After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 538 Inexplicable Hostility

The annual rose show in Nancheng is here again, and Nansong is plunged into new busyness.

Jiang Fan suffered from a severe cold that led to pneumonia. He was hospitalized during the busiest time. His condition kept getting worse and he had to ask for leave. Everything fell on Nan Song's head. He wanted to be split in half and busy. Fortunately, the Yu family had Yu Jinwen on their side, so she didn't have to worry too much. Yu Jinwen also went back to Beicheng to deal with some important matters. The young lovers separated for the time being and started living in two cities.

During the day, the two of them were busy with their own affairs and found time to reply to each other's messages, just like other men and women in love.

Nan Song would forget to eat when he was busy. Life assistant Shasha would sigh every time she saw the cold meals and complained to the group that Yu Jinwen secretly invited, saying that Mr. Nan didn't eat well. Yu Jinwen called him, just like Tang Monk. Repeatedly.

It's really annoying to Nan Song. I don't know how he can control his own movements so accurately.

Every day at noon, Yu Jinwen would ask a nutritionist to prepare a nutritious meal for her, and deliver it to her office with insulated tableware. All her favorite dishes. The two of them would video chat, eat face to face, and chat about some daily topics. Some bad jokes.

Therefore, in the President Office of Nan Group, you can often hear the hearty laughter of "Hahahahaha" from President Nan.

Then he sighed and said, "Women in love are different. I feel the air is sweet."

"No, I think Mr. Nan looks much better than before. Love nourishes people."

"But Mr. Yu is also very busy. The two of us live in the south and north and don't see each other every day. Long-distance relationships are very hard."

"Mr. Nan must have something in mind. Let's not worry about her. Let's just do what we are doing. I don't know how Mr. Jiang's health is. I haven't been to the company for almost a month. I'm really in trouble. accustomed."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang is really a model worker. He exhausted himself. When I went to the hospital to see him, his face was pale and so thin that it was sunken. It was really unbearable to look at... So comrades, the body is the revolution Of course, health is always the first priority."

In the office, Yu Jinwen said to Nan Song, who was laughing non-stop: "Don't choke, laugh after eating."

Nan Song glared at him, "It's not you who insists on telling jokes while I'm eating."

"Your smile is too low." Yu Jinwen said.

Nan Song immediately raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Yu Jinwen hurriedly said: "It's not low, it's my mistake, I will correct it."

Nan Song snorted lightly, that was it.

But it's really strange. Yu Jinwen is not a humorous person, and his jokes are mediocre, and he can't even be called emotional. But she just finds it funny, and some funny jokes are paired with his unfunny face. His face seemed particularly funny.

She usually has a high smile point, but she doesn't know why it has become so low.

Yu Jinwen had already finished eating, but because she had been laughing for a long time, many dishes had not been touched, and she did not want to waste them, so she ate slowly when she heard Yu Jinwen ask, "Is Jiang Fan not discharged from the hospital yet?"

"No." Nan Song said: "I don't know what's going on. I plan to go to the hospital to see him after get off work today. A few days ago, I went to the hospital to see if he was alive or dead. He refused to see me. He said he was afraid of infecting me and kicked me out directly. Come out."

Speaking of this, Nan Song was also very helpless. Jiang Fan had been stubborn since he was a child, and the things he believed in couldn't be explained to him.

The two chatted for a few more words. Nan Song had a meeting to hold in the afternoon, so he closed the line.

Another busy afternoon.

In the evening, Nan Song went to the hospital to visit Jiang Fan. To his surprise, there was someone else in the ward, a girl.

She was sitting by the bed feeding him soup.

Jiang Fan tilted his head slightly and saw Nan Song standing at the door. His pupils shrank in shock, and he immediately choked and coughed heavily.

The girl who fed him the soup stood up, patted his back, and said angrily: "Drink slowly...are you okay?"

Jiang Fan's face turned red when he coughed, and he still couldn't hide his surprise when he looked at Nan Song who was walking in. "Xiao Song, why are you here?!"

"Come and see you."

Nan Song put down the fruit basket he had brought, and the flowers paused in mid-air. The girl reached out and took them, "Give me the flowers."

The girl had a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament, but her eyes felt empty and cold.

Nan Song looked at her calmly and handed the flowers over.

"Thank you." The girl took the flowers and put them on the bedside table. Then she looked at Nan Song and said gracefully: "You are Mr. Nan, right? I often hear Brother Fan talking about you. Let me introduce myself, I am Jiang Fan's Girlfriend, Song Xi."

Nan Song had already guessed her identity and was not too surprised, "Hello, Nan Song."

She shook Song Xi's extended hand back and was about to take it back, but Song Xi held it.

Nan Song raised her eyes slightly and met Song Xi's eyes. She had a pair of red and phoenix eyes, which reflected a small cold light. The gentle aura just now suddenly became a bit sharp, and the hand holding her was slowly tightening. Nan Song didn't move and felt the other person's strength. Her hand was really strong. There was no change on her face. She only pinched the other person's tiger's mouth lightly.

Song Xi frowned slightly and was about to take his hand back almost immediately.

Nan Song didn't give in, and held it between her fingers. The fingertips were smooth and thin, without any trace of calluses.

Before she could let go, Jiang Fan nervously shouted, "Xiao Song!"

Nan Song smiled slightly and let go of Song Xi's hand, "Miss Song, have you practiced?"

Song Xi's tiger's mouth felt numb for a while, and her fingers also felt the friction left by the rough calluses on Nan Song's palm. Her eyebrows tightened twice, and after a while, the cold light in her eyes disappeared, and she said: "I am a Taekwondo coach. .”

"Oh, it doesn't look like it."

Nan Song said this calmly and ignored her. He only asked Jiang Fan from a distance of half a meter, "How is your health?"

"It's nothing serious. I can be discharged from the hospital after another two days of observation."

Jiang Fan said and coughed a few more times.

"Don't worry, let's take care of ourselves. I'll ask Gu Heng to go back to the headquarters to help me for a few days."

Jiang Fan looked at her apologetically, "I'm sorry, during the busiest time, I was hiding in the hospital..."

"How do you say this? How can people not get sick if they eat whole grains?"

Nan Song took out a card from his pocket and put it on the bedside table, "Buy some delicious food and take good care of yourself."

As she left, she nodded slightly to Song Xi, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Song."

Song Xi calmly said, "Mr. Nan, you're welcome. I take care of my boyfriend. It's not hard at all."

OK, fine.
Nan Song resisted the urge to roll his eyes, turned around and left.

Almost as soon as Nan Song left, Song Xi sat back on the chair. Jiang Fan said, "You shouldn't do this to her."

Song Xi smiled disdainfully, picked up the flowers on the bedside table, and threw them directly into the trash can.

(End of this chapter)