"Yeah." Song Jinze had just come out of the bathroom after washing up, with no emotion on his handsome face.
He glanced at the unclothed and barefoot little guy indifferently and said, "Go and put on your clothes."
"Oh." Song Yuchen walked to the door with a smile on his face, turned to Ye Zhenzhen and said, "Ye Zhenzhen, my father took care of you all night yesterday."
The little guy said this for no other reason. He just hoped that Ye Zhenzhen could remember his father's kindness and not divorce his father.
Ye Zhenzhen:……
This plastic husband took care of her all night?
Why do I feel so unbelievable?
Song Jinze poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table, "Did you sleep well?"
Ye Zhenzhen:?
Is this sudden question about concern? No, obviously not. Looking at the expression, it seems like an interrogation...
"good."
It's just that the bed is a bit small, and the mattress is a bit uncomfortable, which makes my back feel sore when I sleep on it.
Maybe it's because of yesterday's mountain climbing, my calves are also a little sore.
"Just woke up?"
Ye Zhenzhen:?
The relationship between them doesn't seem to have reached the point where they need to talk nonsense to create a warm atmosphere, right?
"Just woke up." She replied without any warmth in her tone.
Oh, got it.
Ye Zhenzhen thought of what Xiaochen said when he went out just now, and seemed to understand something, "You were the one who took care of me last night, thank you."
Although she had no feelings for this man, she had taken care of her after all, so she still had to politely thank her.
Song Jinze didn't take it seriously when a woman thanked her.
He narrowed his dark eyes slightly and observed the expression on the woman's face, but what he was thinking in his heart was whether the woman was pretending to sleep last night or was she really sleeping.
Just now in the bathroom mirror, he found a blood-red mark on his forehead caused by this woman...
Seeing that there was nothing strange about Ye Zhenzhen, and she didn't seem to be pretending, the anger in Song Jinze's heart dissipated slightly.
Perhaps, she really didn't mean to 'take care' of him like that last night.
The anger had dissipated a little, but not completely. He tugged at the corner of his lips and snorted, "People still like to meddle in other people's business."
Hey~, is this guy talking about her?
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly became angry, "I'm a loser? Why am I a loser? Also, being brave is not nosy."
Song Jinze raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman with a serious look, "I'm already lying on the hospital bed. What's wrong with food? I don't know how much I weigh. I'm afraid of pain and cry, so I use more anesthetics than normal people. I'm still brave enough to act in case...
"
Before the words "I was killed by a knife" were spoken, a slightly excited voice came from the door of the ward, "Dad! Mom!"
Song Yuchen rushed into the room fully dressed and ran to Ye Zhenzhen, "Dad, are you quarreling with my mother?"
"You are not allowed to quarrel! My mother is a girl, so you have to be patient with her." Otherwise, if Ye Zhenzhen divorces you, I will have no mother.
Song Jinze:......
Is he now being counter-educated by his own son?
Ye Zhenzhen's anger that was aroused immediately subsided by half. He touched the little guy's head and said, "Xiao Chen, we didn't quarrel."
Looking at such a cute child, Ye Zhenzhen instantly understood what the man meant by what he just said. This plastic husband was blaming her for not taking good care of the child...
Then, she looked at Song Jinze angrily and replied: "I admit that I was indeed negligent last night, but I am not a good person. Who would have thought that the weakling robber suddenly took out a knife in his hand."
I think she also received some training when she was filming in her previous life. Not to mention how powerful she was, but simple self-defense was still no problem.
It's just that last night was the first time she took her child in a dark place. She was a little hesitant at the time, and the robber looked thin and ran very fast...
She thought that she would go over and grab the bag and be done with it.
Afraid of leaving a bad impression on Xiao Chen, she never thought about fighting or anything like that, but she didn't want the other party to take out a knife and stab her indiscriminately like a desperado...
As for anesthetics, even she herself didn't know that the original owner's constitution was not sensitive to anesthetics.
The first injection the doctor gave last night was a completely unexpected pain, and Ye Zhenzhen had no idea that the local anesthesia would have no effect on her at all.
The painful muscle memory is still fresh in her mind. It is simply not something a normal person can bear...
Song Yuchen nodded and agreed with what Ye Zhenzhen said.
Then, the little guy turned sideways and looked at Song Jinze, and said sternly: "Dad, my mother is no good. You don't even know how long the bad guy's knife was yesterday..."
As he spoke, Song Yuchen opened his two small arms and gestured, "The bad guy's knife is as long as 40 meters~"
Song Jinze:......
Ye Zhenzhen: "Xiaochen, wouldn't 40 meters be a bit exaggerated?"
"This is 40 meters long!" Song Yuchen gestured very seriously, "Mom, you are the bravest. If the bad guy didn't have a knife, you would definitely not be injured.
Dad doesn’t know the situation, so don’t blame him.”
Ye Zhenzhen:……
This little guy is quite eloquent.
The logic is correct, but this little girl may not know how long a 40-meter sword is.
Song Jinze was speechless and felt that Ye Zhenzhen was being too harsh.
When Secretary Zhang came into the ward, it was only 7:30 in the morning. He saw that the family of three had woken up. With a standard workplace smile on his face, he greeted Ye Zhenzhen: "Madam, you are resting well. If you need anything,
Just tell me."
Ye Zhenzhen moved, sat up slightly, and responded politely, "It's okay, but the bed is not very comfortable. Please help me ask the doctor when I can be discharged from the hospital soon."
Ye Zhenzhen thought that her arm was a traumatic injury and she wouldn't need to stay in the hospital for a long time. The most important thing was that she didn't want to stay in the hospital.
Secretary Zhang: "Okay, madam, I'll go out and ask in a moment."
Song Yuchen: "Uncle Zhang."
"Are you hungry, Xiaochen? Uncle brought you breakfast. It's at the table outside, shall we go and eat it?"
"good."
In an instant, Secretary Zhang saw a scratch on his president's forehead with sharp eyes. He casually asked, "President, the wound on your forehead..."
Speaking of the injury, Song Jinze glanced at Ye Zhenzhen with a deep look in his eyes, and walked towards the restaurant outside, "I knocked on it in the bathroom this morning."
He couldn't tell if he was beaten by the woman lying on the bed.
Secretary Zhang, who has always been careful about words and expressions, noticed that his president glanced at his wife when he answered. The president's answer was trying to cover up the truth.
This scratch was obviously caused by a fingernail.
Then I thought about how my wife just said that bed was uncomfortable to sleep on...
They are all grown men, he can think of them.
I never expected that the CEO, who has always had great self-control, would be so unrestrained when meeting his wife...
My wife is still injured...
Thinking like this, Secretary Zhang inadvertently glanced at his president. With such a tall body, it was indeed difficult for the president to squeeze into that narrow hospital bed with his wife...
It was a bit too difficult for the little bed and the wife.
It’s no wonder that my wife said the bed was uncomfortable…
