Jiang Yiyu got what he wanted and was kissed by Song Shengsheng, and then he calmed down.

In the evening, when Xiao Chen came to deliver dinner, Wen Jing also came to visit Jiang Yiyu with the crew. Song Shengsheng retreated into the crowd and stood with Xiao Chen to listen to them talk. After listening for a while, her cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Song Ming. Song Shengsheng said something to Xiao Chen and hurriedly left the ward.

"Hey, bro, what's wrong?"

"Is Jiang Yiyu dead?" Song Ming's voice sounded a little breathless, as if he was in a hurry: "If he is still alive, I will go to see him."

"You came to South City?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid that if I don't come, you'll cry. You're my only sister, and I have to protect you."

Song Shengsheng laughed: "You clearly mean well, but you just don't want to talk nicely."

Song Ming laughed and said, "My words may be a little rough, but the point is there. As long as you understand, that's all." He paused and said, "I'll be at the hospital in about ten minutes. Come down and pick me up."

"Okay, but Yi Yu's agent and the crew are here now."

"Yes, it is. Song Shengsheng, are you crazy for hiding your marriage? Before you were Jiang Yiyu's wife, you were the daughter of the Song Group. I am his capital, and I will only support him if I go. Now put away your unnecessary worries and quickly get down here to pick me up."

"Oh." Song Shengsheng sneered and walked towards the elevator: "I'm going downstairs now, hang up first!"

"Wait, wait, wait, do you think I should buy that kid a fruit basket? What do you want to eat?"

"Don't ask for anything, just come directly."

"Okay, I'll figure it out myself."

After hanging up the phone with Song Ming, Song Shengsheng got on the elevator. She stood downstairs of the inpatient department and waited for Song Ming for a while. He was dressed in a suit and tie, but in his arms he was holding a big round watermelon, which looked funny. Behind him were two assistants, one of whom was holding a big fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers.

As soon as he saw her, Song Ming frowned and said with a sigh, "The weather isn't even warm yet, and you're not wearing a coat. Don't go back to bed. That hasn't healed yet, or you'll catch a cold from the cold again."

Song Shengsheng reached out to take the watermelon from his arms, but Song Ming quickly moved sideways to stop her: "How can a girl like you always rush to do manual labor? Song Shengsheng, remember, you are a princess. You don't have to do any work. Just lead the way."

"Thanks, bro."

Song Ming smiled proudly and followed her into the elevator.

"Don't tell me, no matter when I come to the hospital, the smell of disinfectant is unpleasant. Song Shengsheng, why can't this disinfectant be made into strawberry flavor? Watermelon flavor is okay."

Song Shengsheng looked at him with a helpless smile, and suddenly understood why Song Ming and Jiang Yiyu had been friends for so many years. When he thought about it carefully, he realized that both of them talked a lot, and always had some strange and childish questions.

"When you come back, develop a fruit-flavored disinfectant. As long as it works, it will definitely sell well."

Song Ming thought about it seriously, shook the watermelon in his arms, and said cheerfully, not knowing whether he was teasing Song Shengsheng or not, "Your suggestion is worth considering. I'll let them study it tomorrow."

Song Shengsheng smiled and shook his head.

The elevator door opened, and Song Ming followed Song Shengsheng with Xigua and his assistant, continuing to tease her as he walked with her towards Jiang Yiyu's ward.

As soon as they reached the door, Song Ming and his companions were stopped by bodyguards. Song Ming looked at Jiang Yiyu's two 1.9-meter-tall bodyguards, then turned back to look at the assistant following behind him. He tutted and tugged at Song Shengsheng's arm, whispering, "Go ahead and ask Jiang Yiyu to sell this security company to me. I'll hire two bodyguards like them too. They'll look impressive!"

"Brother, do you need a bodyguard?"

Song Ming glared at her and said, "You're just trying to look good, don't you understand? I'm not short of money!"

"You look like a nouveau riche now."

Song Ming snorted: "What do you know? This is called being rich and willful." After that, he signaled the assistant behind him to go forward and negotiate with the bodyguard for a few words, then he took Song Shengsheng, straightened his back, pushed the door and strode into the ward.

As soon as he entered, he attracted everyone's attention.

Jiang Yiyu glanced at him and said with a smile, "Hey, buddy, you're here?"

Song Ming had long since lost the nonchalant attitude he had just had at the door. He handed the watermelon in his hand to Jiang Yiyu's assistant, and then signaled his assistant to place the fruits and flowers used to decorate the room on the coffee table in the ward. "Well, I heard you were injured. I happened to be in South City and came to see you. I didn't expect so many people to come."

He walked to Jiang Yiyu's bedside. Jiang Yiyu raised his hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "You are like a peacock, spreading your feathers here."

Song Ming glared at him imperceptibly and slapped his hand away. He looked at Jiang Yiyu's agent Wen Jing who was standing on the other side. "Long time no see, Miss Wen."

"Mr. Song." Wen Jing hurriedly introduced him to the crew, "This is Mr. Song, the president of the Song Group. He and we are..."

Song Ming glanced at her and said, "Friends and family."

Jiang Yiyu looked at Song Shengsheng, who was standing behind the crowd leaning against the wall, and smiled. He continued to listen to Song Ming and asked, "What do you think about his injury? Is it your crew's fault?"

Wen Jing said, "We have already discussed how to deal with this. We will not tolerate any injustice. Mr. Song, please rest assured."

Song Ming nodded. He sat down on the stool his assistant had brought over, crossed his arms, and said with a hum, "I'm confident in Miss Wen's work."

Wen Jing smiled.

The two looked at each other, but Song Shengsheng felt that the look in her brother's eyes when he looked at Wen Jing was not innocent. It must be said that Wen Jing's appearance and temperament were exactly what Song Ming liked, very domineering.

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