Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun felt that she had a very long and long dream. When she woke up, she looked at the snow-white ceiling, and there was an illusion like the next world.

The world around is very quiet, and occasionally a few light footsteps are heard in the corridor.

Song Qingchun's brain was blank. After staring at the ceiling for a long time, he slowly moved his eyes, slowly turned his head, and looked out the window.

The weather was a mess, and there was no cloud in the blue sky. It was the noonday sun that hung high in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly.

The windows are slightly open, the spring breeze is warm, mixed with the fragrance of the early spring flowers, and the curtains are blown gently.

Such a good weather makes people's moods become inexplicably stretched, Song Qingchun bent his lips, his eyes continued to drift aside, and then he saw the infusion bottle hanging by the bed, with the slowly dripping liquid , Song Qingchun saw the needle stick into the back of his left hand.

Why is she infusion? are you sick?

Song Qingchun raised her right hand, trying to touch her head, but found that her hand was clenched tightly. She frowned, looked subconsciously, and then saw that Song Menghua would be lying beside the bed Lifted his head.

Song Menghua first stared at her for a while, then raised her hand and waved in front of her eyes, making sure that her eyeballs were turning with the movement of her hand, and immediately shouted excitedly, "Wake up, wake up..." "

Then the person stood up quickly, took the phone aside, and dialed it out.

Immediately after the toilet door was opened, Fang Rou ran wet and ran out. When he saw Song Qingqing with his eyes open, he smiled immediately: "Youth, you can be considered awake, do you know, you have been sleeping for three days and four days It's too late to scare me and my dad to death!"

Three days and four nights? She slept so long?

Song Qingchun, who was awake for the first time after a long sleep, responded a little slowly. She hadn't figured out what was going on. She saw many people wearing white coats and walked in.

Those people, men and women, were around her, measuring blood pressure, listening to heartbeats, and even opened her eyes.

After about half an hour, the talents dispersed and Song Qingchun's breathing followed. Then he saw a taller man, took off his mask, and asked her, "You still remember your name What's the name?"

Song Qingchun frowned, and the doctor's expression didn't seem to be joking with herself. He was silent for a moment, and returned: "Song Qingchun."

"Who is he, do you know?" The doctor turned and pointed to Song Menghua who was helped by Fang Rou.

Song Qingchun moved her lips: "My dad."

"What about this one?" The doctor pointed to Fang Rou instead.

"Sister-in-law."

After Song Qingchun finished his answer, the doctor turned his head with a smile and said to Song Menghua and Fang Rou: "Miss Song is fine, no congestion is found in her brain, and there is no memory loss. It may be that the brain was suffering at that time. The impact was too big, I passed out, I slept longer, and now I have a slight concussion. As long as I take a good rest, I will soon recover."

The impact on my head was too big...

With the doctor's words, Song Qingchun's blank brain quickly flashed the picture of being caught in the head and crashing into the car.

She frowned, and that night, **** and violent pictures popped into her mind.