Song Fei knew that Yan Jiang was a man who said one thing and meant another. He said he disliked Yan Rufeng for being unstable, but he must be very happy in his heart.
Song Fei did not expose Yan Jiang's little thoughts.
She lay down next to Yan Jiang, took out her phone, and opened the ticket purchasing app. As Song Fei selected the plane tickets, she said, "We will be discharged in the morning and go directly to the airport after discharge."
Yan Jiang: "Yes, sure."
"Then I'll choose the flight that departs at 1 p.m., arriving in Wangdong City around 2:45 p.m."
Yan Jiang: "Whatever."
Song Fei bought two tickets, threw her phone on the bedside table, and said, "Go to sleep."
Yan Jiang stretched out his long arms from behind Song Fei, hugged her slender waist, and suddenly said, "I haven't hugged you for a long time."
Song Fei pinched his restless fingers and warned him: "Don't be naughty, you started the fire, so you have to put it out yourself."
Yan Jiang stayed still.
Song Fei dozed off for a moment, and when she woke up, it was already daybreak. Yan Jiang had already taken off his hospital gown and put on his casual clothes.
He has packed up and even completed the discharge procedures.
Seeing that Song Fei finally woke up, Yan Jiang told her: "It's nine o'clock, time to get up."
Song Fei sat up, rubbed her messy hair, and said, "I haven't had enough sleep recently. I didn't expect to oversleep."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiang said, "I remember you only get six hours of sleep every day. You're so sleepy, are you particularly busy these days?"
"Yes, in order to finish the work at hand quickly and come to see you, I only sleep four hours a day." Song Fei yawned, sat on the edge of the bed and put on her British boots.
She checked the ward to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and then she and Yan Jiang were discharged from the hospital. That morning, the two of them went straight to the airport and took a flight out of Fengcheng.
As for Nan Yiyi and Nan Ketong, they had been kicked out of his world by Yan Jiang.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Wangdong City.
Yan Jiang was weak and frail, so Song Fei carried all his luggage. When he walked out of the airport, he stopped when he saw Song Ci standing next to the car with a big belly.
He glanced at Song Ci's big belly and said to Song Fei, "Is Song Song about to give birth?"
"There's still more than a month left, less than two months."
Yan Jiang asked Song Fei again: "Have you bought gifts for her children?"
Song Fei: "..."
Song Fei, who was absorbed in research, had long ignored this matter.
Yan Jiang laughed and lectured Song Fei, "You're going to be an aunt soon, aren't you planning on buying some gifts for your two nieces?"
"I'll buy it in two days."
"Um."
As they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the car.
Song Ci was pregnant with twins, and her belly was bigger than that of most pregnant women. She had to hold her waist with one hand and support her belly with the other.
Seeing Yan Jiang full of energy, though a little pale, Song Ci finally felt relieved. "You look good. How are you? Did the bone marrow extraction hurt?"
"Once I'm under anesthesia, I'll be just a poor little thing lying on the bed, allowing C to ravage me." Yan Jiang opened the car door for Song Ci, helped Song Ci sit in, and then asked Song Fei to sit next to Song Ci.
Yan Jiang sat in the passenger seat. He handed a good cigarette to the driver, Long Yu, and thanked him: "Brother Long, thank you for taking the trouble to come here again."
Long Yu waved his hand and said, "This is what I do. There's no such thing as hard work or not."
Song Ci's belly was too big for her to fasten her seat belt by herself. Song Fei bent down to help Song Ci fasten the seat belt, and then Long Yu started the car.
The car drove smoothly for a while before Yan Jiang realized that this was not the way home, nor was it the way to Mr. Han's house.
Yan Jiang tilted his head and asked Long Yu, "Brother Long, where are you taking us?"
Long Yu answered honestly: "My lady told me to take this path."
Yan Jiang turned around and frowned at Song Ci.
Song Ci said: "Hospital."
Yan Jiang guessed what Song Ci was going to do, and he was a little annoyed. "I never said I was going to the hospital."
Song Ci touched her belly and said, "I'm going to do the fetal heart monitoring myself."
Yan Jiang: “Is that so…”
Long Yu parked the car downstairs of Wangdongcheng First People's Hospital.
Song Ci and Song Fei got out of the car first. They waited outside the car for a while before Yan Jiang got out.
Looking up at the hospital building, Yan Jiang asked Song Ci, "Which building is the prenatal checkup in?"
Song Ci said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."
Song Ci led Yan Jiang to the building behind the main hospital building, got into the elevator, and pressed the 6th floor button.
Ding Dong——
When the three of them walked out of the elevator, Yan Jiang realized that they had arrived at the operating room floor.
Yan Jiang: “…”
He glared at Song Ci, who had an innocent expression.
Song Ci pointed at Song Fei and betrayed her sister without hesitation, "Song Fei asked me to do this."
Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei again.
Song Fei raised her eyebrows arrogantly, her expression cold, and asked him, "I arranged it, do you have any objections?"
Yan Jiang didn't dare to have any opinion.
After Han Qingshen answered a phone call, he turned around and saw Yan Jiang standing in a daze at the elevator door.
Han Qingshen was a little surprised. She walked towards Yan Jiang and the other three with her long legs.
Han Qingshen put on high heels and was almost as tall as Yan Jiang. Today, she was wearing a gorgeous dark purple A-line dress with a waistline. Her long hair was tied up, and she stood in front of Yan Jiang with her arms folded, exuding a strong aura.
Yan Jiang had heard that Han Chenyi was an arrogant man who looked down on others wherever he went.
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