【ABO】The bodyguard of the ruthless boss is too charming

After adjusting the bed to a suitable height, Wu Xi held the water glass and handed it to the man.

Song Yan didn't reach out, but frowned and said, "How can you drink so far away?"

Wu Xi immediately passed the water glass forward, and the next second, his eyes widened slightly, and Song Yan actually drank from his hand.

After drinking the water, Song Yan leaned back, his chest heaved slightly, and said, "Call Xing Jiu."

Xing Jiu rushed here quickly, and finally didn't have to face Song Yan alone. Wu Xi's tense nerves relaxed. Seeing that the two of them had something important to do, he went out wisely.

Just as he walked to the door, Song Yan's voice sounded.

"Where are you going?" His eyes were half closed, and he looked at the door casually.

Wu Xi lowered his head, looked at his feet, and said, "It's at the door."

"I'm hungry, go downstairs and buy something to eat."

A's recovery ability is many times stronger than that of ordinary people. He has just had surgery not long ago, and he can talk and eat normally after only five hours of sleep.

After buying something good, Wu Xi realized that he actually bought preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

He doesn't know how to cook, but he is best at porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. When he first lived in Song Yan's house, he cooked himself a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat every night.

Song Yan came back early one time, and happened to be in time to cook the porridge, because Wu Xi was embarrassed to eat alone, so he asked politely.

He thought Song Yan would not eat such crude food, but he gave a low hum, walked to the dining table and sat down.

After that, Song Yan often happened to come back when he was cooking porridge.

The sound of the whistle on the road woke Wu Xi up, he threw the preserved egg and lean pork porridge into the trash can, and bought a new bowl.

The entrance of the hospital was much quieter than during the day, but there were reporters all around, holding their weapons, leaning against the corner, lying on the flower bed and falling asleep.

Wu Xi bypassed these people and entered the hospital. When he reached the door of the ward, he stopped, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Xing Jiu said.

Wu Xi pushed open the door, and the two continued to talk, without interrupting the conversation because of his arrival.

"Take control of the scene tomorrow morning and only allow mainstream media to come in for interviews."

"Okay, I've already found someone to write the manuscript, boss, do you want to read it now?" Xing Jiu took out a folder.

"Leave it here, I'll watch it later."

Xing Jiu hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss, can't the interview be postponed until the afternoon? Your current body..."

"I understand my body." Song Yan interrupted Xing Jiu, and his eyes fell on Wu Xi, "What did you buy?"

Wu Xi was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Congee."

Hearing this answer, Song Yan frowned and said, "Bring it here."

Wu Xi pursed his lips, walked over quickly, put down the dining table on the hospital bed, opened the packaging bag, and revealed the shredded pork porridge with vegetables inside.

After putting the spoon away, Wu Xi withdrew his hand and was about to step aside when his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he raised his head in panic.

Song Yan's dark eyes were surging, Wu Xi froze, and the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing.

In the end, the man didn't say anything, and let go of his hand. Wu Xi quickly retracted his hand, took a step back, and tightly grasped his wrist with the other hand.

"Call a nurse over," Song Yan wearily leaned on the pillow.

Xing Jiu made a phone call, and the nurse came soon. It was a weak female B, holding a bowl, and gently feeding Song Yan the porridge.

It turns out that the man doesn't even have the strength to pick up a spoon now.

After Song Yan finished drinking the porridge, he regained his energy and spirit, and explained some things to Xing Jiu.

"The boss has a good rest, let's go out first." Xing Jiu said.

Song Yan closed his eyes and hummed.

Wu Xi followed Xing Jiu and prepared to go out together.

"You stay." Song Yan didn't specify who it was, but Wu Xi still stopped.

As the door closed, Wu Xi and Song Yan were left in the ward.

The surrounding air was suffocating, Wu Xi clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his palms, and the sharp tingling pain kept him awake.

"There is a manuscript on the table, read it to me." Song Yan said, his face was pale and transparent due to excessive blood loss, and the blue veins under the skin could be clearly seen.

The manuscript is Song Yan's speech tomorrow morning, and the questions and answers that will be encountered, every sentence is perfect.

Standing by the hospital bed, Wu Xi started to read the manuscript, and he would stop for a while after reading a paragraph of Song Yan, and then continue.

"Mr. Song, I heard..." Seeing the words behind, Wu Xi seemed to be pinched by someone, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Song Yan frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes: "Continue."

"Mr. Song, I heard that you haven't dated anyone since your wife passed away two years ago. If you are elected as an MP, would you still consider a new relationship?"

After saying this, there was a long silence in the ward, Wu Xi lowered his eyes, his hands holding the paper trembled slightly.

He never thought that Song Yan would use his sister's death to market again in order to consolidate his affectionate personality.

Two years ago, Wu Xi met Song Yan for the first time at her sister's funeral. The funeral was very grand, and I used an inappropriate word to describe it—scenery.

Yes, very beautiful.

Many well-known people from the business and political circles attended the funeral. Song Yan wore a black suit, held a wine glass and hovered among them, with a calm smile on his face, without any trace of sadness, as if this was a special event held just for him. banquet.

Wu Xi, as the only relative on the sister's side, knelt and sat in front of the altar, looking out of place. He and his sister were like clowns who accidentally entered the stage.

After the funeral, according to Song Yan's secretary, his sister entrusted him to Song Yan's care before she died, so he moved into Song Yan and her sister's house.

After a while, Song Yan probably got bored and didn't want to continue the affectionate character design, so he turned around and arranged for someone to throw him into the army, so he started a two-year nightmare.

Song Yan spoke, breaking the suffocating silence.

"How do you think I should answer?" The man was clearly making things difficult for him.

Wu Xi lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "There is an answer on the paper."

"I'm asking you." Song Yan's gaze seemed to cut Wu Xi's face with a sharp knife.

The chest seemed to be turned back and forth by a sharp spear, the air breathed into the lungs turned into thousands of blades, and the paper in his hand was crumpled.

"I don't know." Wu Xi paled.

Song Yan snorted coldly, and said, "It's a foolish act to not consider a new relationship, just keep reading."

The teeth bite the flesh on the inside of the lips, and the smell of blood spreads in the mouth.

"Answer: For some people, once in a lifetime is enough..."