You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Soon, Song Buci and Fu Nanfeng were the only ones left in the ward, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Song Buci lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Fu Nanfeng, who was sitting next to her, immediately stood up and walked over to carefully protect her, as if he was afraid that she would fall or get hurt.

Song Buci raised his eyes and glared at him, then walked to the bathroom. At the door, Song Buci raised his hand to close it, and Fu Nanfeng subconsciously said, "Your hand is not healed yet..."

"The plaster has been removed." Song Buci said coldly, then slammed the door shut.

Fu Nanfeng stood at the door, touching his nose, not realizing for a moment how he had offended Song Buci.

On the toilet, Song Buci sat there with a stern face, already thinking about how to break up with that guy Fu Nanfeng.

Anyway, this relationship was the beginning of his self-righteousness, and he got it by pretending to be stupid.

Song Buci raised her hand and slapped herself, but because her hand had just been removed from the plaster and was not very flexible, the slap caused her face to be scratched by her long nails.

"Hiss..." Song Buci felt pain, then withdrew his hand, looked at his long nails, and thought that he should cut them later.

Because of playing the piano, Song Buci always cuts his nails when they grow long and never gets manicures.

Because she uses these hands to play the piano, long nails will affect her piano playing.

Standing in front of the sink, Song Buci looked at herself in the mirror. Because the weather was cold and she had been staying in bed for a long time without going out for a walk, her cheeks were now a lot rounder.

His skin color was even a shade lighter than before, becoming a sickly white color.

Now that the plaster on her hands has been removed, she will be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

In other words, she no longer has to fall asleep smelling the disinfectant every day.

very nice.

After leaving the bathroom, Fu Nanfeng, who was waiting on the side, stood up immediately, with a worried look on his face and an anxious voice, "How's your hand? Did you bump into anything?"

"It's okay." Song Buci replied and walked towards the hospital bed, his hand touching his lower abdomen.

The mermaid line she once had had turned into a soft little belly, which made Song Buci a little overwhelmed. She had gained weight.

Sitting on the bed, Song Buci asked, "Is there a scale?"

"Yes." Fu Nanfeng nodded, then took out a pink scale from the corner of the closet and placed it in front of Song Buci.

Song Buci stood there and watched her weight soar from 90 kilograms to almost 100 kilograms. She became very worried.

She gained weight!

"I've gained weight..." Song Buci sat on the edge of the bed, his face full of despair.

Fu Nanfeng walked over and took a look. Looking at the frozen numbers on it, he thought it was okay.

"It's not heavy, not heavy at all." Fu Nanfeng comforted.

To reassure her, he reached out and picked her up.

"Look, it's so easy." Fu Nanfeng said with a smile.

Song Buci was held in his arms, smelling the unique scent that belonged to him and feeling distressed by his strong heartbeat.

My cheeks slowly turned red.

The faint scent of perfume similar to tea made Song Buci feel dizzy.

She shrank her nose, then snorted, "I know you're strong, put me down quickly."

Fu Nanfeng reluctantly put the person back on the bed and said, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

As he said this, he habitually pulled open the quilt and pressed the person into the bed, then pulled the quilt up to cover her.

Song Buci blinked at him and finally reminded him, "I've removed the plaster from my hand."

"I know." Fu Nanfeng certainly knew, but he just wanted to care more about Song Buci.

Song Buci has always had good sleep quality and fell asleep soon after lying down.

But Fu Nanfeng didn't. He sat by the bed and watched Song Buci reach out and grab her hands. Looking at the scars on her ten fingers, his eyes were full of heartache.

He bent down and kissed the scar on his finger. His eyes were slightly red and a crystal teardrop quietly fell on the bed.

Those two women were so cruel. Liu Shuyi's death would put an end to everything, but the harm she caused to Song Buci would follow him for the rest of his life.

Lu Zhixia was released after serving a few years in prison, and could be released early if he behaved well.

After being released from prison, she started a new life.

It's so boring. They don't have to suffer any of the harm that his family has suffered.

No, they must pay the price they deserve.

"I will avenge you."

Fu Nanfeng spoke softly, rubbing his cheek against the back of Song Buci's hand.

His face was full of obsession and heartache.

Maybe Fu Nanfeng made too much noise, which made Song Buci feel uncomfortable and humming, and the hand that was held in his hand was pulled out.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Fu Nanfeng leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Good night."

Fu Nanfeng put both her hands into the quilt and covered them. He also lay on the recliner beside him, pulled the quilt over her, took one last look at Song Buci's sleeping face, and then closed his eyes.

The next day, Song Buci began to persuade her brother Song Yunshen to agree to discharge her from the hospital.

It’s a pity that Song Yunshen is easy to talk to in other matters, but extremely stubborn in this regard.

"No, the doctor said you have to stay for another week before you can be discharged." Song Yunshen shook his head and refused.

"Besides, your hand will have to start rehabilitation training in a few days, so you won't be able to be discharged from the hospital."

what!

Do I still need to undergo rehabilitation training and stay in the hospital?

Song Buci now misses the big bed room in his home so much. Although the bed in the ward is also comfortable to sleep on, how can it compare to the one at home?

"I don't want to be hospitalized anymore, I want to go home!"

Song Buci no longer cared about face. She just wanted to go home and eat spicy food!

She can't stand it anymore!

"No." Song Yunshen refuted seriously.

“Your body is important.”

Hearing this, Song Buci sat dejectedly on the chair. She looked at Song Yunshen with a look of resentment that was as deep as it could be.

"Brother..." Song Buci continued without giving up.

"There's no point calling me brother now."

"Hmph, then I'll go find my father." After saying that, Song Buci took out his mobile phone and found Song Chenyu's WeChat on WeChat, then sent a few messages.

[Song Buci: Dad, I want to be discharged from the hospital, but my eldest brother doesn't agree.]

Song Buci: Dad, Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I don't want to spend it in the hospital.

[Song Buci: You must agree!]

Song Chenyu quickly sent a message to reply to Song Buci.

[Song Chenyu: No, your elder brother said you can't be discharged from the hospital yet.]

[Song Chenyu: Listen to your elder brother.]

Seeing these two pieces of news, Song Buci's eyes widened. She looked at Song Yunshen who was sitting next to her with an unbelievable look and said, "When did you tell your father?"

"Yesterday." Song Yunshen did not hide it from her.