I kicked the male lead away

Su Yihe didn't answer her, his face was gloomy, he stepped on high heels, and every step he walked made a crisp sound against the tile floor.

So fierce that Fang Zhilan only dared to droop her eyes, not daring to meet her gaze.

Then she walked to the hospital bed, looked down at Fang Zhilan condescendingly.

The atmosphere in front of the bed became stagnant.

Lian Qing, as a small fan of Su Yihe, suddenly saw her appearing, her eyes were straightened, she hurriedly played by ear, and put down the half-cut apple in her hand: "I don't know why She Jiao hasn't completed the hospitalization procedures after so long. I gonna go see."

As he said that, he grabbed Wu Baixing again: "I don't know the way, so you go with me!"

"I don't know each other either." Wu Baixing stepped in without knowing, and wanted to stay with Fang Zhilan for a while longer.

However, Lian Qing was forcibly ripped away.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door of the room thoughtfully.

Su Yihe lowered his eyes, sat in Lian Qing's place, and picked up the half-cut apple: "Is the injury serious?"

"No...not heavy." Although she didn't look at her and spoke, Fang Zhilan felt that Su Yihe seemed to be taking the apple in his hand for her.

With slender and fair fingers, she peeled off the skin of the red apple little by little, revealing the tender and juicy flesh inside.

Fang Zhilan's throat swallowed unconsciously.

"Hungry?" Su Yihe happened to peel the apple in his hand, cut off a piece of flesh with a knife, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan was caught off guard and a piece of fruit was stuffed into her mouth, and she forgot to chew for a while.

It was Su Yihe who leaned over, wiped off the juice overflowing from the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Why did you accidentally make it like this?"

"Just..." Fang Zhilan thought for a while, then suddenly calmed down, her eyes were serious, "Susu, I think it might be because I really like him."

Otherwise, why would even the knife block for others?

Fang Zhilan didn't think she was a person with a spirit of sacrifice, the only explanation that made sense was that she liked Zhou Yingqing.

After figuring this out, Fang Zhilan no longer kept secrets.

After all, he is the film king, and there are thousands of girls who like him, so it's not ashamed to bow down to him under his suit pants.

With a "click", Su Yihe cut off another piece of flesh with a knife, and accidentally dropped it to the ground.

Fang Zhilan could clearly feel that there was an extra layer of chill on her body.

"It's okay, there are still a lot of apples here." Fang Zhilan thought she was annoyed because the apple fell to the ground, so she stretched out her hand without infusion, and patted her arm lightly to comfort her.

Then I felt that even her body seemed to be stiff.

"Susu?" Fang Zhilan couldn't help opening her eyes, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." Su Yihe shook his head, and the smile returned to his face, which had the effect of washing people's hearts like a clear spring.

She stretched out her hand, and naturally smoothed Fang Zhilan's hair from her temples to behind her ear: "Are you hungry?"

"Not too hungry." Fang Zhilan shook her head, then suddenly remembered something, "Susu, did you come here specifically to see me?"

Less than two or three hours had passed since she fainted, and Fang Zhilan noticed that she was still wearing the suit she wore at work.

His heart suddenly softened, as if he had been poked by something.

Fang Zhilan subconsciously stretched out her hand to hook her little finger that was still next to her ear, her eyes overflowed with water, and she blinked: "I'm hungry..."

The aura of Su Yihe's whole body seemed to slow down a bit, as if a sudden gust of wind passed by a calm lake, and was gradually caught in the gentle water waves.

Ringing the nurse's bell, waiting for the nurse to raise the bed, Su Yihe picked up the thermos cup placed beside the bed, opened the lid, and the smell of chicken porridge immediately wafted out.

The chicken is finely sliced ​​and almost invisible, and cooked in the porridge, it warms the stomach just by looking at it.

She scooped up a spoonful and exhaled gently to cool the chicken porridge.

The nurse quickly came over to adjust the bed, and Fang Zhilan sat up leaning on the pillow.

"It tastes good!" She smacked her tongue when she took the first mouthful of hot porridge, "There is already chicken, so there is no need to add MSG, but you can add some ginger to enhance the freshness. Ginger juice is the best."

Su Yihe remained expressionless, and continued to feed her porridge, blocking her chattering mouth.

Then at the third mouthful, she found that Fang Zhilan's mouth was closed and she was unwilling to open it, her red lips were drawn into a line, she was staring at herself blankly, there was a bit of innocent mist in her watery eyes.

"Don't eat?" Su Yihe asked.

"I'll eat." Fang Zhilan licked the corner of her lips, "You eat a little too."

"I'm not hungry." Su Yihe shook his head and subconsciously refused.

"I don't believe it." Fang Zhilan tilted her head.

She rushed here, but she was lying on the bed unable to move, and had to be taken care of, Fang Zhilan felt very sorry.

After finishing speaking, she lowered her voice pitifully: "There are so many bowls, I can't finish them all, Susu, please help me eat some~"

It looks like a kitten whining and chirping gently.

