gauze around her neck. She is talking to Song Wenwen in a whisper when she is discharged from the hospital. Two people go to the movies together.

Meng Yujing's face was reddened to accompany Lin Yujing to speak, Xiang's wife also smiled and interjected from time to time. The three chatted quite happily. Lin Yujing was Song Tianyao's third aunt. During this time, Meng Yujing often came to the hospital. Accompanying the bed, she has already learned that Meng Wanqing is Song Tianyao’s roommate, so the topics in the chat are basically three questions, why are you not pregnant yet, what should you pay attention to when you are pregnant, and Ah Yao is the only seedling of the Song family. You are older than Ah Yao. Big, remember to let him wait more, making Meng Wanqing very embarrassed.

Song Tianyao was in the living room personally opening the food box, letting Jiuwenlong open the folding table, and put Meng Yuqing out and put it away just like the dinner he made.

Seeing Jiuwenlong, looking at the middle part of the black-bone chicken soup, the eyes have been straightened, and he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to do it. Song Tianyao patted the other person on the head: "Hey, stew black-bone chicken, it's not suitable. you."

"Big brother, I don't have a taste, I have to eat chickens. Recently, I have eaten hospital meals every day. It is so light. My mouth is almost smelling. It is you who care about me and brought the whole chicken." Jiuwenlong The only eyes are the black-bone chicken that has been simmered and scented. Song Tianyao patted him, but he didn't even hide his head.

Song Tianyao picked up the whole pot of black-bone chicken soup, which made Jiuwenlong remember to look up at him. Song Tianyao said silently to Jiuwenlong, "I know you don't have to eat it, but this soup is for my third aunt Tong Yunzhi. Yes, to replenish qi and blood. You think the sick meal is unpalatable, and you don’t have money in your pocket. Ask the nurse to buy roast goose legs for you?"

"No, it's too wasteful. Although the sick meal is unpalatable, but fortunately, I don't have to pay for it myself..."

"Yes, I think the money spent by the patient in hospital is not as much as the meal you, the patient's relatives accompany in bed. It's unpalatable. You can eat seven bowls of rice for every meal..." It happened that a young nurse came to help Lin Yu. Jing and Feng Yunzhi sent two thermos bottles of boiling water. When they entered the door, they heard the already-mixed Jiuwenlong tell Song Tianyao that the sick meal was unpalatable, and he didn't need to pay for it, so they smiled.

Song Tianyao turned his head and glanced at this little nurse. She was also cute. There were a few freckles on her face, which didn't affect her face, but she added a bit of playfulness.

"He didn't lie, it looks like the sick meal is really awful." Song Tianyao said with a smile to the nurse: "Because he was out before, eating was not counted by the bowl, but by the pot."

The stunned nurse stared at Jiuwenlong in the living room, and Song Tianyao entered the inner ward: "Third aunt, Yunzhi, Wenwen, Yuqing, it's time for dinner."

Meng Wanqing and Xiang's sister-in-law helped Lin Yujing out of the living room. Song Wenwen was going to help Feng Yunzhi, but Feng Yunzhi jumped out of the hospital bed and said to Song Wenwen: "Sister Wenwen, can you help me get the comb first? I will tie my hair up. ."

"I'll get it." Song Wenwen didn't doubt that he had him, so she went to the living room to find a comb. Only Feng Yunzhi and Song Tianyao who were about to return to the living room were left in the room.

"Brother Tianyao." Feng Yunzhi called to Song Tianyao.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yunzhi walked two steps to Song Tianyao and said in a very low voice: "Lin Xiaokang has invited you to meet at Queen's Wharf tonight."

Song Tianyao's eyes condensed and fixed on Feng Yunzhi's face.

At this time, Song Wenwen had taken the comb and came in: "I will help you comb your hair."

"Okay." Feng Yunzhi had already sat back on the bed, obediently letting Song Wenwen help her comb her hair.

After the initial consternation, Song Tianyao looked at Feng Yunzhi, frowned and asked, "How did you know?"

"He came to visit my mother and me in the afternoon and brought a flower basket and fruit. Knowing that I hate seeing him, he didn't talk to me much. Instead, he wrote an apology letter, which I would tear up when I took it, but he said first Let me tear it up after reading it, be sure to watch it." Feng Yunzhi said to Song Tianyao: "Then I watched it, and then he didn't apologize at all on it. That's what I told you just now."

Song Wenwen carefully combed Feng Yunzhi's hair and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"I told Tianyao that sister Wenwen is a nymphomaniac and I like it..." Before Feng Yun finished one sentence, she asked Song Wenwen to cover her mouth anxiously, and said anxiously: "Say it. Don't tell others."

The two laughed, and Song Wenwen didn't ask what the two said just now.

The sister-in-law Xiang Xiang walked to the door and looked inward, her eyes gently urging the three of them and said, "Don't laugh, we have dinner."

"I got it." Song Tianyao promised with a smile, not knowing whether these three words agreed to Feng Yunzhi or Xiang's wife.

Turned around and walked out of the room, sat down at the table to accompany Lin Yujing to dinner.

A table of people laughed and ate dinner. Finally, Jiuwenlong showed everyone what Qi Tunshanhe is. The whole table has eight dishes, a black-bone chicken simmering in soup, and finally the wind and clouds are swept into his stomach. Lin Yu Jing, Feng Yunzhi, and Xiang's wife have all eaten with Jiuwenlong recently. They have all seen his appetite. Only Huang Liu and Song Wenwen have not seen him. Huang Liu's expression is extremely distorted and shocked. The color-changed nine-stripe dragon:

"If you can't fight, you can fight very well, but eating is a good hand..."

For Huang Liu, Jiuwenlong was very upset. Song Tianyao finally gave him a chance to let him be a guest bodyguard to go to Macau with Jiuwenlong. But when he arrived in Macau, his **** did not get hot, it was Huang Liu’s attack on the street. Song Tianyao was shot, and when he returned, his nine-patterned dragon was sent back to continue to deliver food. He should have been able to eat and drink with Mr. Song, be in good shape, and stand out. In the end, it was Huang Liu who threw himself into the street. Now I eat sick meals every day.

"Give me two roast geese, I hit..."

"I'll give you two roast geese, then go to Saigon Pier to strip the pig cheap boat girl?" Song Tianyao smiled and put down his chopsticks and teased Jiuwenlong, and then said to Lin Yujing: "Auntie, let Qingwenwen They accompany you, I still have something to do, go first, and wait for two days to visit you again, sixth brother, follow me."

Huang Liu put down his dishes and accompanied Song Tianyao out of the ward. When he passed the sleepy Uncle Bing in the corridor, Song Tianyao turned his face to look at the old man, and said softly:

"Thanks a lot."

After speaking, he quickened his pace and walked outwards along the corridor.

Uncle Bing slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the backs of Song Tianyao and Huang Liu, and muttered in a low voice, then shrank his neck, lowered his head on his chest, and fell asleep.

"Where are you going, boss?" Huang Liu got into the driver's seat of the car and asked Song Tianyao in the back seat.

Song Tianyao looked at the moonlight outside, his voice was stern, his face was like a hard rock, and he no longer smiled warmly in the ward before: "Brother Six, lend me your knife. I will help Yunzhi clear the account tonight."