Meng Fu took his coat and put it on. As he walked out, he tilted his head and coughed."Sister fan, did you bring me some wine?"
Zhao fan remained calm and whispered, ""It's in the cabinet next to your bed."
If it was in the past, Zhao Fan would still take into account Meng Fuge's identity and stand on the same side as su Cheng.
However, at this time, Meng Fu had just escaped from death and his life was hanging by a thread. Zhao Fan felt that he could not reject Meng Fu, so when he bought food for Meng Fu, he secretly hid a can of wine and brought it to him.
"Good." Meng Fu patted Zhao fan's shoulder.
Zhao fan said humbly, " by the way, President Yan also called to ask about you. He said that he wanted to come and see you.
"Oh." Meng Fu did not find it strange.
The two of them were about to go to the director's ward together, but the director had already been pushed over by his wife.
