She knew which room Song Shaoyan was sleeping in, so she pushed open the door with a slight hand and leaned into the room and looked at it.

Song Shaoyan lay flat on the bed, motionless, but opened his eyes as soon as he heard the sound of the door opening.

When he turned his head, he happened to see Ning An at the door.

She looked out of her head and seemed to be afraid of waking him up, so she tiptoed.

After looking at each other, she said, "Have you woken up?"

"No." Song Shaoyan curled the corners of his lips, his eyes were well-behaved, very gentle, but also very weak.

The room was full of heating, so Ning'an brought it to the door after coming in.

She wore a red turtleneck sweater today, which made her skin look particularly fair, and there seemed to be water vapor on her eyelashes, and her eyes were hazy.

The slippers were stepped on the thick carpet, without any sound, quiet.

The curtains in the bedroom were closed, but the crystal lamp was very bright.

Song Shaoyan's face was not very good at all, and it looked even worse under the light.

There is a cup of cold boiled water at the head of the bed and a few boxes of medicine. It is clean and simple.

His bedroom style is also monotonous, with the simple black and white style, which is incompatible with the luxury of the outer room. This place looks more like a world of his own.

"I smelled the fragrance of dumplings." Song Shaoyan tried his best to say a word, his voice was low and dull.

"It's dumplings, can you... eat them?"

"I guess I can eat two or three."

"Do you still like cabbage stuffing?"

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan nodded slightly, looking at Ning An without focus, with no focus on his eyes, blurred and dazed.

Ning An didn't really want to see him like this. This was not Song Shaoyan. Where did the Song Shaoyan, who was full of energy and instructed the country, go... The person in front of him was not him.

His nose was a little sour, Ning An turned his head and said, "I'll get it for you."

She left in a hurry, but in fact she knew that her eyes were red.

She didn't know that Song Shaoyan's condition had worsened to this point. Today, the rain was heavy and the humidity was heavy. This kind of weather must have been a torment for him.

She saw dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Sister An An, have you seen Mr. Song?" Xiaoduo asked in a low voice.

"Well, he's not in a good condition."

"Yes, it was like this last night. He said his legs hurt and Dr. Jiang was not in Huacheng." Xiaoduo sighed, "Fortunately, there were injections at home. The housekeeper has been taking care of President Song in recent years and has become half a nurse. He is more skilled in the injection than the nurse. Later, President Song was better. He slept in the early morning and was awakened by pain in the morning."

Ning An’s face was indescribable: “Have he had breakfast?”

"No, he kept saying that he couldn't eat it, so he drank some water. Then he said he had no appetite and just asked me to make some dumplings at noon."

"I'll serve a bowl."

Ning An went to the kitchen.

Xiaoduo followed.

Ning An knew that Song Shaoyan liked dumplings filled with cabbage, which were light and not greasy.

She also made him seasonings. He liked to add balsamic vinegar, sesame oil and chopped peanuts, and the taste was very picky.

Xiaoduo, who was standing aside, was surprised. When she saw Ning An skillfully doing these things, she was stunned: "Sister An An, how did you know that Mr. Song likes to eat like this?"

Ning An also paused her hand. She had just done these things...it seemed to be done naturally.

A strange feeling came over her heart. She lowered her eyelids and did not hide it from Xiaoduo: "I knew him before."

"Ah?" Xiaoduo was even more surprised, "So you have known each other for a long time."

"Yeah." Ning An did not deny it.
Chapter completed!