Mrs Huo is a Crybaby(518) (Completed)

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"Don't think too much." Song Yaoyao pinched her hand. "Maybe she just doesn't want to trouble us?"

"Between friends, what's so troublesome about this?" Tang Xinrou was furious. "She's too prideful. Why didn't I realize that she was suffering because she wanted to save face?"

Although her words were full of sarcasm towards Xu Yue, people could hear the concern in her tone.

...

After that, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou went to the hospital to visit Xu Yue whenever they had the time. But, when Tang Xinrou went to visit Xu Yue again, she immediately urged her to work.

Tang Xinrou complained, "Even though you're lying on the hospital bed, you still can't forget your job." Should she praise her professionalism? Or her devotion?

After her animation was completed, Song Yaoyao uploaded it onto the website and didn't bother with it anymore.

It was a human-like animation based on a cat. The sweet little story didn't have any deep meaning, but it made people feel better after seeing it.

On this day, she visited Xu Yue again.

"Yaoyao? Why did you come to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Yaoyao raised her head and saw Song Wenchuan who had just walked in from outside. He sized up Song Yaoyao with a worried expression.

"No, I'm here to visit a friend." Song Yaoyao pointed behind her. "What about you?"

As soon as she finished asking, Song Yaoyao regretted it.

She paused and was about to find a topic to cover up when Song Wenchuan opened his mouth. "I'm here to see Mom... You, do you want to come along and take a look?"

To be honest, Song Wenchuan was just asking out of courtesy. He didn't think that Song Yaoyao would be willing to meet Zhou Manli.

After all, she had never received any motherly love from her.

Song Yaoyao was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Song Wenchuan to invite her.

The words of rejection rolled around in her mouth. But out of nowhere, Song Yaoyao nodded. "Okay."

"Why don't you..."

The voices of both of them rang out at the same time. Song Wenchuan did not expect that he would swallow the rest of his words. After a long while, he said, "Then let's go. She lives on the 12th floor."

"Okay."

The elevator was very quiet. Private hospitals were not like public hospitals where there were many patients every day. The two of them stood side by side. Song Yaoyao lowered her head and looked at her toes. No one knew what she was thinking.

Song Wenchuan moved his lips and said with a complicated expression, "You... Don't be afraid. She can't speak now. She can't scold you anymore."

"I know."

When Song Yaoyao heard this, she raised her head and smiled at him.

Suddenly, she asked him, "Are you blaming me?"

"Huh? What?"

In just a few sentences, there was a 'ding'. They arrived on the 12th floor.

Song Yaoyao walked out of the elevator. "I have the ability to cure her."

But she didn't cure her, and she didn't intend to do so in this lifetime.

Hearing this, Song Wenchuan laughed. He patted Song Yaoyao's head lightly with his large palm. "Don't think too much, this is all fate's arrangement. Speaking of which, I didn't believe in these things in the past, but now, I'm more and more convinced abour fate." He shook his head and suddenly sighed. "Actually, this is pretty good..."