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The preserved fruit is really delicious, Song Yun'an has no appetite, but playing chess with Duan Qingzhou, you eat up a bag of it.

Duan Qingzhou thought about it, and sent Ji Lin a message while Song Yunan was pouring water: 【That preserved fruit Yunan likes to eat very much. 】

Ji Lin gained confidence, and made a phone call to Zhu Fei, asking him to hand over the address of his hometown and the address of the candied fruit stall, which scared Zhu Fei into thinking that something had happened again.

Hanging up the phone, Zhu Fei lay back on Ning Que's lap. They just returned to Ningcheng yesterday, and they were basking in the sun on the balcony. Zhu Fei squinted his eyes comfortably, and said casually: "I was not optimistic about Mr. Song and Ji Total, but I didn't expect them to have such a good relationship."

The sun shone on Zhu Fei's face, and a circle of light fluff on the side of his face was clearly visible. Ning Que couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed it, and asked, "Why?"

"You don't know how scary Mr. Song was at first!" Zhu Fei's tone was full of fear.

Ning Que thought, why don't I know?I know very well that Song Yunan's methods, especially the use of knives, should not be too straightforward, but I won't tell Zhu Fei about these things.

When Ji Lin got home at night, Song Yunan had already returned. He was in the bedroom. The aunt came up and whispered to Ji Lin, "Mr. Song didn't eat a few bites at night, but he drank more bone soup."

Ji Lin was overjoyed: "Really?"

It is estimated that the preserved fruit was full when we were in the antique shop, and Song Yunan usually does not like to drink bone soup, and always feels that it has a strong smell. Drinking more today means that the preserved fruit is appetizing. Ji Lin made up his mind that before Song Yunan is not tired of eating, Always have it at home.

Then as soon as Ji Lin pushed open the bedroom door, a pungent spicy smell rushed up, and he almost couldn't smoke it out.

Ji Lin never dreamed that Song Yun'an would eat spicy strips!

At that time, Song Yunan was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, eating most of a pack of spicy strips, and his mouth was covered with peppers. Seeing Ji Lin coming in, he was a little dazed, and when he stopped eating the spicy strips, he just stared at Ji Lin in a daze.

Ji Lin stepped forward in three or two steps, grabbed the package of spicy sticks and scanned them carefully in front of his eyes, his face suddenly sank, he didn't know which unknown workshop made it, did the monosodium glutamate put in handfuls?

"Who bought it for you?" Ji Lin asked.

Song Yun'an knew what he was worried about, and smiled slightly: "It's okay to eat once in a while." Although he only has one-third of his stomach left, he has been taken care of by Ji Lin all these years, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The corner of Ji Lin's mouth twitched, and after a while he asked, "Do you like it?"

"It's delicious, try it." Song Yun'an urged.

Ji Lin really took a sip, and his mouth was full of seasoning. When he was a child in school, he often saw children eating this kind of food, but what is Mr. Ji's identity?People are precious, and there are many things to do. The smell makes me want to go eight feet away. I really haven't touched it much. I never thought that 20 years later, I would open meat at Song Yunan's place.

Ji Rin ate the last few frowned, completely dispelling Song Yunan's thoughts, and then sternly forbade: "You are not allowed to touch these again, do you understand?"

Song Yunan was particularly accommodating to Ji Lin, and nodded: "Yeah."

Ji Lin pulled a tissue to wipe his mouth, and asked, "You haven't told me about yourself, who bought it for you?"

"No, isn't there a school near the antique shop? When Qingzhou and I locked the door today, we couldn't hold back when we saw those children with each other," Song Yunan explained.

Ji Lin let out a "poof" laugh, the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with pity, he hugged Song Yun'an tightly: "So you children have a heart, and you also bought it?" He couldn't even imagine that two fairy-like characters The scene of running to a food stall to buy spicy strips.

Unexpectedly, Song Yun'an's eyes were clear, but he still nodded: "Yeah."

This suddenly drew the anger in Mr. Ji's heart. He gently brushed away the hair sticking to Song Yunan's face, and leaned over to kiss him. Song Yunan slightly tilted his head, "I'll go wash my mouth, you don't like this taste?"

"I don't like it." Ji Lin pinched Song Yunan's chin, her love words were quite natural, obscene and tender: "But I like what you said."

"Well..." Song Yunan doesn't care how high-altitude the flower is in the eyes of others, and his wrist is cold, but as soon as he touches Ji Lin, he can immediately turn into a cloud, soft, and he is soon softened by Ji Lin's kiss, with all his weight They were all handed over to this person, and after that, Song Yunan swam in the vast sea, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Ji Lin took him to the bathroom to clean up, and when Song Yunan came out, he fell asleep completely. Ji Lin was still worried, soaked stomach medicine in the water, and fed him one mouthful after it melted. Then President Ji picked up the phone, "Report" to Mu Chen, so Mu Chen found two packs of spicy sticks in the bedside table beside Duan Qingzhou's sleeping side.

Song Yun'an just ate two bites, Duan Qingzhou's crime was one more, and he also stockpiled goods.

"Yun'an can't eat it, but you can eat it?" Mu Chen never touched this thing, and threw it into the trash can in front of Duan Qingzhou. The little bell sniffed around the trash can and sniffed. Mu Chen became more confident : "Look, even bells don't eat."

What else can Duan Qingzhou do?

"The rehabilitator will be here tomorrow." Mu Chen hugged Duan Qingzhou from behind, and said softly, "Show my Qingzhou, what if it can be better?"

Duan Qingzhou shook his head: "It's already very good."

"No." Mu Chen also shook his head. Duan Qingzhou is still young, and he can recover some of it. This disease cannot be cured. When he gets older, he will work very hard. Mu Chen feels distressed when he thinks about it.

The rehabilitation teacher is a middle-aged man, well-dressed, wearing a pair of glasses with gold frames, square, and a thin glasses chain hanging from the side of the ear. He doesn't look like a rehabilitation doctor, but a teacher and educator University professor, but after a few minutes, Mu Chen no longer doubted this person's professional quality.

The name of the rehabilitation practitioner was Chu Yang. He methodically checked Duan Qingzhou's left knee, and at the same time read through his past medical records.

"Yes." Chu Yang didn't talk nonsense, after confirming what he wanted to confirm, he got up and said to Mu Chen.

Mu Chen held his breath: "If the recovery is over, how much will it be back to normal?"

"Seventy percent." Chu Yang said sincerely: "It's already the upper limit. To be honest, your lover's leg has suffered such a serious injury. It is reasonable to say that there is no need for rehabilitation. This is the only situation I have ever seen in my life. If it recovers to [-]% and pays attention to keeping warm, at least the problem of leg pain in cold weather can be improved."

Mu Chen was very moved, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Chu Yang nodded: "You want to do it at home? Then I need some equipment."

Mu Chen immediately made a "please" gesture: "On the first floor, I bought a lot of equipment, please see what else is missing."

The rehabilitation room was prepared by Mu Chen half a month ago, and he bought everything that should be bought and what should not be bought. After Chu Yang read it: "..." Yes, it is more advanced than the hospital.