Huang Yi's Meng Qingfan

07:30 After self-study in the evening, except for the students whose parents delivered meals, the others rushed out of the classroom and ran towards the cafeteria almost like a swarm.

Huang Yi's deskmate happened to be the one whose parents delivered the meal. When he came back with the meal, Huang Yi was sitting on the seat stupidly and couldn't help asking, "Are you not eating?"

"My dad gave it to me, and I'll wait for him." So Huang Yi chatted with his tablemate while waiting for his dinner, but the tablemate finished eating and did not see Meng Qingfan's shadow.

Five minutes before the start of class, a handsome young man appeared at the door, holding a lunch box in his hand and kept looking in.

Huang Yi sighed silently, got up and walked towards the person at the door, "I am Huang Yi."

An Yi looked at Huang Yi in front of him and patted him on the shoulder happily and said, "Nephew, I am your uncle. Your father has something to do, so let me deliver your meal."

Huang Yi reluctantly took the lunch box in his hand and nodded to his uncle, who was only five or six years older than him, and said politely, "Thank you."

An Yi talked to Huang Yi for a few more words before leaving the classroom. Huang Yi calmly returned to his seat with the lunch box in his hands, and his deskmate approached quietly and said, "Your dad is so young."

"He's not my dad." Huang Yi said as he opened the lid of the lunch box, and he didn't want to talk the moment he opened it.

The tablemate held back a smile and looked carefully for a while before asking, "Did your uncle give you a lunch box of charcoal?"

Huang Yi poked a pile of black things in the lunch box with his chopsticks, thought for a while and said, "Maybe."

So Huang Yi stayed hungry until night self-study at ten o'clock. As soon as he left the school gate, Huang Yi saw Meng Qingfan's car parked not far away, and strode over with his lunch box in his hand.

Meng Qingfan helped Huang Yi open the car door from inside, and said apologetically, "Something happened at the office today, so I asked Xiao Yi to bring you food. Have you seen him?"

Huang Yi nodded silently, couldn't bear to look directly at the lunch box in his hand, and the words "eating my cooking will kill you" came to his mind again, could it be hereditary?

"What's the matter?" Meng Qingfan rubbed Huang Yi's hair, feeling a little guilty. He grew up so big that he almost never promised others to do something. Now looking at the silent Huang Yi beside him, he felt a little guilty Even more uncomfortable.

Huang Yi turned his head to look out the window, and it took a while to say lightly, "I'm hungry."

Meng Qingfan looked at the lunch box in Huang Yi's hand in surprise, and suddenly thought of something, and asked apologetically, "Is the rice not edible?"

Huang Yi looked at the street lights flashing backwards outside without speaking, and Meng Qingfan could faintly see the water in Huang Yi's eyes through the transparent glass.

After silently sighing in his heart, Meng Qingfan turned the car and drove towards a private noodle restaurant. It was so late that he could only eat noodles, and the rest was not easy to digest.

After getting out of the car, Meng Qingfan helped Huang Yi open the car door, and when someone came out, he gently hugged Huang Yi who had been silent all the way into his arms, patted him on the back, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I promise there will be no harm. Next time."

Huang Yi nodded sullenly, and followed Meng Qingfan into the noodle restaurant.

Although it was past ten o'clock, the noodle shop was still full of people. As soon as they entered, a man walked towards them.

"Why is the boss personally ordering supper today?" The man asked with a smile.

Meng Qingfan waved his hand, walked forward with the man, and explained: "It's not about ordering supper, but bringing my son to eat."

The man nodded naturally, and didn't even look back at Huang Yi. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Meng Qingfan having such a big son.

Meng Qingfan took Huang Yi to sit down in front of the empty seat, handed the recipe in his hand to the person opposite and asked softly, "See what you want to eat?"

Huang Yi stopped after turning two pages, pointed to a bowl of braised noodles on the cookbook and said, "I want this."

The man smiled and nodded, and then said to Meng Qingfan next to him, "Father and son have similar preferences, how about you?"

Meng Qingfan smiled and said, "Same."

Huang Yi looked up at Meng Qingfan in surprise and asked, "Did you not eat?"

Meng Qingfan shook his head and handed the water glass to Huang Yi, "If I have time to eat, I will definitely deliver it to you first."

