Chatper 900 (1/2)

"Song Weiyi, this time, it's really my fault." Zhao Mengmeng slid down the wall, covering her face with tears streaming down her face.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Weiyi gritted his teeth and dragged Zhao Mengmeng away from the corridor to the stairs.

The wind was very strong at night, and it was like a knife when it was blown on the face, it was cold and painful.

Song Weiyi was wearing a coat, but noticed that Zhao Mengmeng was just wearing home clothes at the moment.

"Mengmeng, why did you run out with so little clothes on? Are you crazy?"

Without any explanation, she took off her coat and put it on Zhao Mengmeng.

Then, he dragged Zhao Mengmeng inside again.

Although the smell of the toilet is not very good, it is not so cold compared to the air outlet of the stairs.

"Go inside and talk."

Zhao Mengmeng came back to her senses, looked at the knee-length coat, and raised her hand to take it off and return it to Song Weiyi.

"I'm not cold, you can dress yourself."

"You dress it for me." I was sweating profusely from running just now, if the cold wind blows right now, I will definitely catch a cold tomorrow.

It's just that Song Weiyi didn't get over Zhao Mengmeng's stubbornness, and took off the clothes forcefully and returned them to Song Weiyi.

"You dress yourself."

"You... don't know what's good." After holding back for a long time, Song Weiyi couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily.

Zhao Mengmeng leaned against the wall, looking a little depressed.

Seeing this, Song Weiyi couldn't say anything anymore. Now that he knows his heart hurts, why did he go so early?

For a long while, the two were relatively silent for a long time.

"Okay, stop thinking about it, it's not your fault."

Zhao Mengmeng hugged her legs and remained silent. It wasn't entirely her fault, but it was inseparable from her.

If it wasn't for her father's golf club, maybe she could conclude that Pei Chenyang's accident had nothing to do with her at all.

But this assumption does not hold.

Zhao Mengmeng couldn't control her head to think wildly, and even thought that Pei Chenyang...

They stayed in the toilet for a long time before they came out.

Back again, Wang Meng was carrying a big shopping bag in his hand.

Seeing Song Weiyi and Zhao Mengmeng walking together, Wang Meng immediately went towards them.

"Sister-in-law, I have bought it according to your order." He said, and handed over the shopping bag in his hand.

This is Song Weiyi who just texted Wang Meng, asking him to go down and buy a lady's coat.

"Thank you, Special Assistant Wang." Song Weiyi thanked him sincerely.

"It's all my job."

"Put it on." Song Weiyi took out the clothes and put them on Zhao Mengmeng.

Before Zhao Mengmeng spoke, Song Weiwei looked at her indifferently: "If you want to make sure that you are fine before uncle comes out, you'd better put it on."

After that, no one spoke.

The operation lasted until two o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Mengmeng's phone rang several times during the period, and it was Zhao Wei who called, asking where she was and why she didn't come home so late.

Zhao Mengmeng prevaricated.

The last time after that, I couldn't be fooled.

As a last resort, I told Zhao Wei that she was in the hospital.

"Hospital? All right, what are you going to do in the hospital?"

"Pei Chenyang was in a car accident and is being rescued."

After that, Zhao Mengmeng hung up the phone because the door of the operating room was opened.

A group of doctors and nurses filed out from inside.

People outside surrounded the attending doctor and kept asking him, "How is my uncle? Is he okay?"