Chasing Wife Crematorium + Spoiler

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Take this matter as an example, the two had considered various aspects, but they quarreled as soon as they met, and there was no chance to talk about it.

Not only that, but they misunderstood each other deeply.Although Feng Qingzhou didn't express his thoughts on Fenggan to her, but judging from the previous details, Feng Qingzhou wished not to have this father.

This seems to have something to do with Feng Qingzhou's mother. She still doesn't know what happened, so she can only take one step at a time.

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

So early, who could it be?Is it a breeze?

Su Lang took out her phone, swiped open the screen, and found that Feng Qingzhou woke up and was looking for her.

【Qingzhou: Su Xiaolan, where are you? 】

Su Lang scratched her head and decided to tell a lie.

[Su Xiaolan: I'm hungry, I'm going to buy breakfast, are you awake? 】

She looked at Feng Gan who was carrying a bag: "Uncle, let's not talk about those things first. Qingzhou is awake now, and I won't be rude to you. Are you buying porridge for Qingzhou?"

Feng Gan thought to himself, you have never been polite.

But speaking of porridge... He patted his head and hurriedly passed the porridge over: "Yes, I guess she must stay in the hospital overnight, so I bought it for her. She probably still doesn't want to see me now , so you give it to her, so as not to waste it."

It seems that a certain father was forced to waste a lot of times, Su Lan suppressed a smile.

After Feng Gan handed the porridge over, he remembered something and shifted his eyes uncomfortably: "Sorry, I didn't know you were here, so I only bought a bowl, look..."

Su Lang's phone vibrated again.

[Qingzhou: Yes. 】

This tone is a bit bad, it seems that I have to go back.

Su Ling unceremoniously exchanged WeChat with Feng Gan j_iao, then shook her hand to let him not mind: "It's okay, she can just eat, if you have anything to do, please send me WeChat, goodbye, uncle!"

Dad Feng, who was suddenly asked by his daughter's suitor to use WeChat: "...bye."

Su Lang shook her head, carried the porridge and ran up, thinking about how to dry the porridge while running.

Ah, it seems that I have never known the name of Father Feng?

Forget it, talk about it later.

She made a casual note, then picked up the porridge, ready to deal with Feng Qingzhou's inquiry.

As for the notes...

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Chapter 50 Do You Like Her Too?

When Su Lang went back, Feng Qingzhou had already sat up, using the comb she carried with her to arrange her tied hair.

She tied up her hair, which was always loose, and looked much more capable and refreshed. Compared with Su Lan, who had obvious bags under her eyes, she was many times more energetic.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Qingzhou looked at Su Lang with serious eyes, and then naturally moved to the plastic bag in Su Lang's hand.

She asked, "What breakfast did you buy?"

Su Lang fumbled into the bag with her hand, "Hot porridge, I don't know if you like it..." Before she could take out the porridge box, her hand was pinned down.

Feng Qingzhou sniffed his nose and laughed: "Let me guess, what kind of porridge did you buy?"

Su Lan froze.

What porridge...Father Feng didn't seem to say?

She came up in a hurry just now, so she didn't look at it, she should have taken a look at it earlier!

Su Lang regretted secretly, looked at Feng Qingzhou's smile, felt a chill inexplicably, licked her lips and said, "Guess?"

Feng Qingzhou's smile remained the same, but the brilliance in his eyes became more restrained, and he said, "I guess it's preserved egg thin r_ou_ porridge, isn't it?"

Su Lang's eyes wandered, and she said bravely, "Congratulations, you guessed it right."

Who knows what kind of porridge it is!

The quality of this porridge box is too good, there is no fragrance at all!Originally, I also said that I could smell it with my nose, which is sharper than a dog.

Feng Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and took out the porridge box.Open the extra-strong lid, and the overcooked rice fragrance overflows, mixed with the dense heat, which is very easy to arouse the gluttons in people's stomachs.

On the surface of the thick porridge, there are a few green vegetable vines floating.Obviously, the name of this porridge should be called - green vegetable porridge.

"Preserved egg porridge?" Feng Qingzhou smiled.

Su Lang smiled awkwardly but politely: "Just kidding, the leader won't mind such an insignificant joke, right?"

Feng Qingzhou nodded, expressing his affirmation: "Mind."

Su Lan: "..."

Well, as a rookie, she can't study the mind of her boss.

Feng Qingzhou sat down with the porridge, stirred the porridge with a spoon, covered the warm side of the box with his cold fingers, and asked unintentionally, "You put me on the chair?"

Su Lan followed suit and sat down: "Yes."

"have you slept?"

Su Lang looked at the arc in the ward: "Sleeping."

At first I thought that Feng Qingzhou was just asking casually, but she continued to ask without hesitation: "Did you sleep well?"

Su Lan, who was not very good at lying, could only cough guiltily, and said to him from both sides: "The hospital, you can't sleep well, you didn't sleep well either."

Feng Qingzhou didn't ask any more questions, scooped up a mouthful of porridge with a spoon, and blew on the hot air.

Only then did Su Lan put her restless heart back.

In the distance came the sounds of nurses and doctors opening the ward, and after a few human voices that were indistinct because of the distance, the door of the ward was closed again.

Bang.

It wasn't too loud, but the whole corridor was very quiet, so it came over.

It's really hard work, Su Lan thought.

"My dad, what do you think?" Feng Qingzhou suddenly said after chewing the food in his mouth.

Su Lang glanced at Feng Qingzhou's expression, it didn't look like she was angry or confiding, but more like simply wanting to know the answer to this question.

This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ease the relationship between father and daughter a little bit.

But blindly praise and praise, maybe the effect is not good?

How to do it.