Chapter 553 Take Care of You Forever (3)

Su Zhinian's voice was light, familiar and touching. Every time he spoke, Song Qingchun's heart would tremble twice.

She was standing next to Song Menghua's Su Zhinian, but she didn't hear a word of what they talked about, until Song Menghua's voice called her: "Youth? Youth?"

"Ah?" Song Qingchun turned around, and when her eyes fell on Song Menghua, she glanced at the side of Su Zhinian's handsome face. Her eyelashes twitched subconsciously, and she tried to keep her voice normal and asked: "What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about? You haven't responded after calling me for so long."

Song Qingchun pursed her lips and said nothing.

With Su Zhinian around, Song Menghua didn't ask too many questions and quickly changed his instructions: "When your sister-in-law came here yesterday, didn't she bring some fruit? Go and wash some and bring them over for Zhinian to eat."

Song Qingchun nodded obediently, walked aside, picked up two apples and an orange, and went to the bathroom.

Song Menghua lived in a suite. Song Qingchun squatted in front of the trash can in the outside room. After peeling the apples and oranges with a fruit knife, he cut the apples into small pieces, broke the oranges one by one, and put them on the He put it in the fresh-keeping box and took it back to the inner room.

Song Qingchun took two toothpicks, inserted them into the apple pieces, and placed them on the bedside table.

Su Zhinian turned his head and glanced at her, but the words he spoke were directed to Song Menghua: "Uncle Song, don't think too much, just rest in peace and recuperate. I know a foreign expert. I'll talk to him later." Make a phone call and ask him to come to China, maybe there will be a better solution."

"Everyone has his own destiny, and he will always die when it is time to die. I have already looked away. The only thing I am afraid of is that if something happens to me, I suddenly pass away and no one will take care of my youth..."

"Dad, don't talk nonsense..." Song Qingchun had been worried all night when she was guarding Song Menghua last night. He was the only relative she had in this world. She was really afraid that he would be lost so suddenly. She left next time, and now when she heard him say such words, a layer of mist suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay, dad, don't say it, don't say it...Besides, isn't it okay, dad?" Song Menghua comforted Song Qingchun obediently, then turned around with a smile and looked at Su Zhinian : "A child of such a big age cries every now and then, making you laugh."

Su Zhinian lowered his head restrainedly, pretending that it didn't matter.

With tears in Song Qingchun's eyes, she turned to look out the window.

Song Menghua and Su Zhinian chatted for a while. Song Menghua was probably tired and gradually began to talk less. Su Zhinian wisely said goodbye: "Uncle Song, I have something else to do later. Please rest first. I’ll come see you another day.”

"Okay, you go about your business." Song Menghua nodded repeatedly, and then said to Song Qingchun who was standing beside him: "Qingchun, help daddy say goodbye."

Song Qingchun nodded obediently, and after Su Zhinian took a step, she took a step to send him out.

Song Menghua was in a high-end ward. There were not many people around and it was very quiet. Except for one or two nurses doing rounds, there was no one else in the corridor.

Song Qingchun did not walk side by side with Su Zhinian, but kept a distance of about one meter behind him.

Along the way, both of them were silent, and neither one took the initiative to speak to the other.