Su Yihe's eyes darkened a little, and he didn't agree or refuse, but took a spoonful of porridge and took a sip.

Then he fed Fang Zhilan another mouthful.

"One bite for you, one bite for me." Fang Zhilan muttered, "We are all good friends."

So, under her earnest eyes, after the two of them ate the chicken porridge with the same spoon, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was already dark.

Fang Zhilan yawned lazily, lying on the warm blanket, her eyelids began to twitch.

When Su Yihe put the insulation box back to its original position, turned around and came back, he found that she had closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Lifting the quilt up to the position of her chin that had become sharper due to filming, Su Yihe's eyes darkened a little when they touched the girl's fragile skin.

The slender index finger stretched out, and the fingertip touched her smooth and full forehead, along the bridge of the straight nose, and slid all the way to her delicate lips.

Fang Zhilan inexplicably felt her lips itchy in her dream, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue and licking it, and bit her teeth lightly on what she licked.

It was fragrant and a little soft. She couldn't help grinding it with the tip of her teeth, and then licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Su Yihe's breathing stagnated, and suddenly, some kind of emotion seemed to grow wildly in his heart, as if it was about to gush out.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

At this moment, the sound of pushing the door sounded.

Su Yihe turned his head subconsciously, and saw a tall man standing outside the door. Against the light in the corridor, his expression was difficult to distinguish, but his voice was a little hoarse: "Sorry, I just finished the transcript."

She withdrew her hand, narrowing her bright eyes slightly.

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By the time Fang Zhilan woke up in a daze, it was already midnight.

After sleeping for so long, she was a little thirsty, and was about to get up to get some water to drink, but found that someone seemed to be pressed on the quilt.

Looking down, it turned out that Su Yihe was sitting on the chair, but his upper body had already fallen asleep lying on the edge of the bed, his black hair spread out on the white sheet like a waterfall.

It seemed that she was extremely tired, even Fang Zhilan's actions could not disturb her.

Afraid of waking her up, Fang Zhilan didn't drink water at all, but couldn't fall asleep, so she could only stare at her in a daze.

Boringly, his fingers rolled up a roll of Su Yihe's long hair scattered on the bed, and twirled it to play with it.

Well, it's soft and slippery, like silk. I don't know what brand of shampoo she uses.

Fang Zhilan was playing, and her eyes fell on Su Yihe's face again.

The lights in the room have been turned off, but the city outside the window will never be dark even at night. Under the light, Su Yihe's face is as radiant as jade.

Still a bit pale.

Fang Zhilan must have been so exhausted from busying herself, Fang Zhilan felt guilty again.

So she whispered: "Susu...Susu..."

After calling twice in a row, Su Yihe was woken up.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" Even when she just woke up, her voice was calm and reserved.

"No." Fang Zhilan shook her head, "It's uncomfortable to lie on your stomach, come up and sleep with me."

Then she saw Su Yihe stared blankly in the dark.

"Come up quickly." Fang Zhilan stretched out her hand from under the bed to hold her, "Take a good rest."

"En." Su Yihe agreed in a deep voice, then took off his coat and lay down on the side of the bed.

Seeing this, Fang Zhilan rushed forward and divided the quilt on her body into half for her.

Then, she discovered a very important thing that she had neglected.

Because the wound was on the shoulder, all her clothes were cut by the doctor for the convenience of bandaging.

In the end, probably because the patient was not ashamed, he just wrapped gauze around his chest and tied it in a knot.

The two times I moved just now, the connection was loosened.

Because she neglected her proud capital, when she leaned over, the first thing she touched Su Yihe was a certain unspeakable part.

Feeling the tactile sensation of the cloth rubbing against the skin, Fang Zhilan froze.

Su Yihe also froze and moved a little to the side.

"It's okay." Afraid that she would fall off the bed, Fang Zhilan hurriedly put her wrist on Su Yihe's waist, and stuck to her tightly.

What's the matter?She couldn't eat herself, Fang Zhilan didn't take it to heart.

On the contrary, after putting Su Yihe on it, she felt soft, like hugging a real doll, and drowsily wanted to fall asleep again.

Su Yihe glanced sideways, and he could see the girl looking down her neck, taking in everything at a glance.

But she didn't realize it yet, after the soft body pressed herself against her, she closed her eyes naturally and fell asleep.

After settling his mind, Su Yihe closed his eyes, only to find that besides this, the fragrance of her hair and the smell of shower gel on her body were constantly flowing in the air beside her.

The sweet smell is like a juicy and attractive peach, which makes people want to take a bite.

There was still some baby fat on the young girl's immature face, and if her fingers touched it lightly, it seemed that she would sink into it.

Su Yihe leaned forward in a strange way, and took a light bite.

Tenderer than expected.

But it doesn't quench your thirst.

Instead, want people to suck more.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the deep swirls in her eyes.

Not enough, it's not enough.