"Cough." Ronan first drank too much, choked, coughed twice, then looked up and asked, "can't you eat anything now?"
She also has stomach trouble. She has to eat three meals a day on time, otherwise she will have stomachache. Unexpectedly, Fu Tingyuan, such a self disciplined person, has also made her own problems.
What kind of mess has he made of himself in these three years?
Thinking of his expensive and fastidious death, he had to eat French steak, organic vegetables, and no overnight food. Three meals a day were extremely punctual. I can't imagine that he would one day make his stomach bleed.
"Not bad." Fu Tingyuan said faintly, "you can have some porridge."
Ronan was angry at his poor appearance at first, and he could not bear to scold him again. She couldn't help reaching out and touching his face. She felt that she could touch the bone. She couldn't help but say, "can't you just drink porridge? Can't we have some meat? "
Fu Tingyuan looked up at her, his eyelashes curled up, with his own Eyeliner effect, beautiful like make-up, because his skin was pale, and even more so that his eyes were dark and deep, and his appearance looked innocent. "You can't eat it." He paused. "It's going to be half a month."
How pitiful it is to be.
Luonan also suffered from stomach bleeding at the beginning. Of course, he knew that during the convalescence period, he could only drink some congee to nourish his stomach. When he was discharged from hospital, he could not immediately eat a lot of fish and meat. He had to cultivate himself for a month or two. Luonan didn't know how serious Fu Tingyuan's stomach disease was. She used to drink by herself. How did he do it? Work, sleep and hunger?
If you think about it, you won't be popular.
"Are you going back to Tongcheng this afternoon?"
Fu Tingyuan looked at her and asked.
Ronan began to sip his lips: "well."
"I'm fine here." He said slowly, "doctors and nurses are very professional. You don't have to worry about me. You have your own business to do. Don't delay because of me
Luonan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Fu Tingyuan would drive her away.
She slightly opened her eyes, a little confused for a moment, after a while, she subconsciously asked: "wait, white snow Sheng will come to take care of you?"
"White snow Sheng?" Fu Tingyuan raised his eyes and looked at her, "why did you talk about her?"
Ronan initially took back his sight. "It's nothing I thought you had such a good relationship these three years that she would come to take care of you That's why we're driving her back.
"It has nothing to do with her." Fu Tingyuan leaned on the head of the bed, staring at her, and then said softly, "luonanchu, don't be too nice to me."
I'm afraid I'm used to you again, and I'll be reluctant to let you go.
Afraid to hurt you in the same way as before.
Breaking her wings and imprisoning her in a golden cage would naturally be very good. It would be perfect to get along with each other day and night.
“…… In the past three years, I have let myself get used to the days without you. You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine now. "
He didn't have to make himself miserable and let Ronan sympathize with him and stay.
He knew that what he needed was not a brief company.
It's terrible to lose after you get it. It's better not to get it at first.
He can't let himself continue to get used to her tenderness towards him. One day he will do something to hurt her again.
He didn't dare.
Ronan was stunned for a moment, then dropped his eyes and gave a lonely smile. His tone was light and unreasonable: "I'm not good for you That's good for who. "