Song Youran slowly leaned against the sand, her eyes still never left the computer screen. After a while, she raised her hand and slowly closed the notebook. The chip was carefully taken out by her and put it back into her pocket watch, as if she had a treasure.

She was at a loss for hypnosis, and this chip was simply a timely help.

After returning to the room, she saw the messy bed and the sheets stained with blood mixture. After grinding the alveolar, she walked up to lift the quilt, pulled the sheets, and took them to the bathroom to wash.

Worried that the washing machine would not be cleaned, she rubbed it with her hands for more than half an hour until she could not see any traces.

After taking a shower, I went out in a dry state and went to the hospital to see Song Ling first.

The doctor said that Song Ling was recovering well and would be able to go home and take care of him in a few days.

Song Youran bought some apples, cut them into small pieces and placed them on a plate, and inserted a few toothpicks for Song Ling to eat.

She looked at the messy footprints at her feet and asked in confusion, "Brother, there are so many footprints on the ground, has anyone come to see you?"

There are watering flowers outside the inpatient building, and a lot of water from the water pipe flows out, and some mud will be stained with the soles of the shoes when passing there.

"Yeah, a colleague." Song Ling's tone was not abnormal.

Song Youran had no doubts, but was a little unhappy because he still concealed his work from her.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Song Ling guessed something in her heart, and smiled and said, "There is good news, does Youran want to hear it?"

"What good news?" Song Youran glanced at him and said suspiciously, "You're getting better now is the best news."

"I really don't want to listen?" Song Ling deliberately aroused her curiosity, "If you don't want to listen, I won't say it."

"Tell me, I'll listen." Song Youran said seriously, "Inform in advance, if it is not good news, you should stop eating this apple, I will eat it myself."

She took the plate and held it herself, inserted a small piece of apple with a toothpick and put it in her mouth.

Song Ling laughed silently, looked at her childish look and said, "It must be good news for you, I am going to resign."

Song Youran opened her eyes wide and said, "Resign?"

"Well, I looked at the stocks I chose yesterday. There were a few that rose well. I sold them and wanted to do some business by myself."

This is definitely good news for Song Youran. Doing business is better than doing an unknown job and is safer. The most important thing is that in her eyes, she doesn't have to worry about it all the time.

"It's good to do business, I support this. Have you thought about what kind of business you want to do?" If she didn't think about it, she could help her think about a few future trends.

"I thought about it, and I have basically determined the direction, focusing on electronic technology." Song Ling said it briefly, but didn't talk in depth. After all, Song Youran doesn't understand these things, and it's useless to say them, and he still won't understand them.

Song Youran really doesn't understand, but she knows that electronic technology has been doing well in recent years and will rise sharply in the next few years. There is no problem with Song Ling's choice of this direction.

Electronic technology, biomedicine, and real estate have been quite successful in recent years.

The only question is whether this path can be taken well. She and Song Ling have always been ordinary people. It is so difficult to start a business from scratch. The times are too competitive, so how many people go bankrupt because of this.

She frowned and silently, looking quite distressed.

Song Ling smiled, "You don't have to think so much. Learn your practice well. I have my own way."

Song Youran nodded, thinking about some way to help.

Song Ling's cell phone on the pillow rang. He picked it up and looked at it, and his face immediately changed.

"Youran, your school’s dormitory area caught fire yesterday?!"

"How do you know?" Song Youran asked subconsciously. She knew that Song Ling had never read the news much. When she came, she was in a certain sense of luck. She was secretly happy to see that he didn't know about the fire.

Song Ling turned his phone in a dark face and turned his direction to her. There was a news about a fire in a girl's dormitory in Yuncheng. The phone prompted the ringtone just now was the news.

"...Well, it's over." Song Youran suddenly didn't dare to look at him and hurriedly said, "But it's not our building, but the one behind."

"Why don't you tell me?" Song Ling was displeased.

"It's not our building, I'm fine..." She said as she voiced less and less. When she thought of being with Yin Yueze last night, she felt guilty.

Song Ling was about to continue asking, but his phone rang again, and it was a message reminder. This time it was a text message, with only four simple words on it.

‘You are leaving?’

He didn't know what he thought of, his lips tightly pursed, his expression frozen, and he missed Song Youran's guilty expression in his mind.

"If there is such a thing next time, I must tell me." He only explained this in the end.

Song Youran was very surprised. He always felt that he had passed the test this time and felt a little relaxed. Whenever something happened in the past, he had been reminded several times that time.

She naturally agreed obediently, afraid that he would ask questions and find excuses in a hurry.

Song Ling watched her walk out, closed the door of the ward, and the ward suddenly became quiet.

A moment later, a slight noise came from the bottom of the bed.

A man in a suit came out from under the bed, with thick eyebrows and moist eyes, and an extraordinary appearance. Just looking at his appearance, he felt gentle and gentle and as humble as jade.

At this time, he changed his gentle and taciturn face and stared at Song Ling with coldness, "Are you leaving?"

"Let's go." Song Ling spit out a word, his eyes were very heavy, and he ran into him without fear.

The man suddenly became angry and reached forward to grab his collar, but the other party quickly grabbed his wrist and pressed his upper body hard on the bed.

Song Ling leaned over his upper body, and the knuckles that grabbed his wrist turned white. The two of them were only one foot away. The eyes of the man looked at the man were indifferent, "I said a long time ago that one day, I will leave."

What the person under him responded to was a pair of eyes full of pain and stubbornness, which contained a lot of things, complexity and unwillingness, entanglement and confusion...

After a while, he pushed him away, strode out of the door and left the ward.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!