The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 185 The game that lost the opportunity (1)
Tang Song didn't expect that the statement was really accurate. Not long after he left, the phone in his pocket buzzed.Seeing the name on the screen, he unconsciously stood up straight and entered the state of preparation, coughed, and picked it up after mental preparation.

"where is it?"

The old man's voice contained the usual majesty, he was calm and calm, and his tone was the same as usual, but it still made Tang Song's eyelids twitch a few times.

He stared at the ward again, the doctors and nurses came out at some unknown time, only Mrs. Wang and a nurse were left in the room, and she was lying quietly on the white soft bed with her eyes closed, as if she had been in a coma for the past six days, It seemed that the euphoric commotion just now was just an illusion.

Withdrawing his locked eyes, Tang Song walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, and said haha: "Hey, Dad, it just so happens that you are on the way back and your call came."

Hearing what he said, the old man naturally planned to save his strength for a face-to-face training, and put down the phone after typing a few more sentences, but the slightly raised "Oh?" His father knew something about it.

This time he was careless. After hitting the bus that night, he was treated as a hit-and-run by the patrol car. He chased him all the way to the hospital with the Ulala siren on, but he didn't notice it. bright red.The next day, when he heard the nurses gathered together and laughed about "police car escort", he suddenly realized, and probably because of this, he was alarmed by the dean's statement.Although the statement helped him cover it up afterwards, saying that he ran a red light and missed a bus because he bumped into someone earlier and rushed to the hospital, but in the Military General Hospital, the old man's eyeliner was gone.If it wasn't for Shen Lue's critical situation at that time, he would not have sent the person here no matter what.

On the way back, Tang Song kept thinking about what the old man would do if he found out about Shen Lue.He went through all the best and worst possibilities in his mind, but he was shocked to find that the moment the worst thought was touched, he was too suffocated to think about it, and the so-called best still made him hard to think about it. accept.

"No." At the door of the ward, he said firmly to the statement, however, how to do it, the current aching brain could not find a good solution.Thoughts are like balls of thread disturbed by children, tangled together and unclear.

When the car drove into the compound, Tang Song's head was already dizzy and painful. He parked the car under the shade of a tree tens of meters away from his home, closed his eyes and simply cleared away all distracting thoughts, and concentrated on dealing with what was in front of him.

After squinting for a while, he waited for his mood to calm down before he opened the car door and walked towards the gate of his courtyard along the path full of ginkgo trees.

Aunt Yang, who was busy in the yard, had sharp eyes and greeted him happily when she saw him, "A Song is back... huh? Why didn't you drive?"

"It's outside." Tang Song replied with a smile. Just as he was about to enter the house, he saw Aunt Yang winking at him, so he followed her gaze towards the small flower garden in the corner of the courtyard. His father was playing with the plants planted at the base of the wall. How many hibiscus plants?

In the evening at the end of summer, the blue sky is high and far away, and the blue is like washing, with only slight clouds flowing above the head, which is quite ethereal.The grass and trees in the courtyard are luxuriant and lush, and the breeze blowing on the body is very refreshing, and the nose is filled with a faint fragrance of grass, which makes Tang Song's restless heart unconsciously calm down.

He stood there for a while, took a few deep breaths, and then walked slowly along the cobbled path.

On the right side of the road is a red low wall, and the green branches of hibiscus stretching along the wall, slender and long towards the sky, the lavender bell-shaped flowers are full of branches, surrounded by each other, extremely luxuriant.Probably because the miscellaneous branches blocked the path, his father was holding the pruning shears and looking through them carefully, as if he was thinking about which ones to cut off.

(End of this chapter)