After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Song Shiwei's face was livid with anger, she gritted her teeth: "Qi Yunqian, you are despicable and shameless."

Qi Yunqian has been scolded by her a lot, but he is a little used to it. With his eyes downcast, he unhurriedly stirred the black rice porridge in the heat preservation box to make it reach a temperature that can be eaten.

"I'm mean and shameless, what can you do?"

Song Shiwei was itchy with anger at his rascal appearance.

She was too lazy to continue wasting time with him, took a deep breath, and asked coldly: "As long as you drink the porridge, you will get out of my sight, right?"

Qi Yunqian shook his head slightly: "No."

Song Shiwei's face darkened instantly, and her voice was raised: "Qi Yunqian! Don't go too far!"

Enduring the pain in his heart, Qi Yunqian looked at Song Shiwei with deep eyes and said, "I only want you to promise me to heal the wound before leaving. From tomorrow onwards, I will not appear in front of you."

"Okay!" Song Shiwei nodded sharply, "I promise you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to Qi Yunqian, with an extremely ugly expression on her face: "I won't bother you to feed the porridge. I hurt my abdomen, not my hands."

Qi Yunqian didn't give it to her, and got up first to help her adjust the height of the head of the bed.

Then he tested the temperature of the porridge with the back of his hand, and after confirming that the porridge could be eaten, he handed the insulated box to her: "If you can't drink it, put it next to the bedside table."

Song Shiwei didn't speak, and lowered his head to drink the porridge with a cold face.

The ward became quiet again.

Qi Yunqian lowered his eyes slightly, looking almost greedily at the delicate face so close, with deep greed and pain in his eyes.

He knew very well that with Song Shiwei's attitude of burning jade and rock together, he would definitely die by force.

The only thing he can do now is to let go temporarily.

After he finishes handling the company's affairs, he will go to her again.

Song Shiwei ignored the hot eyes on her, quickly drank half full, and put the thermos box on the bedside: "You can go."

Qi Yunqian didn't find any more excuses to stay, picked up the insulation box, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and put it on the bedside table, told her to take a good rest, and left the ward.

Seeing the mobile phone on the bedside table, Song Shiwei's depressed mood improved a little.

She picked up the phone and turned it on.

As soon as it was opened, an unfamiliar number called.

Song Shiwei frowned, picked up the phone: "Hello..."

"Hello, are you Miss Song Shiwei Song?" Hang Mushan's clear voice came out.

Song Shiwei was startled: "I am, may I ask you..."

"Miss Song, I finally got in touch with you!" Hang Mushan's seriousness broke within two seconds, and he bluffed, "My name is Hang Mushan, and I'm a great god, Shen Yanhe's friend. She doesn't trust you when she's abroad. Let me watch over you."

"As a result, I got your phone number yesterday, and you didn't answer dozens of calls, but I was scared to death! I almost contacted the Great God!"

Hang Mushan had lingering fears.

The master finally got in touch with him, and asked him to help him a second time.

He just wanted to play well, but he couldn't be contacted, which scared him enough.

But he didn't dare to investigate the background of the great god's friend without authorization. He was afraid that the great god would be angry when he found out, so he could only hold the phone and wait anxiously for Song Shiwei to turn it on.

"Xiao Hemiao's friend?" Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment, a warm current flowing slowly in his heart.

It should be the phone call yesterday that made Xiao Hemiao aware that she was not in the right state.

That's why she asked her friends to take care of her.

Song Shiwei's eyes were slightly hot, and he missed her more and more.

"Yes, Miss Song, this is my number. If you are in trouble, you can call me for help at any time."

Hang Mushan grinned and said, "I have nothing else but a lot of people and a lot of money."

Song Shiwei pursed her lips that had recovered a bit of blood, glanced at the door of the ward, and lowered her voice: "I really need your help."

"However, I hope you don't tell Xiao Hemiao about this..."

-

the next day.

Qi Yunqian kept the agreement, except for asking his assistant to bring up food, drink, and clean clothes, he really didn't show up in front of her.

Song Shiwei was greatly relieved by this.

Without Qi Yunqian's obstruction, her next plan would be much smoother.

But at noon, an unexpected guest came to Song Shiwei's ward.

Song Shiwei was half lying on the bed, eating porridge slowly.

The door was pushed open suddenly.

A beautiful, tall, curvy young woman with curly long hair came in, holding a fruit basket in her hand.

Jiang Luoshu looked at Song Shiwei who was still pale on the bed, with a smile on his face, and said politely, "Hi, I'm Jiang Luoshu, we met before."

"I know you." Song Shiwei nodded lightly: "Are you okay?"

"Miss Song, you probably don't know that the Jiang family and the Qi family are engaged, right? I'm Yun Qian's fiancee now." Jiang Luoshu sat on the escort chair and said warmly.

Song Shiwei's face was pale, and she looked up at her: "So what? You think I'm pestering Qi Yunqian? You want me to stay away from him?"

"No." Jiang Luoshu shook her head, "I'm here to help you."

Song Shiwei paused slightly: "Help me?"

"Yes, you don't believe it." Jiang Luoshu smiled bitterly, and said, "I know you were imprisoned by Qi Yunqian, and I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen to me."

"Our Jiang family has a cooperation with the Qi family's company. I was afraid that I would offend him and bring trouble to the company, so I didn't continue to persuade him, and I didn't pay attention."

"But I didn't expect..." Jiang Luoshu's expression was a bit indescribable: "He will make you like this."

Song Shiwei's expression was subtle.

Jiang Luoshu seems to have misunderstood.

But she was right to misunderstand, the injury on her body was indeed caused by Qi Yunqian indirectly.

If it wasn't for his refusal to let her go, she wouldn't have come up with such a way to burn everything together.

Song Shiwei didn't try to explain, but asked, "How can you help me?"

"I can find someone to help you escape from the hospital." Jiang Luoshu took a deep breath and said with deep eyes, "It's just that I will help you on conditional."

"I hope you can help me persuade Qi Yunqian to marry me."

Song Shiwei raised her eyebrows slightly, put the heat preservation box in her hand on the bedside table, and asked softly, "Don't you already know what kind of man Qi Yunqian is? How dare you marry such a paranoid man?"

Jiang Luoshu smiled: "It doesn't matter if I dare or not for a commercial marriage."

Song Shiwei's eyes were complicated, and the eyes that fell on Jiang Luoshu showed a bit of pity. She sighed, "I can't fulfill your conditions, and Qi Yunqian won't listen to me."

"He will listen to you." Jiang Luoshu said firmly: "As long as you leave him a letter, I will help you put on a play and let you escape from him forever."

Song Shiwei pondered for two seconds, nodded and agreed: "Yes, I agree to your conditions."

-

On the other side, country m.

Fu Yanhe Manor, study room on the second floor.

Fu Yanhe went out to deal with the company's affairs, and Shen Yanhe was alone today.

Shen Yanhe received a message from Hang Mushan to keep her safe, and she was relieved when she learned that nothing happened to Song Shiwei.

Just at this time, the study door was pushed open from the outside.

Bafang walked in and said, "Ma'am, Miss Farrell is here."