Of course, ever since she nervously asked Duan Zichen, she had sensed the change in the man behind her.

He held her arms tightly and stiffly, his chest seemed hard as well, and even the atmosphere in the ward became a little subtle.

She bit her lip and leaned comfortably against the man's chest.

She explained in a low voice,

"Duan Zichen blocked a knife for me this morning. I care about his life or death. Shouldn't I?"

Song Ling didn't say anything, his arms were stiff.

Liu Zhiyuan gently caressed his chest again.

"Uncle, cool uncle. Are you jealous? Are you jealous?"

Is Song Ling jealous?

This was a word that had never appeared in his dictionary, and he subconsciously denied it.

"No!"

Liu Zhiyuan pouted.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you're jealous. Uncle, you're jealous! I'm so cute, you should be nervous and jealous."

Song Ling, "..."

Liu Zhiyuan lingered in the uncle's arms for a while, then gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

After all, her body was still very weak after losing too much blood.

Song Ling listened to her even breathing and looked down at her delicate facial features. Her thick eyelashes cast a faint halo under the refraction of light. Her skin was white and clear, and the fine hairs on it were clearly visible.

Liu Zhiyuan fell asleep, unconsciously hooking her arm around the uncle's neck, resting her little face on his chest, with the corners of her lips curved upwards.

His large hands couldn't help but trace her delicate features.

She is actually very pretty and cute.

She was noisy and spoiled, a personality he wasn't used to.

But, he suddenly realized that he didn't dislike her noisy personality.

Her laughter, her playfulness, her cuteness.

He liked it very much, and he didn't hate her being coquettish.

Listening to her breathing, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.

At this moment, the whole world seemed quiet.

He closed his eyes, leaned on the bed, and held her in his arms as he fell asleep.

Xu Su asked the chef to cook some porridge.

He personally took her to the hospital, opened the door of the ward, and saw such a heartwarming scene.

The scene was so beautiful that he was stunned for two seconds, quietly put down the incubator, and then walked out.

There is a kind of knowledge that says don’t disturb the happiness of your elder brother and younger sister-in-law!

When Liu Zhiyuan woke up again, it was already five o'clock in the evening.

She opened her eyes and found herself in the uncle's arms.

Thinking that I had just slept for a whole afternoon, a warm current quietly flowed in my heart.

However, if he kept pressing him like this, he would probably get very tired.

She suddenly felt some love for him and moved slightly, not wanting to wake the uncle.

But the moment she woke up, the man behind her had already discovered her.

"Awake?" he asked.

She was a little embarrassed.

"Well, I've been pressing you all afternoon. Is that uncomfortable?"

"Are you hungry?" He didn't answer her question.

Liu Zhiyuan suddenly found that she was really hungry.

She only had breakfast today and nodded.

"I'm a little hungry."

Song Ling stood up, placed a soft pillow behind her, and opened the incubator.

The aroma of nutritious porridge filled the ward. Liu Zhiyuan was hungry and subconsciously licked her lips.

"I'm so hungry."

Song Ling helped her serve a bowl of porridge and placed it on the small table in front of the bed.

Liu Zhiyuan moved her mummy-like hands and said, "Uncle, give me a spoon."

Song Ling glanced at her palm.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and fed her carefully.

Liu Zhiyuan was too embarrassed to open her mouth, "..."

"Open your mouth," he commanded imperiously.

Liu Zhiyuan smiled shyly, but there was a hint of happiness between her eyebrows.

"That's not great, is it? I can try to eat it myself, my hand isn't actually that badly injured."

Song Ling frowned and said, "Open your mouth."

Liu Zhiyuan opened her mouth with a giggle, took a bite, and nodded contentedly.

"Uncle, you feed me. I'm so happy."

Song Ling never thought that one day he would be willing to feed Liu Zhiyuan.

Liu Zhiyuan was really hungry, so she ate two small bowls of nutritious porridge.

Xu Su also asked the chef to prepare boiled eggs, and she ate the boiled eggs.

She doesn't like egg yolks and always feels that they make her throat choke and make her feel uncomfortable.

So when Song Ling fed her egg yolk, she frowned and shook her head.

"No, I can't eat egg yolks. Eating egg yolks will turn my skin yellow. I want to eat egg whites. Eating egg whites will make my skin white and tender. As smooth and tender as an egg in the shell."

Song Ling was speechless.

Liu Zhiyuan laughed again, "Uncle, you eat the egg yolk and I'll eat the egg white. Let's keep it like this from now on, okay?"

Song Ling, "Okay."

Later, he always ate the egg yolk and she ate the egg white. This was called tacit understanding.

When Pei Xiaoxiao rushed into the ward, she was filled with anger when she saw Liu Zhiyuan and Song Ling loving each other and living in harmony, as if the pause button had been pressed.

She was sensitive to the warm breath floating in the air, and her painful and jealous volcano erupted again on the lake of her heart.

She rushed forward and grabbed Liu Zhiyuan's neck.

"I'm going to kill you! I want you to die! Die!"

Liu Zhiyuan was still eating protein in her mouth, and she choked and vomited.

Pei Xiaoxiao's hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes. She wished she could strangle Liu Zhiyuan to death.

Song Ling's deep eyes suddenly condensed into a layer of icy air. He stood up, raised his hand, and pulled Pei Xiaoxiao out.

Pei Xiaoxiao bumped into the guardrail at the end of the bed, and her body took a few steps back due to inertia. She stumbled and fell to the ground.

Liu Zhiyuan could finally breathe freely. She was really angry after being strangled twice in one day.

After spitting out a mouthful of anger, she asked coldly: "Pei Xiaoxiao, are you crazy? If you want to go crazy, please stay away from me, okay? Ahem..."

When Song Ling looked at Liu Zhiyuan, the ice on his face automatically melted and he gently patted her back.

Liu Zhiyuan looked up at the uncle aggrievedly, biting her lower lip lightly, pulling the hem of her suit with her small hands, and subconsciously hiding beside him to seek his protection.

Song Ling put his arm around her shoulders and held her in his arms.

Pei Xiaoxiao felt very uncomfortable when she saw this scene.

She thought Liu Zhiyuan would be unhappy about marrying a poor doctor, but now it seems that the poor doctor treats this bitch Liu Zhiyuan very well.

I just fed Liu Zhiyuan porridge, and now I am protecting Liu Zhiyuan.

And what about herself? She wanted to be with Duan Zichen, but Zichen was getting further and further away from her.

Compared to Liu Zhiyuan and that poor doctor, how long has it been since she and Zichen last seen each other?

What makes her most sad now is Zichen lying in the intensive care unit.

Zi Chen was stabbed several times in order to save that bitch Liu Zhiyuan, and now he is unconscious.

But this bitch, lying on the hospital bed as if nothing happened, was joking with the poor doctor. It was simply disgusting.

She wanted to rush over with emotion and tear Liu Zhiyuan's face into pieces.

However, just as she tried to stand up, the damn poor doctor's cold eyes shot over.

His cold, sinister eyes were so scary.

She was so scared that she sat down on the ground again. Her legs seemed to be weak and she couldn't stand up.

So scary!