Chapter 404: Care and I Coexist (4)

"Sorry, I seem to have gone to the wrong ward..." Cheng Qingcong returned an apologetic smile, and while closing the door, she deliberately muttered to herself at a slightly higher decibel level: "Strange, you clearly told me that Song Qingchun lived there. It’s this ward, why is it wrong?”

When Cheng Qingcong closed the door, Qin Yinan lowered his head and continued reading. However, he heard the three words "Song Qingchun". He subconsciously raised his head and called to Cheng Qingcong who was closing the door: "Wait a moment... "

Cheng Qingcong poked her head into the ward and said "Huh?" to Qin Yinan.

"Who did you just say you were looking for?" Qin Yinan asked.

"Song Qingchun..." A trace of expectation suddenly appeared on Cheng Qingcong's slightly distressed face: "Sir, do you know Song Qingchun? Could you please tell me where Song Qingchun's ward is?"

Qin Yinan closed the book and replied: "She completed the discharge procedures two days ago."

"Ah?" Cheng Qingcong pretended to be surprised. She secretly praised her acting skills in her heart. It was a pity that she didn't go to Beijing Film Academy. She also muttered in an annoyed voice: "She has something very important. The things were left with me, and I came here specially for her..."

Cheng Qingcong said, raised her head and looked at Qin Yinan.

She came to know today that it turned out that the brother of Miss Song's childhood sweetheart whom Mr. Su sent her to find was the man she saw crying and laughing at the door of the "glorious" bathroom.

To be precise, this was the third time she had seen him. The first time was at Dior's new product launch. At that time, he was dressed in a suit and was handsome and handsome. But this time, he was covered in bandages, with a bruised nose and a swollen face...

This world is really small... Cheng Qingcong thought this in her heart, but she put on a look of ignorance on her face and asked, "Excuse me, are you and Song Qingchun friends?"

"Song Song and I grew up together."

"That means you are familiar with each other?"

Qin Yinan nodded.

Cheng Qingcong asked in a consultative tone: "Then can I leave this box with you first, and then I'll ask you to hand it over to Song Qingchun. I have to catch a flight later, so I'm afraid I won't be able to contact her, so I'll go find her again."

"Okay." Qin Yinan nodded meaninglessly and agreed. Then he subconsciously wanted to get out of bed to pick up the box. But as soon as he sat up, he saw his leg with a plaster cast on it and handed it to him apologetically. Cheng Qingcong smiled, pointed to her leg, and said, "I have some mobility difficulties, can you send it over?"

"Okay." Cheng Qingqing smiled brightly, walked in with the box in his arms, and asked: "Well, can I ask, what is your name? I'll call Song Qingchun later. When the time comes, you can tell her.

"Qin Yinan."

Cheng Qingcong had heard his name at Dior's new product launch, but she had forgotten it later. Now that she was listening, she realized that it was very comforting to have his name.

"Mr. Qin, nice to meet you, my name is Cheng Qingcong."

Cheng Qingcong also briefly introduced herself to Qin Yinan, and when she was about to walk to the bed, her high heels suddenly became loose, her body swayed, and the box in her hand flew out. , hitting the inside of Qin Yinan's hospital bed impartially.