"Why should I care about you?" Ning An came angry and looked at him condescendingly, "Do I have the obligation to care about you?"

"No." Song Shaoyan said truthfully.

"Just you know." Ning An raised his hand and picked up another dumpling, "Eat it."

"Um."

Song Shaoyan had no appetite, but Ning An fed him, and he even ate several dumplings.

Later, he couldn't eat it, so he shook his head: "I won't eat it anymore."

"I'll pour you a glass of water, you took the medicine."

"I know."

"I'll go to have a meal first. If you have something to do, you can call me."

When Ning An stood up, he happened to meet Song Shaoyan's lonely and helpless eyes. Somehow, she reminded her of the deer she saw in the park, and was helpless with innocentness.

Ning An didn't talk to him very loudly, he wouldn't be like a primary school student who made mistakes.

She didn't care about him anymore and was already hungry.

She ate dumplings in the restaurant and chatted with Xiaoduo while eating.

"Sister An'an, the weather forecast says that it will rain heavily in Huacheng for the next few days." Xiao Duo sighed, "Just Song will be sad."

"Do you have to keep getting injections?"

"Well, the medicine can't stop. His condition has worsened in the past year. In the past, he used to be able to take a shot for several days. Now he has to get several shots at a time." Xiaoduo said, "But now Mr. Song has a much better temper and didn't lose his temper last night. If he had to do so in the past, he would definitely fall."

"Where is Jiang Ci?"

"Doctor Jiang is not in Huacheng."

Ning'an felt a little uncomfortable when he ate the dumplings he liked to eat on weekdays.

Xiaoduo sighed: "If Mr. Song had good legs, he was tall and good-looking, there would definitely be many girls chasing him."

"Will anyone like him like him now?" Ning An asked.

"There will be people who really like Mr. Song. Mr. Song is very awesome."

"Who will like him?" Ning An said lightly.

"By the way, Sister An An, how did you know Mr. Song before? I heard from Dr. Jiang that Mr. Song was very powerful in the capital before, and he could call the wind and rain." Xiaoduo's eyes were full of admiration, "Sister An An, you know Mr. Song, you must be very powerful."

"I encountered it when talking about business and cooperated with you." Ning An didn't say much.

There was nothing to mention about her short marriage with Song Shaoyan, and she didn't want too many people to know about it.

"so."

Ning'an ate a small bowl of dumplings.

The rain was so heavy that it seemed like a curtain was opened between the world, hazy.

Ning An did not leave immediately. After she finished her meal, she went to see Song Shaoyan again.

The medicine on the table had been taken, and Song Shaoyan was leaning against the head of the bed and closed his eyes to rest, looking tired.

Ning An didn't know if he had slept, so he cleaned up the table for him.

There was a pack of cigarettes on the table. She picked it up and looked at it, and said lightly: "Don't smoke anymore. You are in poor health and should focus on recuperation. You should not touch things like tobacco and alcohol."

She remembered that Song Shaoyan rarely smoked before, and she never smoked in college.

At that time, Song Shaoyan had the cleanliness and youthful spirit of being in his early twenties, and was not as good as he is now, giving up on himself.

"It will be more comfortable when smoking." Song Shaoyan was not annoyed, "It will be more comfortable when drunk."

"Why did you go to Africa?"
Chapter completed!