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Sending Pei Yibai to the car, Song Weiyi and Zhao Mengmeng also followed, and they sat beside him.

Although she was very curious about why Pei Yibai was injured, Zhao Mengmeng didn't dare to ask at this moment, and stayed by Song Weiyi's side silently.

Song Weiyi stretched out his hand and touched Pei Yibai's forehead.

"How is it?" Zhao Mengmeng asked.

Song Weiwei withdrew his hand, and couldn't help praying to get to the hospital soon. "My forehead is hot and I have a fever."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine, don't panic."

Song Weiyi nodded with tears in her eyes, but she had no idea in her heart.

Pei Yibai fainted, will he really be all right?

She didn't want to think about the worst of things, but when she closed her eyes, her bloody hands were in her mind.

"Young mistress, I didn't prepare a quilt. If you don't mind, use our clothes to cover the young master?"

A bodyguard sitting in front had a flushed face and was holding a thick coat in his hand.

Now Pei Yibai's coat is only Song's only coat, which is not enough at all.

"Okay, I don't dislike it, thank you." How could Song Weiyi dislike it?

Hearing this, the bodyguard smiled and handed over the clothes.

"Do you want..." Zhao Mengmeng asked, wanting to take off Pei Yibai's wet clothes.

"Mengmeng, help me." Song Weiwei had this in mind, and asked Zhao Mengmeng to gently lift Pei Yibai's hand, and beside him, he took off the loose hospital gown with difficulty.

"Pei Yibai, why are you wearing a hospital gown? Is he in the hospital?"

After all, Zhao Mengmeng didn't control her mouth and asked cautiously.

Song Weiji paused and nodded silently.

"He was injured a little bit before, and he thought it was nothing, but later it was found out that he had a concussion."

"Forehead?"

"He didn't tell me about this. Before his accident, I didn't even know he was in the hospital." Song Wei's tone was ashamed, worried, and helpless.

Hearing this, Zhao Mengmeng patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Okay, it's all in the past. He definitely didn't want to worry you, and it has nothing to do with you. Besides, a big devil like Pei Yibai Head, it will be fine."

Big devil?

Song Weiyi looked down at the man's stern profile.

Even when Ah Zi was in a coma, the man's eyebrows were still only wrinkled together, as if he was worried about something.

Why not?

She was still in Qu Xiaoxiao's hands, how could he just fall down without knowing anything?

Pei Yibai had a splitting headache, throbbing, as if trying to tear his head apart.

The car was driving smoothly on the road. His left hand was much better than his right hand, and he kept holding Song Weiyi's hand tightly.

"Pei Yibai, I'm fine. If you're really worried, wake up." Song Weiyi sensed the man's uneasiness, and his eyes began to sore.

I just stared at his face for a long time, but he showed no sign of waking up.

The hope that was kindled in my heart slowly sank.

"Ah, he seems to be waking up." Zhao Mengmeng secretly watched Pei Yibai's movements, seeing Pei Yibai's eyelids move, she cried out in surprise.

When Song Weiyi heard about it, he immediately stared at his expression, not daring to let it go.

Eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and Song Weiyi's voice came from his ear. "Pei Yibai, wake up quickly, hurry up."

Song Weiyi, his wife...

Pei Yibai's hand held hers, and with great effort, he didn't open the eyelids that were almost glued together.

"Come on, wake up quickly." Song Weiwei cheered him on, with a strong nasal voice.

Her voice buzzed.