medicine jar and her miss doctor

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat."

Zhixiu laughed at her: "It's delicious, so why are you watching me all the time?"

Chun Cheng touched his lips with his fingertips, and his face was reddened by the small movements: "You...you just..."

"What happened to me just now?" Zhixiu squeezed her fingertips, refusing to admit that she deliberately took advantage of Chuncheng, desperately suppressing her embarrassment, but took a deep breath to meet her gaze: "I want to say that I didn't happen to happen to, Do you believe it?"

"Believe me." Chun Chengtian's innocence looks cute, it's different from when she was angry, and it's also different from when she hit someone, pure and innocent, ignorant of the world, leaning forward, leaning on her thin body come over.

Zhixiu's legs and feet could not help but feel weak from the focused eyes: "You, what are you doing so close to me?"

Chun Cheng's heart was beating fast, she was so close that she could smell the fragrance from Xiuxiu's body, if she closed her five senses and only her sense of smell remained, and she couldn't see anyone, she would have thought that there would be an orchid in full bloom in front of her.

She wasn't sure whether Xiuxiu liked her or not, she said that she would not let Xiuxiu like her as a man, but in the end, she was the one who was thinking about Xiuxiu, Chun Cheng pursed her lips in frustration: "I want to, too. Would Xiuxiu mind if I accidentally touched it?"

Clear and shallow breaths rushed towards her face, Zhixiu tensed her back tensely, her mind went blank for a moment.

She didn't even hear what Chun Cheng said, her heart beat violently, and her dizziness became more and more intense, but in such a flustered mind, she saw the other's dimmed eyes and slightly aggrieved expression.

"Xiuxiu really minds." She made a gesture to retreat, but someone grabbed her wrist.

In one day, this was the second time Xiuxiu wrapped her wrists with her fingers, Chun Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Zhixiu was afraid that she would run away and that she would be unhappy, so she shook her head: "I don't mind."

"Really? Then you know what I just said?"

"..."

Seeing her silence, Chun Cheng thought to himself: Xiuxiu doesn't even listen to what I say seriously now.

The eyes shifted, the girl's palms were warm, and the skin touched, dispelling the coldness of her wrists, and her mood suddenly improved.She smiled: "You don't mind what you said, so don't move."

Zhixiu sat there motionless, trying to recall what she had promised.Holding Chun Cheng's wrist, feeling the coolness coming from the skin, he was reluctant to let go for a moment.

Classmate Chun, who is frail and sick, may not be lying when he said "cold hands" earlier.I was ill a few days ago, and my body was short, and I don't know how long it will take to make up for it.

She was thinking to herself, and her unsuspecting, slightly cold fingertips gently slid across her lower lip...

"Don't move."

A slightly hoarse voice came at the right time, Zhixiu propped her back on the bench, a crisp, crisp, numb, numb feeling spread from the apex of her heart, flowing through her limbs, Chun Cheng... What does Chun Cheng mean by this?

Cool fingers, warm lips.Soft to the touch, hot and cold to each other, Zhixiu's breathing was disordered, she didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to look at her, and slowly closed her eyes.

Inexplicably, Chun Cheng was excited twice, the same excitement as that day on the cruise ship. She exerted a little force on her fingertips, and the eagerness that had been restrained earlier now flowed out instantly because Xiu Xiu closed her eyes. She even wanted to pry Xiu Xiu open with her fingers. It must be more comfortable to show your teeth and stretch them inside.

Thinking about it, her body trembled, she was very wanton and confused, and she disappeared in an instant!

How could she miss Xiu Xiu so much?

The coolness subsided, and the breeze blew in. Zhixiu slowly opened her eyes, her reddish eyes, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wet. Chun Cheng felt ashamed when she saw it: "Let's eat."

"Ok?"

The trembling and charming voice made Chun Cheng almost lose his grip on the bamboo chopsticks: "No, don't talk, if you don't eat, it will be cold."

Zhixiu stared at her with misty eyes: Is that all you want to say?

Unfortunately, Chun Cheng bowed his head to eat and didn't see it.

When Zhixiu heard her shortness of breath, for a brief moment, Zhixiu believed that Chuncheng liked her, and her attitude was as cold as her hands were irregular.

Chun Cheng is perfunctory her.

When this idea came up, tears almost fell down uncontrollably.

"What's the matter? Why don't you eat?" As he spoke, Chun Cheng opened the lunch box for her, seeing that she was not moving, his eyes blinked, and he scooped up the millet porridge and fed it to her lips, quite apologetic and coaxing: "Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

Eyelashes were wet with tears, Zhixiu lowered her eyes and did not look at her, her red lips were slightly parted, and the warm rice porridge flowed gently down the white porcelain spoon.

She was annoyed, it was Chun Cheng who was perfunctory to her, and it was Chun Cheng who coaxed her, did she think that she would eat her to death?

"Why do you look unhappy?" Chun Cheng felt worried, and smiled at her guiltily, only to find that Xiu Xiu didn't look at her at all.

She leaned over awkwardly: "I didn't do it on purpose just now."

"What wasn't intentional?"

"I didn't mean to belittle you."

"...Understood, let's eat."

She took the porcelain spoon and drank the porridge slowly, completely forgetting that it was 'snatched' from someone.

