Han Qing frowned, looking at the tiny figure in his eyes soon disappeared, he did not have time to respond.
Xiao Yan ran upstairs and hid in her room, her heart pounding.
What's going on? Han Qing actually came to her, and if she didn't see her wrong, he should be staring at her lips.
Is Do you want to find her to account for her sudden kiss?
Thinking of this, Xiaoyan quickly put out his hand to cover his chest, "what jump? Is it just that bad? "
After thinking about it, she regretted that when Han Qinggang approached her, why did she run? She should have taken the opportunity to tease him again?
For example, sneak in and kiss him again?
Good idea!
But She wasted such a great opportunity.
Sobbing Xiao Yan covers her cheek and tears.
*
the hospital
when Han Muzi arrived at the hospital with the heat preservation barrel, it was more than an hour later.
When she came into the ward, a light of joy flashed in her dark eyes, but it was soon replaced by ink. He sat there with a gloomy face and did not say hello to her.
Han Muzi is also too lazy to pay attention to him, directly put the heat preservation barrel on the table, and then open the cover.
As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma of the food inside floated out, and soon it filled the whole ward.
Ye Moshen has been waiting here for a long time. In addition, when he received her phone call, he even didn't eat any food and rushed over. Now his stomach is empty, so when he smells the food aroma, his stomach seems to be restless and restless.
He frowned, the woman
Thinking of this, his throat moved, but in the end did not say a word.
Han Muzi put the porridge in the bowl, and took the food to him because of his injury and inconvenience.
"Eat it."
Night Mo Shen did not answer, staring at her displeasantly.
Han Muzi picked her eyebrows: "what? Not hungry? "
"You said let me wait for you for an hour."
"Yes." Han Muzi nodded: "what's the problem?"
The night Mo deep does not speak, the eye stares at her tightly, after a moment his tone complains ground to open a way.
"You are thirty minutes late."
Han Muzi said So what? You don't eat because I'm late? " With that, Han Muzi also shook the bowl in his hand.
Night Mo Shen: "coax me."
Han Muzi:
Ye Moshen: "I am a patient."
“……” Han Muzi resisted the impulse to blow up his dog's head, and drew a sneer at his red lips: "are you serious?"
"Well." Night Mo deep nod, and then sit forward, breathing with her blend together: "do not coax, I will not eat. If I don't eat, the wound will be very difficult to heal, which can hurt you. The doctor said it would leave scars in the future. "
Han Muzi glanced at him. Is this man deliberately taking advantage of his own wound?
Obviously, yes.
"And I have to have a repair operation. Do you have the heart to let me not eat?"
Hearing this, Han Mu sneered, then put the bowl in his hand on the table beside him, and made a crisp voice.
"If you like to eat or not, it's not me who starved to death."
After that, she got up and went to the heat preservation bucket directly and put the things on the lid. Then she made a move. The rest of her eyes looked at the night. The bastard actually went back to bed, and his back was still injured!
Thinking of this, Han Muzi's face suddenly changed, turned and rushed back.
"What are you doing? Don't you know you have a back injury? Are you still lying? "
Night Mo deep lying there, a face can not love.
"No one cares about me anyway. It's better to die."
What's the matter with this childish tone? Han Muzi was stunned, and finally realized one thing, that is, the temperament of Yemo Shen has really changed. He is now a shameless model to treat himself.
He was totally unaware of his identity as the president of Yeshi and did not care about his image.
How could Is there such a person?
Although Han Muzi is very angry, she can't help thinking of those shocking injuries in her impression.
Night deep, he is really hurt very seriously, was injured by sulfuric acid, his back skin is not to think about well, will certainly leave scar. Moreover, for ordinary people, he would have fallen down if he was injured like this, but he still used these wounds to compare himself with himself and wanted to let himself stay with him.
Forget it. Let's wait for him to recover.
Finally, Han Muzi closed his eyes and tried to suppress the other emotions in his heart. Finally, he opened his eyes and lifted the bowl on the table. "I beg you, the night is not deep. You get up and eat something. Your body is the most important thing. If you die, you will have nothing."She began to recite him like an old woman.
Night Mo deep face slightly changed, eyes to her.
"Are you kidding me?"
She nodded naturally, "isn't it?"
Night Mo deep micro hook lips pale corner: "don't calculate, I still don't want to eat."
Han Muzi is really no temper, "then what do you want?"
The night Mo deep raises the hand, points to own lip Cape, that meaning is very obvious. Han Muzi looked at her pupils and shrunk.
This shameless bastard.
"No way. I can coax you to eat, but there is nothing else. The night is deep. If you don't want to eat, I'll pour out all the porridge I cooked by myself. Then I'll call Xiao Su and ask him to take care of you. As for your injury, I will bear all the medical expenses. " Finish saying, Han Muzi then take out the mobile phone, want to call Xiao Su appearance.
Results the next second, night Mo Shen suddenly sat up from the bed, the action was so fast that Han Muzi was scared.
Before she reacts, the wrist that holds mobile phone is fastened by night Mo Shen.
"You said you made all those things yourself?" The rest of the night Mo Shen doesn't care, what he cares about is this.
Han Muzi saw that he sat up abruptly. This violent action would certainly hurt the wound, so he even forgot to call, and went directly around his back to see his wound. However, Yemo Shen was still holding her wrist tightly.
"Answer me!"
"Yes, I made it myself, so do you eat it or not?"
"Eat." Night Mo deep stare at her, reach out to her hands: "I was wrong just now, I eat now."
Han Muzi: "it's just
She put the bowl in front of him, "eat quickly, it will be cold later."
"Oh." The night Mo deep incredibly still obediently nodded, and then held a bowl to eat her own hand cooked porridge, drank a mouthful, he some disgusted ground frown: "why so light?"
"Otherwise? You hurt like this? Would you like a full dinner
The night is not deep
Look at her cold look in the eyes, the night deep mouth smoked: "no, this is very good."
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