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Although moved by Song Mian, Yun thinks that she is still hungry. If someone guards her, she will definitely endure it. She has never been hungry, but it is Song Mian who is guarding her. Yun thinks that she is very coquettish: "I hungry……"

"Think about it, do you want to know my childhood?" Song Mian said suddenly.

"Huh." Yun thought nodded seriously, she always wanted to know Song Mian's childhood.

"The education I received was different from yours..."

Song Mian kindergarten has not attended, and even university has not been to the school before, he hangs his school entrance exams.

Because he has to learn a lot, not only the knowledge of normal children, but also the fundamentals of the Song family...

Before the age of sixteen, his activities were in the Song family, so his friends were few.

Both Han Zhaolin and Qi Jun knew that the elders of their families were the patients of the old man, and they only needed to recuperate at Songzhai. Otherwise, he might not have a friend from an early age.

"What about Song Yao?" Shouldn't Song Yao grow up with Song Mian?

"Song Yao must go to school, he is my assistant, he must know everything about life outside..."

It is not because Song Yao’s father was Song Qiao’s steward, Song Yao should have reasoned that Song Yao would grow up with many people, and the best one in the end could become his assistant.

He and Song Yao are completely different from what they want to learn. It is such a person who has no social experience and no common sense in life. After he was sixteen, he was kicked out of the Song family by his own feet. What I learned in the year, go outside to learn growth and survival.

Song Mian was able to achieve today's excellence because he worked hard for the first sixteen years and sacrificed a lot; after ten years of unsuccessful perseverance, he became a steel.

His more than 20 years of life experience surpassed the lives of many people...

Yun thinks that it sounds interesting, Song Mian will not say something particularly thrilling, but will only talk about the peculiar customs and scenery of those remote areas, and does not mention a good food.

In fact, Song Mian really didn't taste the food during that time, and no one believed the heirs of the Song family. At the worst, he relied on the bugs in the jungle to wrap his belly.

Although the number was not high, that is, the half month just after being thrown out for training, it was unforgettable for Song Mian.

Unconsciously the time was up. Song Mian stood up and asked Song Qian to bring in a little white porridge. Let Yun Yun first think about it.

He personally thought about making porridge for Yun, and it took him two hours to go. When he came back, Yun thought about sleeping again.

At this time, the anesthetics were completely withdrawn, Yun thought about the pain, and the doctor also prescribed painkillers.

Song Mian didn’t think about taking the medicine for Yun, but took out the silver needle: “It will hurt a little, but it’s good for your nerve tissue, and it will make you recover faster. Just eat."

"Well." Yun thinks about knowing that she wants to get better soon, so she has to listen to Song Mian.

It was really painful, but she clenched her teeth without saying a word.

Of course, she should not hide when she is arrogant. At this time, she is worried about disturbing Song Mian's mind.

It took about half an hour to wait for it to finish, and the pain was terrible after the piercing, but Song Mian brought the porridge over.

There is nothing for the millet porridge, this is the first time Yun thinks about seeing a porridge that boiled a layer of rice oil with millet.

Being fed into the mouth by Song Mian, it was obviously pale porridge, but its pure millet was rich and mellow, making Yun Yun think about eating two bowls.

When eating porridge, because of Song Mian's tenderness and patience, she was completely blinded by happiness and forgot the pain. After eating porridge Yun thought and surprised to find that it was no longer painful!

She even had a little impulse to move her muscles and bones, but under the deep vision of Song Mian, she could only talk about it.

At this time, the spirit was back, and the injection was finished. Yun thought about picking up the phone with another good hand, first called his parents, and reported safety. Then looking at so many caring greetings, one hand was inconvenient, and poked a circle of friends for a long time.

"A Mian, please go take a bath and rest..." Yun Xiang looked at Song Mian distressedly.

He drove back in a plane for more than ten hours, and then came directly to the hospital, where he was always watching her and waiting for her.

"Okay." Song Mian didn't say anything. He was really a little tired now.

He didn't tell Yun to think about it. He performed a six-hour operation on others, took out twelve bullets, and saw her news when he left the operating room.

After making a phone call to verify with Song Qian, he immediately flew back to the plane. Although he slept on the plane, he was worried that Yun hadn’t slept peacefully. He was still in good health and still just a normal person. The child is indeed a bit tired.

Without good spirits, how can I take care of the young girlfriend who can rest assured him tomorrow?

There is an **** bed in the ward. Yun thinks that she can see Song Mian lying on the bed with only three steps away.

He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. Yun thought about looking at his sleeping face, inexplicably feeling as satisfied as having the whole world.

Turning off the bedside lamp, Yun thought of watching Song Mian in the dark, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she fell asleep, Song Mian opened her eyes, got up and walked lightly and walked over, covered her with a quilt, and closed the bed curtain before sleeping.

The cleaners in the hospital came early and started cleaning the wards at half past five, but Yun thought it was seven o'clock before he woke up.

When she woke up, she smelled a tantalizing fragrance. Song Mian filled her mouthwash cup with water and squeezed her toothbrush with toothpaste in the bathroom. She saw it as soon as she entered, but Song Mian was not in the ward.

After she rinsed her mouth, she looked up and saw Song Mian standing behind him from the mirror. He received hot water, wringed off the towel, and pressed Yun's shoulders to wipe her face.

Ming Mingyun thought about the other hand can move, but she didn't move, let Song Mian take such a serious action to wipe her lightly, then the hand.

Even the hands that had undergone surgery, Song Mian personally wiped her undressed areas.

Looking at the Wuqing pinhole on the back of her hand, she was covered with hot water: "I just went outside and let your needle water stop."

"Ah?" Yun thinks in amazement. Which one did the operation without getting a needle for about a week?

"With me, I won't let you infect." Song Mian raised her lips and pushed her out.

The breakfast is also porridge, but Yun thinks about the aroma of Chinese herbal medicine, or Song Mian feeds her, halfway through the meal, the door is suddenly pushed open.

It's just a few doctors with a few nurses, this is to come round.

Yun thinks that he hasn't stood up yet. The attending physician who took the lead in giving her surgery yesterday took the first step: "Excuse me, please slow down."

He quit as he said, and closed the door by the way.

Yun thinks about...

Will a doctor be afraid to disturb the patient for breakfast in the morning round?

"With me, I don't need them." Song Mian feeds a spoonful of porridge to Yun's lips.