"You are really not a man," Fang Zhe said through gritted teeth.
"Just really know whether I am a man or not. As for you, I want to know, but I am not happy to have sex with you." After Song Zixuan said this, he entered the ward without looking back.
Fang Zhe was left with a face whose color changed again and again. Finally, he cursed a scumbag and left the hospital angrily.
…
In the ward
Song Zixuan walked to Zhong Zhenzhen's bedside and pinched her chin, "You'd better wake up quickly and tell me what your relationship is with that man, or I want you to look good!"
Seeing that Zhong Zhenzhen didn't respond, Song Zixuan increased his intensity, "Are you deaf? I'll let you wake up!"
However, Zhong Zhenzhen didn't give him any response on the hospital bed.
Song Zixuan seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground, looking at Zhong Zhenzhen on the hospital bed and laughing.
He, the dignified Second Young Master Song, would actually fight with others over a woman, and spend so much thought on a woman.
One night passed, and Zhong Zhenzhen still didn't wake up.
I came all the way from the United States to see Zhong Zhenzhen’s condition and pondered for a long time.
"The medical skills here are already very good. It's a miracle that you can survive after being injured like this. As for whether you can wake up or not, it really depends on the patient's own willpower."
Looking at Song Zixuan, "Of course, the premise is that she wants to wake up. I suggest you talk to her more and talk about her happy past, so that she will naturally wake up if she is still nostalgic for this world."
Sighing helplessly, "There's only so much I can do."
After they left, Song Zixuan couldn't think of anything that would make Zhong Zhenzhen happy. He kept telling Zhong Zhenzhen cold jokes.
"Once upon a time, there was a female ghost. She farted, and then she died."
While talking, I started laughing
But after he talked about it for many minutes, Zhenzhen still didn’t respond.
Song Zixuan couldn't eat at noon, because the doctor suddenly told him that if Zhong Zhenzhen didn't come out today, he might always be in a vegetative state.
Returning to the ward, Song Zixuan told Assistant Sun, "Cancel all meetings for me today. I won't see anyone."
"Okay," Special Assistant Sun replied expressionlessly.
The bodyguards outside the door were complaining to themselves, how surprised would it be if others saw Mr. Song's unkempt appearance?