Huang Yi lowered his head and held the water glass, the heat slowly spread into his heart through the palm of his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

The noodles for the two of them came out very quickly. The noodles were served in a large bowl, and the noodles were poured with a layer of brightly colored brine, which glistened under the light.

"Eat it quickly, every time I come here, I must order the braised noodles here." Meng Qingfan smiled and handed Huang Yi a pair of chopsticks.

Huang Yi took the chopsticks, smiled slightly, and started to eat. He was really hungry. The meal in the school cafeteria at noon was really not to his taste, so he didn't eat much. He almost didn't eat a portion of cucumber loin. The whole thing went into the stomach of the same table.

"Eat slowly, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable at night." Meng Qingfan said as she let the flow flow and wiped off the sauce from the corner of Huang Yi's mouth.

Huang Yi paused almost inaudibly when he ate the noodles, and a doubtful light flashed in Meng Qingfan's eyes.

It was already eleven o'clock when we got home after dinner, Meng Qingfan looked at the hour hand that passed eleven and sighed helplessly.

After Meng Qingfan quickly washed up, he saw Huang Yi standing at the door with his pillow in his arms and looking at him cautiously. Meng Qingfan smiled silently, lifted the quilt and patted the place beside him.

Huang Yi strode over, put the pillow away and got under the quilt, as if afraid of Meng Qingfan's repentance.

Meng Qingfan helped Huang Yi tuck up the quilt, turned around and turned off the light, and quickly fell asleep. The person with his back to Meng Qingfan raised a bright smile, and his eyes shone with scorching light.

I don't know how long it took, but Meng Qingfan was awakened by the humming sound beside him in a daze, and asked hoarsely, "Xiao Yi? What's the matter?"

The people beside him didn't respond at all, and there was still a soft hum of discomfort. Meng Qingfan sensed something was wrong and hurriedly got up and turned on the light beside him.

"Little Yi!" Shocked, Meng Qingfan hugged him into his arms and patted him gently. Huang Yi clutched his neck in pain, as if he couldn't breathe.

Meng Qingfan looked at Huang Yi's body with dots of red spots, and thought it was a bad idea, so he quickly picked him up and rushed out.

Along the way, Meng Qingfan almost drove to the hospital at a speeding speed, her eyes were bloodshot, and the passenger in the co-pilot had stopped struggling just now and fell into a coma.

Meng Qingfan picked up Huang Yi and rushed to the emergency room, the heart in her chest was pounding around like it was about to jump out.

After Huang Yi was sent to the emergency room, Meng Qingfan was able to support the cold wall of the hospital to breathe, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Meng Qingfan thought about it for a while. Huang Yi's symptoms just now were obviously allergic to something. Allergies can be big or small. If the treatment is not timely, it may lead to death. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His legs were weak, and he couldn't recover for a while.

If Huang Yi hadn't slept with him today, if he hadn't agreed to Huang Yi, he wouldn't have noticed Huang Yi's reaction, which might have caused him to die alone in a dark room. Zhong then shook violently.

The door of the emergency room was opened, and Meng Qingfan's heart was tightened. He walked towards the doctor with heavy steps. It took him a while to speak, but his voice was hoarse and trembling, "What's the matter with the people inside... ?”

The doctor took off his mask and smiled at Meng Qingfan, and said slowly: "Don't worry, it's fine, thanks to the timely delivery, but your family members should pay more attention in the future, food allergies are actually very dangerous, I suggest you have time Take him to check the source of allergies, so that potential dangers can be ruled out in the future."

After listening to the doctor's words, Meng Qingfan immediately relaxed, exhaled slowly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The doctor waved his hands and led the two nurses around him back to the office, and Meng Qingfan walked into the emergency room after gathering his composure.

Huang Yi's breathing has slowed down, not as fast as before, but the red spots on his body have not disappeared, and his hands are still dripping, and his brows are slightly frowned into a small hillock.

Meng Qingfan rubbed her sore eyes, walked to the hospital bed and sat down gently, staring at the sleeping person for a long time without looking away.

How long?It seems to be less than a month, right?At this time, Meng Qingfan deeply realized that this face that he had seen for less than a month had already been so deeply and clearly imprinted in his heart.

The corner of Meng Qingfan's mouth raised a helpless yet relieved smile. From now on...he has to worry about it, but he is not alone anymore.