Become a rival virtual lover

Chapter 81 His body is still false...

Song Jingming was stunned.

"Mr. Song, what's the matter?" The doctor who opened the door for him was unprepared, and he just bumped into him when he exited. He took a step back before standing still, and he couldn't help asking strangely.

Song Jingming lost his language function.

"He...they..."

He had a deep memory of the helicopter that was still parked on the roof. The doctor didn't want to offend these seemingly untouchable guests, so he patiently waited for him to finish speaking.

Song Jingming also quickly calmed down.

He couldn't help but ask, "Why do they live in one ward?"

The doctor hesitated, thinking of Fu Yueting's explanation last night, and replied: "There is no vacant ward in the hospital, so Mr. Qin and Mr. Fu can only live together temporarily."

Hearing these words, Song Jingming's bloody expression finally restrained.

It turned out that there were no wards.

No wonder...

But when he blinked and thought of the scene he had just seen, he felt an indescribable breath stuck in his chest, which made him very awkward.

Song Jingming looked at the doctor.

"Mr. Song?" The doctor looked at him.

Forget it.

I can't ask what's in my heart.

Song Jingming exhaled this turbid breath, walked forward again, and entered the ward again.

Seeing the scene on the hospital bed for the second time, even though he was prepared, he still froze for a step before slowly approaching.

The doctor walked behind him.

After seeing the scene in the ward clearly, he finally understood why Song Jingming had such a big reaction just now.

The beds in the hospital are all configured for one person, and the space is narrow.

But now, there were two grown men lying on the hospital bed.

The two are tall and straight, and the doctor saw them yesterday, and now they are lying on the bed, and they can only turn sideways.

Last night, the weather was still cloudy, and there was still some air-conditioning in the room at the moment.

Qin Yan and Fu Yueting were lying on the same bed, covered with the same quilt, but only from the distance between the two of them almost face to face, one could guess what was going on under the quilt.

Seeing this, the doctor couldn't help feeling: "The relationship between the two is really good."

Song Jingming's mouth twitched slightly.

He walked to the bed, only to find that Qin Yan's left arm was still under Fu Yueting's neck, as if he was holding Fu Yueting in his arms.

He was literally speechless.

Yesterday afternoon, he received a call from Fu Yueting. He heard that Qin Yan had a car accident. He was shocked. He pressed the matter down first, and then spent the afternoon to settle the company's affairs. When he returned home at night, he started to be afraid.

He didn't know how Qin Yan was hurt, and he was anxious, so he couldn't wait for the helicopter to come back and forth in the morning, so he simply followed.

But who would have thought that when he rushed here in a hurry, the first thing he saw would be such a scene.

If the doctor hadn't said that there was no ward, he might have thought about it again.

Thinking of this, Song Jingming sighed, looked at the time, and then reached out to pat Qin Yan's arm on the quilt.

"Old Qin, Lao Qin, wake up."

Qin Yan's eyelids moved slightly.

Hearing Song Jingming's voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

"The helicopter sent by Mr. Fu is here. Get up and clean up." Song Jingming suppressed the weirdness in his heart when he saw him wake up.

He thought that if he saw the posture of the two of them, it might make the atmosphere awkward. In order to avoid this, he planned to change the subject as much as possible, so he asked again after speaking:

"How are you feeling now, okay?"

"Ah."

Seeing that Qin Yan's tone was still calm and his expression was quite calm, Song Jingming knew that his worries were in vain.

At this time, Fu Yueting also heard the conversation between the two, and slowly woke up.

Song Jingming greeted him: "Boss Fu."

Fu Yueting's voice was hoarse: "Morning."

After finishing speaking, he coughed.

Song Jingming was about to say a word of concern, when Qin Yan frowned and raised his hand to test the temperature of Fu Yueting's forehead.

"Why is it so hot?"

"Maybe it's too hot." Fu Yueting didn't want Qin Yan to pay too much attention to his illness, so he asked instead, "Are you better?"

Qin Yan said: "It's much better."

Fu Yueting nodded: "That's good."

After saying this, he pinched the bridge of his nose, then lifted the quilt and got up, put on his shoes, went around the end of the bed, and walked to Qin Yan's side.

Seeing that Song Jingming was still standing there, he said, "President Song please step aside."

Song Jingming was still staring at them in a daze, but when he heard the words, he reacted and stepped aside quickly.

Fu Yueting then continued to support Qin Yan to get up, sat in the wheelchair, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Do you want to go back after breakfast, or eat on the way?"

"It will be all right."

"Then leave after eating, I'm afraid you won't have an appetite on the plane."

"it is good."

The sound of the conversation between the two entered the bathroom and was covered by the sound of water.

Song Jingming stared at the door of the bathroom straightly and foolishly, with complicated emotions that were hard to describe.

"Mr. Fu is very careful and considerate in taking care of him. Even if professional nurses come, he may not be able to do a good job." The doctor stood with him, seeing that he hadn't looked away for a long time, he made a special point.

Song Jingming: "..."

careful.

thoughtful.

This is indeed not a word to praise the president.

He wondered what had happened during the few short days he had been away.

Is this a big change in Fu Yueting's temperament?

Leaving such a big Fu family alone, come down to experience the life of a nurse? ?

But Fu Yueting would definitely not give him an answer, and Qin Yan never bothered to talk about such things, so Song Jingming had to chat with the doctor occasionally, trying to find out the truth.

