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

After Song Buci finished his meal, the nurse handed him the knitted gloves, and a smile appeared on her face, which was already beginning to show wrinkles.

"Miss Song, try it and see if it's suitable."

Song Buci looked at the gloves handed to him, his eyes revealing disbelief.

"This is... for me?"

"Yes." The nurse nodded. "My daughter used to be teased because of her hands, so I knitted her gloves. Later, when my family had money, I took her to the hospital for scar removal surgery."

Speaking of her daughter, she smiled wryly and said, "She suffered a lot because of her hands."

"It's my fault that I failed to protect her." The nurse sighed, and her mind came back to what her daughter had said to her while crying.

"If my hands were normal, would they not bully me?"

It happened and she had no way to stop it. She could only carefully protect her daughter's self-esteem.

"I can empathize with you because of my daughter. Besides, your hands are even more precious. Will you never be able to play the piano again with these hands?" the nurse asked in a low voice.

"It probably won't work." Song Buci shook her head. She picked up the pink gloves and put them on. They were very warm.

The horrific and hideous scars were covered by the gloves. Song Buci looked at his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's covered up and no one can see it.

The nurse didn't say anything else. After cleaning up the dishes and washing them, she took a boiled egg and asked Song Buci to apply it to his red and swollen eyes.

"Why isn't Mr. Fu here today?" The nurse glanced at the time. It was already half past eight. Why hadn't the young man come back?

Normally, I would have been in the ward with Miss Song at this time.

"He won't come." Song Buci shook his head and said.

"Ah, you two are having a fight?" the nurse asked in surprise.

"No." Song Buci shook his head and replied in a somewhat stiff voice.

The nurse didn't ask any more questions and left with the egg after the application was almost done.

I don't know what the nurse was doing here, and it was already ten o'clock when she left.

After the aunt left, the ward became deserted again.

The eldest brother is busy with work, the second brother also has an announcement to attend to, and the third brother also has official duties to attend to. Because the New Year is approaching, the three of them are even busier.

My father came over every morning and went back in the afternoon. Chen Jue also came over from time to time to accompany Song Buci.

Fu Nanfeng even stayed in the hospital to accompany her.

Song Buci saw all their efforts, especially Fu Nanfeng.

She knew that what she said this afternoon would definitely hurt Fu Nanfeng.

But now she is nothing.

If his hands were still there, the media would report that "the genius pianist and the president of Fengci Group are a perfect match."

Now it will only become "Miss Song, who has disabled hands, is pestering the upstart businessman Mr. Fu. I am shameless."

"Let's leave it like this." Song Buci gave up. It was fine to live alone for the rest of his life.

After her hands are completely healed, she will go traveling and see all over the country.

Song Buci couldn't sleep at all because she had slept too much during the day, so she found another novel to read.

It was not until two o'clock in the morning that the door of the ward opened. Song Buci heard the noise and frowned and looked over.

Fu Nanfeng walked in drunk, followed by his assistant, his face full of worry.

"Mr. Fu, please be careful." The assistant reminded, holding Fu Nanfeng's black coat and the briefcase he often used.

Fu Nanfeng was drunk and walked unsteadily. With every step he took, his body swayed as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

He smelled strongly of alcohol, and the moment Fu Nanfeng came in, the smell filled the entire room.

Song Buci frowned. Does this guy drink so much?

The assistant noticed that Song Buci was still awake on the bed. She frowned and looked particularly unhappy.

The assistant quickly explained: "Mr. Fu had dinner with a client today and accidentally drank too much."

"Miss Song, please don't be angry."

Song Buci sat up, then sighed and said, "Open the balcony door and turn on the exhaust fan."

"This alcohol smells terrible."

The assistant responded repeatedly, and Fu Nanfeng looked at her after hearing the familiar voice. After seeing Song Buci's face, Fu Nanfeng stumbled over. He had drunk too much.

As soon as he reached the bed, he fell down on the side of the bed. Song Buci quickly reached out to help him, but Fu Nanfeng rubbed his face on Song Buci's hand.

"We won't break up unless you say goodbye." Fu Nanfeng opened his blurry eyes and said, "I like you."

"I like you very, very much."

As he spoke, perhaps thinking of what Song Buci said today, Fu Nanfeng could no longer hold back his tears.

"No, you can't leave me."

"I really like you, and my love for you will never fade away."

"Not in one year, two years, three years, not even seven years."

The assistant watched his boss rubbing Miss Song's hand and crying out his love for her.

Tears were falling down her face, and it was obvious that she was really sad.

Song Buci was shocked when he saw this scene.

Who would have thought that some people who are arrogant on weekdays would be so different after getting drunk.

He rubbed his hands, making Song Buci feel like a little golden retriever who had lost his favorite toy and was crying to his owner.

Tears fell down in big drops, and she stumbled over her words of love.

Song Buci was completely stimulated by his appearance, and his heart was beating wildly.

But as he was speaking, Fu Nanfeng changed the subject and his eyes became fierce.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't like me." Fu Nanfeng said, grabbing the quilt and climbing up, looking straight at Song Buci.

"I will capture you and lock you up so that you can only think of me."

Song Buci looked at him and was speechless after hearing what he said.

Is he planning to force it?

"I will be entangled with you for the rest of my life, Song Buci~" As he said that, he leaned his head over and kissed Song Buci hard on the forehead.

He kissed someone and a smile appeared on his face.

Then he fell to the side and fell asleep.

The assistant stood aside and looked at Song Buci awkwardly, then looked at President Fu.

I screamed in my heart: Aaaaaaahh ...

Imprisonment is illegal!

"Haha, Miss Song, I'll go change Mr. Fu's clothes." As he said that, he walked over and pulled Fu Nanfeng off the bed, then helped him into the bathroom.

While the assistant was busy running around, Song Buci sat on the bed, opened the food delivery app and ordered some hangover medicine for him.

After the assistant placed the man on the chair, Song Buci pointed to the medicine beside him and said, "It's for sobering up."