Chapter 671

After going back to the study, I stepped on the chair, opened the book to the original page, looked for other books that I didn't often use, and turned three or four books to find a one hundred one.

Although Han uses money as a bookmark, it's not just a hundred yuan note.

50 yuan, 20 yuan.

He changed the one hundred yuan into this one, and then put the fifty yuan into the new one. After the two books were packed, he got down from the chair.

Put the chair where it was, and there was another dizziness.

Ji Rao held the table to relax.

After a while, he went out and took the medicine from the table. He lost the plastic bag and medicine box on the way. He poured the medicine out, put it in his pocket, screwed the rest on the lid, and put the rest in the bedside table.

According to his observation, Han Jinyan won't move the bedside table here, and it's very convenient. He can come and get it at any time.

If he stays like this, he will starve to death.

Ji Rao put everything away and went to the fridge to eat.

It's no use, but it's better than nothing.

Han Jinyan is in a hurry to go home as soon as he finishes class. He turns on the light at home and goes to the bedroom. He sees a ball protruding from the bed.

Ji Rao hears the sound of the door and gets up from the bed with sleepiness.

Han Jinyan went to Ji Rao's bed, half squatted down, holding Ji Rao's face in both hands, "did you sleep all afternoon?"

"Well."

"Why did you sleep so long?" Han Jinyan looked at his face with some worry, "where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Rao Ji shook her head. "I'm a little hungry."

"Hungry?" Han Jinyan immediately said, "I'll cook for you. What would you like to eat?"

Ji Rao said casually, "noodles."

"All right."

Han Jinyan put his head against Ji Rao's forehead, then gave him a kiss on the face, "then I'll cook."

When he turned to go out, Ji Rao in bed for two seconds, also followed.

Han Jinyan is cutting tomatoes, see Ji Rao out, turned to look at him, "right away."

"I want to drink water."

"I'll make it for you." Han Jinyan went to make a pot of water, and then continued to cut tomatoes, "wait, I came back to buy you a small cake, put it on the table, you can eat a little first, but don't eat too much, eat later."

"Good."

Ji Rao went out.

Han Jinyan finished the water, took the hot kettle out to give Ji Rao a cup, "slow down, hot."

Ji Rao nodded, "OK."

Han Jinyan looks at the cake in Ji Rao's hand and takes a small bite.

He touched Ji Rao's head and turned back to the kitchen.

When Han Jinyan left, Ji Rao turned one of the glasses upside down on the table, picked up the kettle with both hands and poured water into it.

At the end of the glass, he took the medicine out of his pocket and prepared to put it in.

Han Jinyan's voice came from behind.

"Rao Rao, would you like some sugar?"

Ji Rao shook her hand and touched the cup, which fell to the ground.

Pop.

It's falling apart.

"Forgive me!"

Ji Rao quickly put the medicine back into his pocket.

Han Jinyan ran over and put Ji Rao on the chair. "How about it? Did it splash there? Did it burn?"

When he saw that Ji Rao's ankle was wet, he lifted Ji Rao's clothes and saw that his ankle was already red. He was so distressed that he couldn't, "is it painful? Don't move. I'll get the medicine for you. "