Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 10 Can I Follow You
Song Nainai looked at him innocently.

Fu Tingchuan said something to the computer, then closed the computer, and walked towards the hospital bed.

Song Nainai had liquid medicine hanging on her hand, and the medicine was evenly dripping in the infusion tube. With her other hand, she was tightly clutching the quilt. Seeing Fu Tingchuan approaching, she stretched out her hand and pulled it.

The quilt covered half of her face, revealing soft and pitiful eyebrows.

Only then did Fu Tingchuan say, "You have a fever."

Song Nainai responded lightly.

He said again: "The nurse took your temperature just now, and it has cooled down. You can leave after hanging up this bottle of medicine."

"Thank you."

Song Nainai seemed a little shy and a little scared, her eyelashes trembling slightly, like a thin layer of butterfly wings.

"So afraid of me?" Fu Tingchuan asked suddenly.

Song Nainai didn't dare to look at him anymore, the fever subsided, and the sick blush on her cheeks disappeared, and now she was stained with a shy blush again.

She didn't say anything.

Fu Tingchuan smiled softly.

It took a long time before he said: "Song Yushuang called me last night."

Hearing this, the little girl's cheeks turned pale instantly. She looked at Fu Tingchuan and opened her mouth to say something, but she still didn't have the courage.

Fu Tingchuan looked deeply at Song Nainai, feeling pity in his heart, his extremely black pupils fell on the little girl's cheek, and just about to speak, he heard the little girl say:

"Can I follow you?"

It seemed that these six words had exhausted the little girl's greatest courage, and after she finished speaking, the little girl shrank back into the bed again.

Fu Tingchuan froze for a moment.

He asked, "Why?"

Song Nainai took a deep breath, then raised her eyelashes and looked at him steadily, her cheeks were flushed, but her eye sockets were moist at some point.

She said: "No one wants me anymore."

After a pause, Song Nainai hurriedly said, "I can do anything, as long as you don't lose me."

The next few words, the more you say it, the lighter it is.

The fingers holding the quilt turned white due to the force, she lowered her head after she finished speaking, her face was so red that she could drip blood.

Fu Tingchuan frowned and looked at her: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." Song Nainai covered her face with the quilt, tears streaming down her face, she sobbed softly, pear blossoms were raining.

"But I have nowhere to go," she cried, "I'm a valuable commodity in her eyes."

This she naturally refers to Song Yushuang.

The frown between Fu Tingchuan's brows could kill a fly. Song Yushuang did call him last night, and both inside and outside the words were testing his attitude towards Song Nainai.

After hearing a few words, he hung up the phone.

Fu Tingchuan was notoriously unkind in the top circles in Beijing, and his only pity was for Song Nainai. He naturally didn't care about a person who betrayed his daughter.

During Song Nainai's drowsiness, Fu Tingchuan checked her all over, and knew that Song Nainai had completely broken up with Song Yushuang.

But he didn't expect that Song Nainai would want to follow him.

Fu Tingchuan said in a low voice, "Have you thought about it yet?"

He has never been a good person, and it is rare that he feels pity for a person. Since the other party has made the initiative, he will naturally not refuse.

Song Nainai nodded with red eyes.

Fu Tingchuan wanted to say something, but someone knocked on the door of the ward.

Seeing Song Nainai shrinking his head like a frightened bird, he chuckled lightly and said please come in.

The door was pushed open, and Ji Rongwen in a white coat came in. Under the gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of gentle phoenix eyes, the lenses glowing blue.

He put one hand in his pocket and held the medical records in the other. When he saw Fu Tingchuan, he raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)