"I’m still at the hospital," Su Lu said, "Are you coming to pick up? How are you coming, I drove."
Shouldn’t she be the one to pick him up? Bo Jingshen was in Beijing, unfamiliar with the place.
Bo Jingshen laughed cheerfully, "I’ll just take a taxi to co pick you up."
Su Lu wasn’t so spoiled young mistress; she hadn’t lived a pampered life at the Su Family.
So, she had always adapted well to public transportation.
Hearing Bo Jingshen ntion taking a taxi, she thought for a mont and then offered, "Shall I call a taxi for you? I still have coupons on my ride-hailing app."
Bo Jingshen, barely suppressing his laughter, said, "My wife is really thrifty."
Jing Su suddenly spoke from the side, "No need, I’ll take you there."
"Hey? Brother, hello..." Su Lu responded from the other end.
Then she recalled the sowhat dry and uncomfortable tone in Bo Jingshen’s voice when she had ntioned Song Jining earlier.
At the sound of Jing Su’s voice, Su Lu also felt a bit uneasy.
However, Jing Su’s tone revealed nothing unusual, much the sa as before, habitually indifferent with a touch of mildness only when speaking to his own people.
Speaking to Su Lu now, he was quite gentle, "Hello there, I hear Bo Jingshen has already tricked you into his grasp?"
"Ah, I’m embarrassed, couldn’t resist the sugar-coated bullets," Su Lu replied with a laugh, her words light and joking with Jing Su.
"I heard that Jinqiao has also received much care from you in Feng City," Jing Su said.
"As I should," Su Lu replied.
"I’ll take Bo Jingshen over in a bit, don’t worry."
"All right, then thank you, Brother," Su Lu told Bo Jingshen directly, "Ah Shen, we’ll talk more when you get here."
After ending the call, Su Lu felt a bit lancholic as she looked at the beautiful woman sitting in the hospital room with Song Jining, peeling fruit.
What a situation.
Jing Qiao ca out and saw that Su Lu had finished her call, "Sister-in-law, done with your call? Co in and have so fruit or drink so fruit tea? I made it with a special secret recipe."
"Okay." Su Lu nodded, and then thought for a mont before saying to Jing Qiao, "Your brother is coming over soon."
"My brother? Is he coming to pick you up?" Jing Qiao smiled lightly, looking sowhat embarrassed, "Sorry for bothering you."
"Don’t stand on ceremony with over these formalities. The situation now is that not only will your younger brother co, but your older brother will also co along."
Hearing this, Jing Qiao paused, "Uh, my older brother..."
She was insightful and perceptive.
While saying this, her gaze couldn’t help but shift inside for a mont, undoubtedly also looking at the beautiful woman who had co with Song Jining.
Then Jing Qiao and Su Lu exchanged glances, sharing an understanding look.
Knowing what Jing Qiao was probably thinking, Su Lu directly asked, "Isn’t this quite awkward?"
Jing Qiao couldn’t make it clear if it was good or bad.
But hearing Su Lu say it, she tentatively suggested, "Then should I... speak to Bo Yuan and maybe have Song Jining and the others... leave first?"
Su Lu thought for a mont, and felt that, regardless, this might be better than the possibly extrely awkward situation that could arise if they t face to face later.
So, Su Lu nodded, "I think that’d be fine."
"Okay, then, Sister-in-law, co inside first and have so fruit tea while I go talk to him." Jing Qiao led Su Lu into the hospital room.
Su Lu sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the glass teapot on the coffee table filled with fruit tea that Jing Qiao had made.
The lid was sealed, and the spout was plugged with a stopper. Su Lu poured herself a cup, curious about the taste of Jing Qiao’s secret recipe fruit tea, and took a sip.
Her mind exploded with flavor.
It was incredibly delicious!
Ice cubes, sparkling water, oolong tea bags, mint leaves, mixed with various fruits.
And Jing Qiao’s knife skills were excellent. The fruit dices she had cut felt like they were all from the sa nest; each piece was almost identically sized.
Thus, the visual effect piled in the glass teapot didn’t look ssy or dirty.
Instead, the colors appeared neatly layered.
The taste was layered as well—tea fragrance, fruitiness, enveloped by the popping sensation of the sparkling water in her mouth, combined with the refreshing coolness of the mint leaves!
Su Lu instantly felt revitalized. Indeed, despite the chaotic world, she still loved Jing Qiao.
The Jing Qiao she loved had already walked into the inpatient room.
The wound on Song Boyuan’s head had been treated. It wasn’t very serious, and stitching wasn’t necessary, but to avoid scarring, Song Jining still perford costic suturing on him.
As for the bleeding earlier, it seed as if it couldn’t be stopped.
Previously, Song Jining had shown Jing Qiao Song Boyuan’s blood work, ntioning that due to Boyuan’s low platelet count, his blood clotting function was poor, and he was also slightly anemic.
"Sister-in-law," Su Lu heard Song Jining call Jing Qiao as soon as she entered.
Su Lu thought to herself, the girl called ’sister-in-law’ by others is now being called ’sister-in-law’...
Jing Qiao nodded politely at Song Jining.
Then she bent down close to Song Boyuan’s ear.
Her ear tips turned slightly red.
This sudden action made Song Boyuan also freeze, his long phoenix eyes briefly narrowing.
Almost reflexively, his hand gently supported Jing Qiao’s waist, his voice tinged with a tallic tone and a trace of huskiness, "What’s up?"
Jing Qiao’s voice was very soft, lingering by Song Boyuan’s ear.
Her voice was naturally gentle and soft; now softened further, it sounded even more tender and coquettish.
"My brothers will be coming later, including my eldest brother. Jining and his wife are here, and it might be a bit awkward if they et. Could you possibly..."
Jing Qiao hadn’t finished speaking.
Song Boyuan’s hand was still on her waist, his cold phoenix eyes glanced briefly and then focused on Song Jining, who had just received an apple peeled by Xiao Caizi and was chopping it into small pieces for his cousin to eat.
Song Jining inexplicably felt a nacing gaze.
He turned his eyes and saw Song Boyuan’s indifferent gaze fixed on him.
"Song Jining."
"Brother, what’s up?" The direct use of his full na made Song Jining a bit nervous.
"Take your wife and get lost. Don’t disturb Qiaoqiao and ."
At this mont, the way Jing Qiao was whispering into Song Boyuan’s ear indeed appeared to outsiders as if... because others were present, so words could only be shared like this.
Song Jining: "..."
Xiao Caizi was initially stunned but then also smiled, "Alright, we won’t disturb you and Qiaoqiao then."
Song Jining also realized that his cousin really did not need the fruit he was cutting. Staying here was sowhat superfluous.
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