Goddess please don't flirt

"Then have fun, see you later."

After Chu Fanxi left, He Moqian slipped away a jar of soup and was worried, should he give it away?I really went to deliver it, I'm afraid there will be more entanglement with Yuan Ying in the future, but He Moqian also knows the food in the hospital. Strange.After much deliberation, she decided to go to the hospital, let's talk about the future, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.

He Moqian pushed open the door of the ward, but Yuan Ying was not inside.Just when a nurse came to clean the ward, He Moqian asked, "Hello, where did the patient in this room go?"

The nurse said: "You mean Ms. Yuan? She went outside with a cane to relax, and I won't let her follow her. Don't worry, she'll be back soon."

"But she's still sick!"

"The doctor said it's okay, just keep warm. The weather is fine today, and it's just a good time to bask in the sun to kill the virus."

"Can……"

Before He Moqian finished speaking, Yuan Ying had already returned. She had one foot wrapped into a steamed bun and supported a crutch under her armpit. She limped like a disabled person when she saw He Moqian. Surprised than happy, his eyes dodged for a moment, "Ah Qian? Why are you here?"

"Where have you been?" He Moqian asked.

"Go... go and sit in the garden downstairs. Isn't the weather nice today? It's breezy." Yuan Ying cleared her throat, leaned on her crutches and walked around in a big circle to avoid He Moqian. He Moqian saw that she was deliberately hiding Instead of stepping forward to help herself, Yuan Ying stopped on the other side of the bed, hopped onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt until only her eyes were exposed, and then smiled and said, "Ah Qian, What's in your insulated box?" She had noticed He Moqian's insulated box by the bed, and she was looking forward to it.

He Mo subtly shrugged his nose twice, and keenly caught the unusual breath brought back by Yuan Ying in the air, "Yuan Ying, you smoke."

With such a strong smell of cigarettes, I don't know how many cigarettes Yuan Ying smoked.He Moqian laughed at himself for being cheap, this woman didn't care about her own life, and she came all the way here just to give her a bowl of soup.

Yuan Ying lifted the quilt abruptly and sat up, and hurriedly explained: "Ah Qian, listen to me! I just smoked one! At most...at most two!"

He Moqian stared at her without speaking.

Yuan Ying lowered her head and admitted, "Well...maybe...maybe seven or eight... Ah Qian, I was wrong, don't be angry..."

Yuan Ying has been addicted to smoking for nearly ten years, and she has been restraining herself from smoking recently, but it is not so easy to quit this thing. Today, she finally couldn't help smoking a few cigarettes. Unexpectedly, she was unlucky and lucky, and happened to meet He Moqian to see her.

He Moqian suddenly smiled, "Miss Yuan is worrying too much, whether you smoke or not is completely your freedom, and I have no right to interfere."

The cleaning nurse also chimed in, "Miss Yuan, smoking is really bad for your health. The old man in front of me had lung cancer the year before last, and it was caused by smoking. You have a cold because of smoking too much. Why haven't you smoked yet?" Lesson? You..."

Yuan Ying hurriedly winked at the nurse, and the nurse finally understood, hurriedly finished cleaning and left with the garbage, Yuan Ying smiled flatteringly and said: "Ah Qian, don't listen to Aunt Li's nonsense, she hears that the wind is the rain, doctor It's just possible, maybe..."

He Moqian thought it might be impossible for her, "I bought a few books at the Xinhua Bookstore next to me in the afternoon, and I happened to see a restaurant next to it, and I packed a soup for you. You can drink it if you want it, and pour it out if you don't drink it. I am leaving."

"Wait!" Yuan Ying jumped out of the bed with one foot, hooked the lame leg and jumped to He Moqian, "Ah Qian, I really know my mistake, don't go."

As soon as she approached, well, the smoke made He Moqian's eyes hurt. These are seven or eight cigarettes, and she probably smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.

"Get out of the way." He Moqian said.

