Chapter 1169 Zhou Manli’s Fear

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

"What kind of trouble is this kind of thing between friends?" Tang Xinrou said angrily, "She has the strongest personality. Why didn't she find out before that she wanted to save face and suffer the consequences?"

Although she was complaining about Xu Yue both inside and outside her words, people could hear the concern in her voice.

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

Tang Xinrou madly complained that "even if she is lying in the hospital bed, she still does not forget her own job." Should she be praised for her dedication? Is it better not to die?

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

It is an anthropomorphic animation created based on cats. Each sweet little story has no profound meaning, but it will make people feel better after reading it.

This day, after visiting Xu Yue again.

"Yaoyao? Why did you come to the hospital? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Song Yaoyao looked up and saw Song Wenchuan who had just walked in from outside. He looked at Song Yaoyao with worry on his face.

"No, I'm here to see a friend." Song Yaoyao pointed behind her, "What about you?"

As soon as she asked, Song Yaoyao regretted it.

She paused for a moment, and just as she was thinking of finding a topic to cover up, Song Wenchuan had already spoken, "I'm here to see Mom... Do you, do you want to go and see her together?"

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

After all, she had never received any maternal love from Zhou Manli.

Song Yaoyao was slightly stunned, and she did not expect that Song Wenchuan would extend the invitation.

The words of rejection swirled around his lips, and Song Yaoyao nodded, "Okay."

"How about you first..."

The two voices sounded at the same time. Song Wenchuan was unexpected and he swallowed back the rest of the words. After a long while, he said: "Let's go, she lives on the twelfth floor."

"Um."

It was very quiet in the elevator. Private hospitals are not like people's hospitals where there are many patients every day. The two of them stood side by side. Song Yaoyao lowered her head and looked at her toes, wondering what she was thinking.

Song Wenchuan moved his lips and said with a complicated expression: "You... don't be afraid. She can't speak now and can't scold you anymore."

"I know."

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

Suddenly asked him: "Do you blame me?"

"Huh? What?"

In a few words, there was a 'ding', and the twelfth floor was arrived.

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

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

Hearing this, Song Wenchuan laughed. He patted Song Yaoyao's head gently with his big palm, "Don't think too much, this is all arranged by 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, "Actually, this is quite good..."

After Song Wenchuan finished speaking, he paused and found Song Yaoyao tilting her head to look at him.

He raised the corners of his lips and said, "Much quieter."

There will be no more endless quarrels, scolding, and partiality. She is lying quietly on the bed now, and naturally someone will take good care of her. He also tried his best to find famous doctors for her, but he was unable to do anything about her situation. Now Song Yaoyao said that she could cure it, but she also expressed her attitude that she would not help.

Song Wenchuan felt very calm in his heart. 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 and raised him, but he could give up the only hope of letting her stand up.

Song Yaoyao did not answer, "You are right, this is fate."

Song Wenchuan patted her head and pushed open the ward door.

The room was quiet except for the skinny Zhou Manli lying on the bed, her eyes closed as if dead.

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

She stared at Song Yaoyao, but her body was trembling.

There was also an inarticulate scream coming out of his mouth, "Ah!! Ahhh..."

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and stood at the door indifferently.

She watched as Song Wenchuan quickly walked up and held down the frantic Zhou Manli, and pressed the call bell at the same time.

Zhou Manli kept struggling on the bed, but her face was always facing Song Yaoyao, which caused her body and her head to form a strange arc. His upper body was stiff, and his cloudy eyes stared at her unblinkingly.

Fear flashed across his eyes quickly.

fear--

Song Yaoyao was sure that she had read it correctly.

It's just that she hasn't seen Zhou Manli for a long time. Why is she afraid of her?

She didn't think that her previous threats could cast a lifelong psychological shadow on Zhou Manli.

That would be fun.

Song Yaoyao approached step by step and finally stood beside the bed.

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

"No, get out...ah, get out!"

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

Song Wenchuan's face was cold, and his thin lips pursed tightly, "Mom! Can you calm down a little? Don't have such malice towards Yaoyao?!" He couldn't understand Zhou Manli's behavior. Her unreasonable appearance, in the Song Wenchuan's eyes only made him feel deeply tired.

Very tired.

"Ahhh!!"

Zhou Manli was reluctant and didn't listen to Song Wenchuan's words at all.

Her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were about to burst.

Song Yaoyao's excellent power allowed her to capture the red bloodshot eyes in Zhou Manli's eyes, making her look weird and ferocious.

"Yaoyao, I'm sorry..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yaoyao stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Zhou Manli's hand, and approached her face, making eye contact.

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

Song Yaoyao's smile didn't reach her eyes, "Are you afraid of me? Why?"

"ah--!!!"

Zhou Manli's pupils shrank under Song Yaoyao's gaze, her nose flaps rapidly, and in the next second, she burst out with a scream that almost pierced the eardrums.

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

"careful."

Doctors and nurses arrived at this time, but it was a pity that Zhou Manli seemed to have a wrong tendon and could not be comforted at all. In the end, there was no choice but to inject her with a sedative.

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

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

Finally, she and Song Wenchuan walked out of the ward one after another and walked for a long distance. When they reached the elevator, Song Wenchuan said with guilt: "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I thought..."

After such a long time, Zhou Manli should no longer hold so much ill will towards Song Yaoyao. It turns out that he thought too much.