Quick Wear: The female supporting role makes a comeback by giving birth to a child

When Huo Mingchen and the other two were about to reach the door of Song Yaoyao's ward, Huo Ting suddenly quickened his pace and walked to the front.

Then he reached out and opened the door.

But he stood by the door, not looking away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Song Miaomiao and Huo Mingchen walking side by side.

A hint of unwillingness flashed across his eyes.

Mingming, he was the one who knew Miaomiao first!

But at this moment, the atmosphere between the two was so harmonious that there was no room for a third person.

"Thank you."

When Song Miaomiao passed by Huo Ting, she nodded slightly to thank him but did not look at him.

But Huo Ting felt his heart stirring.

Song Yaoyao was originally sitting on the hospital bed in a daze.

In her mind, she thought of the sweet years she spent with Yu Yan as her lover.

The next moment, I was forcibly tied to the operating table, listening to his cold words, and feeling the despair and pain of having one of my kidneys removed.

But in the end, all of these were replaced by Yu Yan lying in a pool of blood.

He looked at her so tenderly.

He said he loved her.

He is now lying alone in the hospital bed.

When Song Yaoyao thought of this, she felt heartbroken.

She stood up and tried to get out of bed.

She wanted to go to the ICU to be with him.

Even though there is thick glass and a long distance between us.

She wanted to stay just now.

However, there were so many people there at the time that she had to come back first.

The door was suddenly opened.

Song Yaoyao paused with the leg she had just stretched out, and then slowly retracted it.

Seeing Huo Ting standing at the door without even looking at her, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

But she still shouted obediently: "Brother Huo Ting, you are here."

Huo Ting didn't respond to her.

Or rather, his heart was entirely on Song Miaomiao at the moment, and he didn't hear her speak at all.

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes and curled herself up into a ball.

Two slender arms hugged me tightly.

She was indeed not liked.

Whether it is Yu Yan or Huo Ting, the person they like is their sister.

My sister is so lucky.

Born with parents in mind, spoiled, it is easy for him to be liked by so many people.

And she...

I was taken away from the right place when I was young.

The fiancé who was supposed to belong to her was also taken away by someone else.

She finally got the man back, but that man had no eyes for her.

At this moment, Song Yaoyao felt as if her heart was soaked in bitter water.

"Yaoyao, sister is here. Are you hungry? Should I ask the babysitter to bring some food?"

After a busy day, she was already starving.

If she hadn't wanted to play the role of an older sister well, she would have taken Achen away just now.

She pulled up a chair and sat down.

Huo Mingchen half-sat on the accompanying bed behind her, his eyes never leaving her.

Song Yaoyao blinked and suppressed the heat in her eyes.

She raised her head, her little face full of weakness:

"Sister, no, I can't eat now."

"Okay. Since you don't want to eat, I'll ask the nanny to bring food for me and Chen."

Song Yaoyao: ...

Isn't this correct?

Shouldn’t she say, “Since you don’t want to eat, then I won’t eat either and will accompany you”?

She bit her lip, but couldn't hit herself in the face, so she could only change the subject:

"By the way, sister, why didn't you go back?"

Song Miaomiao smiled gently: "Of course I'm worried about you. You're sick, so as your sister, of course I have to accompany you."

Song Yaoyao: Then why can't you stay away from meals with me? Hypocrisy!

But on her face, she was full of emotion:

"Sister is still the best!"

The two sisters here love each other very much and look closer than sisters who grew up together.

Next to him, Huo Ting also walked to the accompanying bed and half-sat there, looking at Song Miaomiao who was talking to her sister with gentle eyes.

But he whispered to Huo Mingchen:

"Uncle, do you love Miaomiao?"

Huo Mingchen looked at him strangely and did not answer this question which seemed a bit stupid to him.

It’s not that there is no love in wealthy families, but this love is also mixed with too many interests.

He admitted that he had some feelings for Song Miaomiao.

But when it comes to love...

That word is too heavy.

He is more just curious now.

I'm curious about what secrets Song Miaomiao holds.

Why did she always look at him with such strange eyes?

And why is it that, as if she has foresight into the future, she can buy and sell in the stock market with ease, making a fortune every day and never failing?

How did she know about those people who had great technology but were unknown and with whom she had never had any contact?

Huo Mingchen's heart was filled with confusion and curiosity.

At the same time, we are also deeply vigilant.

He was used to the feeling of having everything under control.

In his opinion, the secret of Song Miaomiao was like a time bomb, which might explode suddenly and drown him at any time.

He had to stay alert at all times and find the answer as soon as possible so that he could get away in time before the explosion.

But Huo Ting didn't know what Huo Mingchen was thinking.

He just felt that his uncle looked at him with contempt.

He was furious.

But she was afraid that Song Miaomiao would hear her, so she could only lower her voice:

"Uncle, please give Miaomiao to me!"

There was a hint of anger in his voice.

It's jealousy towards the person who has always been superior to him.

Huo Mingchen finally looked at him this time.

However, his expression seemed even more indescribable:

"You two are not suitable."

At least, the idiot Huo Ting didn't discover Song Miaomiao's methods for all these years.

He couldn't beat Song Miaomiao.

Huo Ting felt a lump in his heart, his whole face turned red, and he was speechless.

Huo Mingchen ignored him.

The atmosphere in the entire ward was warm yet a little weird.

But no one cared about the four people in the ward.

Soon.

The Song family's nanny came with four thermos buckets:

"The eldest lady, the second lady, Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo."

She called everyone.

Place the thermos on the bedside table.

"The master and the mistress called back earlier and said they were still busy over there and would not be back for the time being. Let the eldest lady take care of the second lady first."

Song Miaomiao was obviously not surprised by this.

She nodded:

"Okay, I got it. I will take good care of Yaoyao, you go back first."

"Yes, Miss."

The nanny turned and left.

Song Miaomiao stood up and opened the thermos.

There were three boxes of lunch, six dishes and two soups in it.

She called Huo Mingchen: "Achen, come and eat."

Then he asked Song Yaoyao, "Yaoyao, you really don't want to eat something?"

After a pause, without waiting for Song Yaoyao to speak, she seemed to have received the answer and took Song Yaoyao's silence as a rejection.

"Okay. Then Achen and I will eat first. We can talk later if you are hungry."

Song Yaoyao: ...

I felt sorry for my reservedness just now.

But he could only nod his head and say, "Yes."

Huo Ting finally found an opportunity to talk to Song Miaomiao.

He showed a flattering smile on his face, "Miaomiao, you guys eat first. Yaoyao is here, I'll take care of you!"

Song Miaomiao's eyes flashed with disdain, but her tone was still gentle:

"Okay. I'll trouble you then. Achen and I will go out to eat. You can have a good talk with Yaoyao."