"Don't let me!" Yuan Ying took He Moqian's arm and leaned on her shoulder with more than half of her body, "Ah Qian, my legs are sore from standing like this, can you help me back to bed? I'm hungry .”

The smell of the cigarette became stronger when she got closer, He Moqian pinched his nose in disgust, "You stink to death."

"Really?" Yuan Ying hastily raised her sleeve and sniffed it vigorously, "Don't worry, Aqian, I will never smoke in the future!"

He Moqian said in his heart, I don't care if you smoke or not, and helped her lie back on the bed.

Yuan Ying couldn't wait to open the insulated box, and the aroma of stewed pork ribs with lotus root hit her face, her eyes lit up, and then she smiled meaningfully.She doesn't need to taste He Moqian's craftsmanship, but she can tell by smelling it. No one can make this fragrance except He Moqian, not even the top chef.

"Ah Qian, this soup is really delicious, which restaurant's chef is it? You tell me the address, and I will try it when my legs recover."

"Stop being wordy." He Moqian stuffed a spoon into Yuan Ying's hand indiscriminately, "Drink your soup."

Yuan Ying scooped up a large spoonful of soup, and put it into his mouth before it cooled down. His mouth was hot and blistered, and his tongue jumped all over the place. Even so, he didn't want to spit out the soup, and swallowed it whole. It is estimated that even the esophagus was scalded.

He Moqian couldn't stand it anymore, "Slow down, no one will grab you."

"Hey hey..." Yuan Ying sneered, and finally remembered to blow a few breaths on the spoon, took another spoonful, squinted her eyes, and the satisfied happiness overflowed from her face, "It's really delicious."

She hasn't had such a delicious soup for a long time.She likes to drink soup. After He Moqian committed that incident, Yuan Ying couldn't bear the blow and went abroad. From time to time, she thought of He Moqian's soup. Yuan Ying scratched her ears and heart when she thought of a bowl of ordinary soup. Find a chef to make it for her, buy the recipe and learn it by yourself, or follow He Moqian's craftsmanship in memory, but it will always lose a little bit of flavor, which is completely different from He Moqian's.

Yuan Ying thought she would never drink such a lingering bowl of soup again. Today, the familiar taste lingered on the tip of her tongue again. She was so moistened by the heat from the insulated box that she dropped a bean-sized teardrop into the soup. .

She wiped the corners of her eyes and sniffled to smooth things over for herself, "I also said that this soup is a little bland, but it's salty enough."

He Moqian was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, looking at her nose and heart, turning a blind eye to Yuan Ying's gaffe. She faintly felt that she had done something wrong, and she shouldn't have come here after all.

After that, the two of them had nothing to say, only the slight sound of the collision of the spoon and the insulated box was left in the room. Yuan Ying took more than an hour to finish the meal, leaning on the head of the bed contentedly, "Ah Qian, It was the best meal I've had in ten years."

He Moqian got up to pack the tableware, "Then you rest, I won't bother you anymore."

From this angle, Yuan Ying looked up and could just see He Moqian's thin jaw, and... and the tightly buttoned shirt collar.

"A thousand."

"Huh?" He Moqian was puzzled, what's wrong?

"It's nothing...you're so pretty."

He Moqian smiled. Yuan Ying herself didn't know why she was better than her. Such a compliment was more like perfunctory, not convincing at all.

"On New Year's Day...are you really free?"

He Moqian nodded, "I have something to do that day, so don't come to me, I won't have time to see you when I come."

"But……"

"I'm leaving, you rest."

Looking at the back of He Moqian going away, the corner of Yuan Ying's mouth curled into an arc, and she said that she didn't have time. She used to be such an outspoken person who was outspoken about what she likes and dislikes, why is she so duplicity now.

Still, it's kind of cute.Yuan Ying thought.

The author has something to say: Thank you Morning Bell and Evening Drum, sky, Posion゜ for throwing mines~

My National Day holiday was so miserable. I didn’t return to the dormitory until 10:30. I was already sleepy, so I went to bed!good night~