With empty palms, Chun Cheng glanced at the porcelain spoon with blue patterns lying obediently by Zhixiu's hand, and then saw the girl's unfriendly appearance, he really didn't have the guts to snatch the spoon back, let alone go over to her, He reached for the blue-patterned porcelain spoon.

Young Master Chun, who was well-clothed and well-fed, lost his porridge spoon, obediently picked up the lunch box, with a slightly embarrassing expression on his face.

From the corner of the eye, she paid close attention to the beauty of her every move, the tears in her eyes disappeared, and her lips curled up slightly.

One serving of porridge, three dishes of side dishes, and two steamed buns were quickly settled.

The design department has a big public class in the morning, Chun Cheng can't stay for long, instead he is Zhixiu, and there is only one class after ten o'clock.

The lunch box was taken to be cleaned by her, and she came out of the dormitory and went downstairs, only to see a familiar figure standing there at the door of the dormitory.

It's Chun Cheng.

Worried that she was not feeling well, Zhixiu walked over slowly and asked softly, "Why are you still here? Aren't you going to class?"

Chun Cheng touched his nose and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry with me, okay?"

"I'm not angry."

Zhixiu bit her lower lip, feeling aggrieved again.Chun Cheng treated her more politely and gave her hope, and then pushed her down from the cloud, not even comforting her.

Suppressing her resentment, she urged: "Stay any longer, you will be late."

"Being late is better than making Xiuxiu angry."

"...I've said it all, I'm not angry."

With his schoolbag on his back and cat ear jars in his arms, Chun Cheng leaned over and whispered to her slightly: "I'm not angry, so why don't you tell me something nice?"

"Do not say."

Student Chun took a small step back: "Then Xiuxiu is angry."

Fearing that she would push her forward, Zhixiu's face sank: "Yes, I'm angry."

Staring at her for a long time, looking embarrassed at her, Chun Cheng smiled slightly: "It's okay to be angry, but don't be sullen. When I come back from class, you can vent your anger on me again. I will absolutely obey until you Until the breath subsides. How?"

Zhixiu blushed and sighed, "You are really glib."

"Then let's make an agreement. You are not allowed to be sullen all your life. When I come back, I will apologize to Xiuxiu?"

"Spoof." Zhixiu chuckled lightly, "Okay. If you don't leave, I'm going to be late..."

Chun Cheng quickly squeezed her palm: "See you later!"

Then he took his long legs and ran quickly towards the teaching building.

With slightly hot palms, Zhixiu murmured to herself as she watched her receding figure, "Run slower, what better way to survive if you fall?"

She bent the corners of her lips, and the unruly Miss Chun came out with sweet words. Thinking of Chun Cheng's little tricks to tease her before leaving, her heart wavered again, and she said angrily, "It's really not worrying."

The morning was bright, and she took the letter to the study. Ideally, Chun Cheng would be able to see her reply tonight.

Most of the boys and girls walking in Jingteng come here with a bright and enterprising heart.

In the largest western medicine hospital in Lingjing, Yan Qing, who was lying on the hospital bed, had stern eyebrows and a dark heart: "Father, is my leg getting better?"

Father Yan, who was sitting by the bed, comforted him in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Qing'er, Father will find you the best doctor. If Western medicine doesn't work, let's go to Chinese and Western medicine. As long as you are willing to give money, your leg can always be healed."

"Really?" Yan Qing sneered: "Father, you don't have to lie to me, I heard everything the doctor said. My leg was first shot by Yuan Li, and before it fully healed, Chun Cheng kicked my old disease back. To add insult to injury, from now on I will be an out-and-out cripple..."

"Qinger, you are not allowed to say that!"

"But isn't that true!!"

Yan Qing frantically threw the fruit plate on the ground, with a crazy expression: "How can the young master of the Yan family be a cripple? Chun Cheng ruined my life, I want his two legs, and his life! Dad, did you hear that?" ? Someone hurt your son like this, what are you still doing!"

"Mr. Xu's grandson, and his surname is Chun, father must check his origin carefully."

"What else are you looking for?" Yan Qing turned her eyes lightly, and calculated: "I have met his father, and his father is a poor doctor who sells herbs. A nouveau riche who can't get on the stage!"

Father Yan raised his head in surprise: "Really? To tell the truth, Qinger, father met a man when he was young. That man was named Chun. He was clever, and he couldn't be easily provoked..."

"You can't even mess with an upstart who sells herbal medicine! When did dad become so timid?"

Yan Qing's eyes turned hard: "Don't tell me about businessman's caution, I'll just ask you, someone broke your son's leg, will you take revenge for this revenge?"

"Of course I have to report it!" Father Yan woke up from the past, and said guiltily: "It's my father who is timid. He has traveled thousands of miles all these years. How could he meet a random person, his son? Old Mr. Xu has many disciples, it's because father thinks too much if they don't keep them all."

"Father just wants to understand."

Realizing that he had a bad attitude before, Yan Qing regained his composure: "I know, before dad kills someone, according to the rules, he has to check the person's background, this time there is no need to check, Chun Cheng is the son of a nouveau riche, we Yan Home, you can afford it."

The son said he could afford it, so what worries Father Yan?

"Okay! Today, father will break that man's legs for you, to relieve your anger!"