Feng brocade was teased by her for a few words. She couldn't hang her face. She gasped and turned her head and snorted softly.
His mouth still has the sweet and greasy aroma of milk tea, and the lazy voice of Huarong is talking slowly in the ward. Fengjin is lying on the hospital bed, looking at the sharp and gentle side face of Huarong, his heart is filled with a slight sweetness.
*
after living in a hospital in London for three months, Fengjin was finally allowed to leave the hospital.
Although he was almost good, his cheeks were still reduced a lot. His clothes were empty on the bed, and they didn't fit him any more.
Huarong didn't know what she was busy with. She called and said that she had already sent someone to deliver clothes to him. She would not come to pick it up in person.
To this point, Feng brocade in the heart is to have lost a dissatisfaction.
After all, he was hospitalized for three months, and today he was finally discharged from the hospital It's an important occasion, isn't it?
Although he can be said to be alive and kicking now, he doesn't need anyone to pick him up
He had already gone through the discharge procedures. In the single ward, Feng Jin was still wearing the blue and white clothes. The nurse had come in to tidy up his things. He stood in the sun in front of the open window.
Someone opened the door and came in. The unfamiliar footstep made him turn his head. Then he saw Yan Chuxi's elegant and cold face.
He carried a suit of men's clothing bag in his hand. He was so well dressed and polite that the little blonde nurse who made the bed couldn't help looking at him more secretly.
The boy was sent to Africa for several months. Huarong asked him to deliver clothes to him. Aren't you afraid that they fight in the ward?
Yan Chuxi put one hand in his pocket and put the clothing bag on his hand on the bed. His tone was very normal, but there was no change: "you change your clothes. The eldest lady asked me to come and pick you up."
Feng brocade looked at him, came over and tore the bag on the bed and took out the clothes inside.
The brand was not what he often wore. The label was not cut off. He took a look at Yan Chuxi: "did you buy it?"
Yan Chuxi laughed and said, "I don't know what brand you usually wear, so I bought one according to what I like. If you don't like it, just go back and exchange for something else. "
Maybe he took care of Huarong when he was young. He was very considerate in taking care of people.
Feng Jin did not say a word, holding clothes into the bathroom to change.
The clothes fit well, that is, the leg of trousers is broken, but you can't see it when you put on your shoes.
Yan Chuxi is waiting for him at the door.
Phoenix brocade hangs Mou to buckle golden cuff, open a cavity to ask a way: "where is Rong Rong?"
Yan Chuxi: "miss and Miss Lin went shopping."
“……” Feng brocade steps slightly a meal, choked by Yan Chuxi's words, a little inconceivable, "Lin Shuanger?"
Yan Chuxi's smile was even and steady. He said, "Miss Lin has a good relationship with the eldest lady."
“……” Yes, there are ghosts.
Women's friendship is really puzzling.
*
Yan Chuxi drives Huarong's car.
carriage, with the smell of perfume commonly used in flowers.
Like her temperament, it's very provocative.
Feng Jin looked out of the window for a while, then turned to Yan Chuxi and said, "that Sorry. "
Yan Chuxi looked at him in the rearview mirror: "hmm?"
"Getting you to Africa on business." Feng brocade looked out of the window again, tone light, "see you at that time is not too agreeable to the eye."