Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

"Glib tongue." Yin Mobai said casually: "Have you eaten, doctor? Not eating is not good for your body, right?"

Zhou Jiangyan nodded slightly and said, "Well, Mo Bai. Then I'll go get something to eat first, and you guys can chat."

After saying that, he pushed the wheelchair with one hand and turned towards the kitchen.

Noticing Zhou Jiangyan leaving alone, his figure was so lonely that Ji Lingsheng felt inexplicably distressed. He wanted to help him, but this move was really inconsistent with the current situation. Because if he really followed, the consequences would be foreseeable and not ideal.

So Ji Lingsheng kept teasing Ye Yu with a smile, and his performance was flawless.

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Mo He had insomnia last night and went to bed very late. She was a little confused and refused to come out until now. Then she saw Zhou Jiangyan heading to the kitchen.

"Miss Yan." Mo He called him, his voice cold, "Do you need help?"

Zhou Jiangyan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, but he remembered Mo He's words.

"Thank you, I'm sorry."

Mo He shook his head and stepped forward to help Zhou Jiangyan push the wheelchair to the kitchen.

The wheels of the wheelchair rolled, and Zhou Jiangyan and Mo He came to the kitchen together. But what Mo He didn't expect was that there were two people in the kitchen.

It was Gu Canyue who was cooking noodles, and a man who was rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Morning, Zangyue."

Gu Canyue turned around and saw Zhou Jiangyan's eyes brightening slightly, and he said, "Well, morning."

Raising his eyes slightly, he nodded to Mo He, who was expressionless and nodded as a reply, but both of them looked a little uncomfortable.

"Come for something to eat, noodles."

Zhou Jiangyan smiled lightly and said, "Well, a little is enough. Please, Zangyue."

Gu Canyue grabbed another handful of noodles and put them into the pot. She anticipated what Zhou Jiangyan wanted to say and said in advance: "No need to thank you, it's what I should do."

Shaking his head, Zhou Jiangyan's politeness made people feel alienated. He said: "No, thank you anyway."

Mo He stood there for a while, listening to the conversation between the two. She walked to the refrigerator with her cold expression, opened the other refrigerator door without saying a word, and rummaged for food.

The man who was rummaging through things felt Mo Ho rummaging through things, so he cowardly stepped away and gave the refrigerator to Mo Ho.

He turned around and was about to leave the kitchen when he raised his eyes and saw the angelic woman.

At this moment, his fate changed!

This is what love at first sight feels like! He said this to himself in his heart, that pounding heart was the eruption of a volcano that had been silent for a long time! Like the only color in his numb world.

As white as frost, her haggard look added a bit of pitiable vulnerability. But he is as noble as the snow lotus on the mountain, untouchable.

At that moment, his face turned red inexplicably.

"Hello, little miss..." He was not good at talking to begin with, and now he was even more incoherent, "I, I, I, you... hello."

"Huh?" Zhou Jiangyan turned his head slightly, and his scorching gaze made it difficult to ignore. He said softly, "Hello, good morning."

The man's heart almost accelerated and died suddenly. His face turned red like a monkey's ass, and he stuttered: "Good morning...ah, hello, I'm a writer, living in Room 201! You...you you Hello……"

Just when Zhou Jiangyang was about to say something to him, Gu Canyue's voice came over again, and he said: "The noodles are ready, please eat while they are hot."

"Mo He, I have it for you too. Eat something hot to warm yourself up."

"...Well, thank you."

Mo Ho closed the refrigerator door and walked straight past the writer in Room 201 who was immersed in extreme joy. After pushing Zhou Jiangyan to the dining table, he went to serve the noodles.

The matter came to an end here. After eating the noodles, Zhou Jiangyan went to the living room with Mo He and Gu Canyue.

The "disease communication" within the No. 1999 Mental Hospital there has also ended, and everyone is doing their own things.