Feihu Renxin [Flying Tigers + on call 36 hours]

[Are you off work?I put the sugar water in your mailbox, remember to drink it when you go back. ]

"Ah Yuan, have a drink with me." "Well, okay, see you PC."

"Uncle Cheng, Long Island Iced Tea."

"No, Uncle Cheng doesn't need it. I have one, but you drink this." Zhuo Yuan stopped Ah Cheng, and handed the thermos to Song Wei without any explanation. He had to go to work tomorrow, and he dared to drink such strong wine.

Song Wei also realized that he had to go to work tomorrow, so it was really not suitable for drinking.Just now I just said casually, the wine glass is really in my hand, Song Wei probably doesn't know how to drink it.No matter how depressed his mood was, Song Wei still had some sense.

only……

"Bean curd stick egg syrup?"

"I also added ginkgo and almonds to clear the lungs and reduce phlegm!" Zhuo Yuan poured out the sugar water like a treasure, and handed over the spoon thoughtfully, as if he didn't see Song Wei's eyes.

"Ah Yuan, will it be troublesome for you to make these food for me every day?" The sugar water is very clear and sweet, and Zhuo Yuan's craftsmanship is as good as ever.

"Of course not. I cook for my sister, wash clothes, and clean the house every day. These are all incidental, and it's not troublesome at all." Seeing Song Wei eating happily, Zhuo Yuan smiled contentedly.

Song Wei actually wanted to say that Che Che cooks for himself every day, so there is no need to bother Ah Yuan, but Zhuo Yuan's eyes are burning... Forget it, maybe it's just a long time since I saw him and he felt that he didn't take good care of himself, so let's start to make up for it now.Rejecting him now is too much of a blow to his enthusiasm, let's talk about it later.

"Weiwei, do you have something on your mind?" Seeing that Song Wei was almost finished eating, Zhuo Yuan thought that Song Wei would not call himself to the PC Bar for a drink without any reason.

"My friend was diagnosed with a tumor, but she still has a two-month-old baby in her stomach. No, strictly speaking, it's just a small embryonic cell." Song Wei originally had a serious face, and when he talked about his major , immediately put on a serious expression, and corrected his statement.

The serious expression made Zhuo Yuan laugh, Song Wei gave Zhuo Yuan a dissatisfied look, Zhuo Yuan immediately put away his smile, and asked seriously: "What's your colleague's reaction?"

"She..." Song Wei thought for a while, "Very strong." Ziyu was the first person to accept the news, even calmer than Song Wei.

Thinking of Ziyu stroking her belly, she said softly to herself: "Welly, I love my baby even more than my life."

"That's right." Zhuo Yuan hesitated, stretched out his hand to cover the back of Song Wei's hand, and looked into her eyes seriously, "Believe your friends, what she needs most now is your support, if even you doubt her , isn't she the only one left fighting against the disease?"

There was a warm porcelain bowl in the palm, and Zhuo Yuan's hand on the back was so hot that Song Wei looked down and saw his cold hands sandwiched between them, felt the heat transfer between each other, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Zhuo Yuan withdrew his hand without a trace, his expression remained the same.

Did I make a mistake?Was the throbbing at that moment an illusion?Song Wei stared blankly at his hands.

"Weiwei?" Zhuo Yuan waved his hand in front of Song Wei's eyes.

Song Weiyi came to his senses: "Ah! Yes, yes, I understand. Thank you, Ah Yuan. Then I'll go back first."

"I'll see you off!" Zhuo Yuan stood up immediately, and was pushed down by Song Wei again, "No, I have to go to another place, so that's it, goodbye, I won't see you off."

Watching Song Wei leave, Zhuo Yuan turned around and held his heart and let out a heavy sigh of relief, his heart almost jumped out.

"Zhuang Zhuoyuan, you are too courageous!" Zhuo Yuan looked at his hands, as if he could still feel the coolness in Song Wei's hands.His hands were still covered with a layer of rough calluses, which was in stark contrast to Song Wei's white and tender hands.

Uncle Cheng wiped the glass calmly, looked at Zhuo Yuan in a daze, and laughed, "Nothing! Just touch hands."

"Uncle Cheng, what do you know!" Zhuo Yuan looked at his hand motionlessly, "This is different."

What is "just touch hands".Touching other people's hands is "just touching hands", but it's different.

The author has something to say: sex after drinking is not suitable for Song Wei and Zhuo Yuan, a little pink that makes people blush and heartbeat is enough.

To Japan is long, let us look forward to the future hand in hand! (There should be applause here)

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Starting today, if there are comments from readers within an hour after I update, then I will follow up a chapter on the same day, okay?

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