And Jiang Fengxing has only been here twice, and he has stayed for a while before leaving, so the nurse is not familiar with him.

Hearing that a man had come to see Su Wansheng, Lu Zhenming's face was even heavier than just now, and his delicate eyebrows also condensed: "Is there anyone else?" ”

The nurse thought for a moment and said, "Miss Song has also been here, and she was still with that man when she left." ”

Song Zhiyue came to see that it was impossible for her to send roses, and those who were familiar with Shengsheng knew that she liked roses.

The bouquet of flowers in that ward was most likely given by the man.

Men generally give roses to women for only two purposes.

One is that he wants to pursue her.

The second is to trick her into getting laid.

Lu Zhenming's heart was very blocked, no matter what it was, he couldn't bear it, let alone let it happen.

The idea of beating his woman, is that man tired of life?

When the female nurse saw him, her face suddenly changed, and she looked at him strangely.

Lu Zhenming said "thank you", and walked to the hot water area with the kettle with an expressionless face.

He fetched water and returned to the ward, his face slightly better than before, but still a little dark.

He put the kettle on the table, took out the food, put it on the table the same, and said casually: "Song Zhiyue seems to have not come to the hospital to see you for a few days." ”

Su Wansheng: "She came today. ”

He asked, "Is she alone?" ”

Su Wansheng was puzzled: "Then what's not?" ”

"I just came back from fetching water, and I heard the nurse say that she was with a man when she left, and she had a boyfriend?"

Su Wansheng sneered, and the pear vortex on her white little face was shallow: "It's Jiang Xianxing." ”

Lu Zhenming's jaw tightened, slowly relaxed, fortunately he didn't call just now, let Tang Mo go and find out who that man was, otherwise it would be a joke.

He opened the folded table and placed it on the hospital bed, and then put all the dishes on the small table.

"You eat first, I'll make a call."

Su Wansheng nodded and ate clumsily with her left hand.

Lu Zhenming got out of the ward, found a quiet place, and dialed Jiang Fengxing's phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, he said, "You're going to pursue my wife?" ”

Jiang Fengxing was stunned by his sudden words, and after being stunned for a few seconds, regardless of whether he was joking or not, he hurriedly cleared up: "How is it possible?" ”

"Then what are you doing with roses for her?"

"That's not—"

Before the words "I sent" were spoken, Lu Zhenming was heard to say again: "Don't tell me, you have a crush on her." ”

"I-"

Before the word "no" was finished, he was interrupted by Lu Zhenming: "A man who is courteous in front of my wife, I usually let him die an ugly death." ”

"That's—"

"Song Zhiyue sent it", a few words had reached the throat, and was cut off by Lu Zhenming again: "For Shengsheng, I have a very small heart, and I will think that others have no reason to show her favor for her, even if it is you." ”

Jiang Feng took a mouthful of old blood in his throat.

it!

Can I finish my sentence?

Afraid that he would not finish his sentence and be interrupted by him, and when the time came, the more he described, the darker it became, Jiang Fengxing simply fell silent.

He planned to wait for Lu Zhenming to finish what he was going to say, and then explain himself.

However, Lu Zhenming's next sentence made him shudder.

"It seems that you haven't had a girlfriend since Shengsheng came back from France, you can't really have a crush on my Shengsheng, right?"

Hearing that he even used "my family's shengsheng", Jiang Fengxing only felt that there was gloomy behind him, and he had the illusion that his life was about to be lost.