Going to wear the host and sprinkle candy again

Chapter 877
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Yuntong actually likes the feeling of being hugged by her, it is very warm, and her heart is full of warmth.

Jiang Cheng covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, "Yuntong, stay away from me, I have the plague."

Only then did Yuntong understand, "I'm not afraid."

"It's okay if you're not afraid!" Jiang Cheng said seriously: "If you also get the plague, no one will give me a big chicken leg to eat!"

The handkerchiefs are all ready, just waiting for Yuntong who wiped the tears of emotion: "..."

Yun Tong wanted to raise her hand to touch her head, but withdrew it again, "Okay, I got it, I must pay attention next time."

"Then I'll go first and come back tomorrow."

"Yuntong!" Jiang Cheng stopped him.

Yun Tong thought that Jiang Cheng was reluctant to part with him, and just as she was about to turn around and hug her, she saw a stack of papers thrown in front of her.

He caught it instinctively and read it out, "Big chicken drumsticks, sauced knuckles, braised fish, pancakes, steamed buns, braised chicken..."

Jiang Cheng's voice came over, "Remember to bring it to me tomorrow!"

After she finished speaking, she yawned, curled up in a corner and fell asleep.

When you are full, you will feel sleepy, and you can't stop it.

Yuntong: "..."

Yuntong walked over slowly, took off the cloak on her body, and covered her body.

Then he tapped his toes and disappeared in place.

For the next few days, Yuntong came every day, bringing a lot of delicious food by the way.

The man whose leg injury was healed by Jiang Cheng this morning came in to get something to eat.

His name is Meng Fang.

He has been coming to Jiang Cheng to get something to eat these days, and he never asked specifically, nor did she stop him.

She was covered with a cloak, a man's gray cloak.

Meng Fang's gaze flickered, but he withdrew his gaze.

He picked up a bun and ate it, the plague tormented him, and his leg injury also tormented him.

It doesn't hurt if you hurt more, but you are more hungry.

He ate two big buns in a row, when he saw the little girl who was sleeping beside him move and woke up.

The little girl opened her eyes, she opened her mouth and yawned, a layer of mist floated in her eyes, with a somewhat ignorant expression.

Meng Fang withdrew his gaze, and walked out leaning on crutches.

"Hey!"

Jiang Cheng stopped him, "You're injured, just eating buns is not enough, here, I'll give you a big chicken drumstick."

Meng Fang looked down at the chicken leg in front of him, the golden color of the chicken leg was very attractive, his eyes moved up, landed on the little girl's white hands, and then landed on her face.

He spoke with a difficult voice, "Thank you."

This is the first trace of warmth that he fell from heaven to hell, and it is so heart-warming.

He took the chicken leg and ate it with big mouthfuls.

After eating, he met the little girl's eyes, and showed embarrassment, "I don't look good when I eat."

Jiang Cheng smiled, "No, it tastes better when you eat it!"

Only now did she see clearly the man's face covered by black hair. There was a scar on his left face, spreading from the corner of his mouth to his forehead, which looked a little scary.

As if aware of Jiang Cheng's gaze, the man stroked his hair to block the half of his face.

Jiang Cheng said: "I have a solution for your face."

There is a scar-removing grass in the space, as long as it is formulated, no matter how big a scar can be faded away.

Meng Fang raised his head, there was a flash of light in his eyes, and then he laughed at himself, "My life is almost gone, what face do I need?"

Jiang Cheng didn't think so, "Why would you choose to die with a scar on your face when you could die beautifully?"

Meng Fang met the little girl's bright smile, and nodded in a strange way.

The little girl's complexion was not good, her paleness showed a bit of exhaustion, but there was no trace of sadness in her brows, more of the splendor of life.

She was like a sun, illuminating the darkest corners of his heart.

(End of this chapter)