It's a pity that Qin Yan and Fu Yueting were hospitalized only yesterday, and the doctor didn't have much contact with them, so they simply didn't know what to ask.

When the two came out of the bathroom again, Song Jingming couldn't get any useful information from him.

"Shall we go?" Song Jingming sighed secretly, and could only ask resignedly.

Fu Yueting said: "If Mr. Song doesn't mind, Qin Yan and I plan to have dinner before leaving."

Maybe it was the series of discoveries just now that made Song Jingming's nerves sensitive.

He immediately noticed the change in Fu Yueting's title.

In the past, no matter where he was, even in private, Fu Yueting only called Qin Yan "President Qin".

How has it changed today?

But he remained calm: "It's okay, I just didn't eat, together?"

As he spoke, he looked at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan was also slightly surprised by Fu Yueting's sudden change of words.

But after yesterday, they can almost be said to have a life-threatening friendship. Since they are friends, it is inevitable that they are too unfamiliar to call each other in the business field.

Sensing Song Jingming's gaze, he only said softly, "Let's go."

Song Jingming couldn't see any abnormality from his face, he looked away awkwardly, and walked out of the ward together with the doctor first.

Fu Yueting pushed Qin Yan in the wheelchair, and walked slowly behind the two of them.

Seeing the backs of the two people in front of him disappearing at the door, he looked down at Qin Yan's hair, but it seemed as if he could read Qin Yan's acquiescence through his hair, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his lips.

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After having breakfast in the hospital cafeteria downstairs, the three of them finally came to the helicopter and boarded the plane back.

Qin Yan's sprain hadn't healed yet, and Fu Yueting sat side by side with him in the back row, guarding against accidents all the way, whispering in his ear from time to time, asking if there was any need for help.

Song Jingming sat in the front row, and every time he turned his head, he saw the two of them whispering to each other, feeling depressed, so he had to turn around every time, as if he was alone.

After getting off the plane, the hospital who got the news arranged for medical staff to pick him up early.

Then after finishing the test and settling down in the ward, it was already afternoon.

Song Jingming looked at the time and asked Qin Yan: "Do you want to tell Uncle Han and them about your hospitalization?"

"There's no need to worry him." Qin Yan said, "Tell him I'm still on a business trip."

"Understood." Song Jingming said, "No one in the company knows about your car accident. Just now the doctor said that you have to rest for a few days. What about the company?"

Fortunately, Qin Yan's injuries were minor, but his movements were somewhat inconvenient.

"Take a few days of sick leave for me. The recent meeting doesn't need to be canceled, and it will all be changed to online." Qin Yan simply arranged the work for the past few days, and said, "Let Xinman send all the documents here."

Song Jingming hesitated: "You are already like this, and the doctor also said that you need to rest. It is better to be less busy and push back if you can."

Qin Yan glanced at him: "Just do as I say."

"Okay." Song Jingming knew that it was always difficult to change his mind when he made a decision, so he sighed again.

"Eat some fruit first, the ordered meal will arrive in half an hour." Fu Yueting stood aside, without interfering with Qin Yan's work content. Seeing that the conversation between the two had come to an end, he handed over the fruit that the nurse had brought in just now. In front of Qin Yan, he pulled up the small table.

"Thank you." Qin Yan took the fruit fork from him.

Fu Yueting turned around and took a cup of warm water and put it on the bedside, and said to Song Jingming who was standing still: "Mr. Song, sit down."

Song Jingming subconsciously sat down.

Before he could think of what to say, Fu Yueting had already looked back at Qin Yan.

Fu Yueting said: "The weather is fine today. If you are not sleepy after dinner, we can go downstairs for a walk."

"Okay." Qin Yan glanced out of the window, and it turned out that the sky was clear.

But when he finished speaking, he turned to Fu Yueting, "If you have to go back to the Fu family, don't think about me, the business is important."

The slightly curved arc of Fu Yueting's thin lips was fleeting: "I know."

Qin Yan and him looked at each other for a moment, then said softly, "That's good."

Then cut the fruit into two, "I can't finish it."

Fu Yueting then raised his hand to take it——

Song Jingming watched silently.

He always felt that sitting here at this moment was purely superfluous.

But obviously, he was the first.

And no matter what, always eat before leaving.

Otherwise, it would be unreasonable for him to be so busy all day without getting anything.

After waiting for half an hour, the belated lunch arrived.

Fu Yueting first put Qin Yan's portion on the small table, opened the lunch box, washed the tableware, and handed the spoon to Qin Yan.

Just watching, Song Jingming felt sour in his heart.

He looked down at himself, strong enough to support himself.

Fu Yueting and Song Jingming returned to the sofa together and opened their own.

When Song Jingming opened the lunch box, he could smell the strong aroma, and immediately forgot about other things, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a big piece of chopsticks as soon as he said hello.

Not long after he ate and drank enough, he went to rinse his mouth and came back. Just as he was about to leave and go back to the company, Fu Yueting was also turning around to push the wheelchair.

Thinking of what Fu Yueting said just now that he wanted to go downstairs with Qin Yan, Song Jingming thought about it, but he didn't say anything, and decided to go down together for a while.

But Qin Yan saw Fu Yueting struggling to unlock the wheelchair with one hand, and suddenly said, "Yue Ting."

Fu Yueting paused.

Song Jingming, who hadn't recovered for a long time, turned his gaze stiffly to Qin Yan.

His body still maintains a false composure.

But his soul had already left his body, and he fell backward in fright at Qin Yan's intimate name.