Chapter 483

Han Qing frowned and looked at the petite figure disappearing in his sight. He hadn't had time to respond.

Xiao Yan quickly ran upstairs and hid in his room, his heart beating with a bang.

What's going on? Han Qing actually came towards her, and if she was right, he should be staring at her lips.

Do you... Want to settle with her that she suddenly kissed him that day?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan quickly stretched out his hand to cover his chest, "what jump? Is it so disappointing?"

After thinking about it, she regretted that when Han Qinggang took the initiative to approach herself, why did she run? Should she take the opportunity to tease him again?

For example, another sneak attack and kiss him?

Good idea!

But... She wasted such a great opportunity.

Sobbing... Xiao Yan covered his cheek and ran with tears.

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hospital

When Han Muzi arrived at the hospital with a heat preservation bucket, it was more than an hour later.

When she entered the ward, yetingchen's originally dark eyes flashed a happy look, but it was soon replaced by ink. He sat there with a gloomy face and didn't say hello to her.

Han Muzi didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she put the heat preservation bucket on the table and opened the lid.

As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma of the food floated out, and soon filled the whole ward.

Yetingchen waited here for a long time. In addition, when he received her call, he rushed there without even eating. Now his stomach is empty, so when he smells the smell of food, his stomach seems to be restless.

He frowned slightly. This woman

Thinking of this, his throat moved, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Han Muzi put the porridge in a bowl. Considering his injury and inconvenience, he specially sent the food to him.

"Eat."

Night Tingchen didn't answer and stared at her unhappily.

Han Muzi picked her eyebrows: "why? Not hungry?"

"You said let me wait for you for an hour."

"Yes." Han Muzi nodded, "what's the problem?"

Night Tingchen didn't speak and stared at her tightly. A moment later, his tone began to complain.

"You're thirty minutes late."

Han Muzi: "... So? You don't eat because I'm late?" after that, Han Muzi shook the bowl in his hand.

Yetingchen: "coax me."

Han Muzi: "

Ye Tingchen: "I'm a patient."

"..." Han Muzi resisted the impulse to blow his dog's head, and a sneer came up at his red lips: "are you serious?"

"HMM." yetingchen nodded, then sat forward and breathed with her: "if I don't coax, I won't eat. If I don't eat, it's hard to heal the wound. This can be your injury. The doctor said that there will be scars in the future."

Han Muzi glanced at him. Did this man deliberately take advantage of his wound?

Obviously.

"And I have to have repair surgery. Do you have the heart to let me not eat?"

After listening to the speech, Han Mu sneered, then put the bowl in his hand on the next table and made a crisp sound.

"Like to eat or not, anyway, I'm not the one who starved to death."

After that, she got up and went to the heat preservation bucket and directly packed up the things and covered them. Then she made a meal. The rest of her eyes looked at yetingchen. The bastard actually lay back in bed. His back was still hurt!

Thinking of this, Han Muzi's face suddenly changed, turned and rushed back.

"What are you doing? Don't you know your back is hurt? Are you still lying?"

Night Tingchen lay there with a look of lovelessness on his face.

"No one cares about me anyway. It's better to die."

What's the child's tone? Han Muzi was stunned, and finally realized one thing, that is, yetingchen's temperament has really changed. He is now a shameless model to treat himself.

He was completely unaware of his identity as president of Yeshi and didn't care about his image at all.

How could... There be such a person?

Although Han Muzi was very angry, she had no choice but to think of the shocking injuries in her impression.

Yetingchen was really badly hurt and hurt by sulfuric acid. Don't think about the skin on his back in the future. He will certainly leave scars. And for ordinary people, he is estimated to have fallen down, but he still takes these wounds seriously with himself and wants to stay with him.

Forget it. Let's wait until he's well.

Finally, Han Muzi closed her eyes and tried to press down the other emotions in her heart. Finally, she opened her eyes and took the bowl on the table. "I beg you, yetingchen. Get up and eat. Your body is the most important. If your life is gone, you have nothing."

She began to talk about him like an old woman.

Night Tingchen's face changed slightly and his eyes looked at her.

"Are you kidding me?"

She nodded naturally, "isn't it?"

Night Tingchen micro recalled the pale corners of his lips: "no, I still don't want to eat."

Han Muzi was really out of temper. "What do you want?"

Night Tingchen raised his hand and pointed to the corner of his lips. That meaning was very obvious. Han Muzi's pupils shrank at a glance.

This shameless bastard.

"No way. I can coax you to eat, but there's nothing else. Yetingchen, if you don't want to eat, I'll pour out all the porridge I cooked by myself, and then call Xiao Su to take care of you. As for your injury, I'll bear all the medical expenses." after that, Han Muzi took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Xiao su.

As a result, the next second, yetingchen suddenly sat up from the bed and scared Han Muzi.

Before she could react, the wrist holding the mobile phone was caught by yetingchen.

"You just said that you made those things yourself?" the other night Tingchen didn't care. What he cared about was this.

Han Muzi saw that he sat up suddenly. This violent action would definitely pull the wound, so he forgot to call and went directly around his back to see his injury, but yetingchen still grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Answer me!"

"Yes, I made it myself, so do you eat it or not?"

"Eat." night Tingchen stared at her and stretched out his hands to her: "I was wrong just now. I'll eat now."

Han Muzi: "

She brought the bowl to him. "Eat quickly. It'll be cold later."

"Oh." yetingchen actually nodded obediently, and then took a bowl of porridge she cooked with her own hands. After taking a sip, he frowned in disgust: "why is it so light?"

"Otherwise? Are you hurt like this? Do you want to give you a gourmet feast?"

Ye Tingchen: "

Seeing the cold look in her eyes, yetingchen's mouth smoked: "no, this is very good."