Chapter 731

"What's the matter with you? What happened?" Jiangmen language concerned about the people around, Fang Fang after listening to her words slightly a Leng, wry smile, said he has nothing. He would not believe it if it didn't look fake.

Fang Fang is upset, but he doesn't know who to talk to. Jiangmen dialect is the closest person to her now, although it may not be ridiculed to tell her these things. But after all, men and women are different, this kind of emotional things is not a good candidate for each other.

Since that day later, Fang Fang was asked by Xu Mo in silence. The man said to give himself another choice, but he didn't know how to choose. In recent days, they no longer serve each other actively, but have a tendency to run after seeing each other.

"You, you, I think you've made wonton stew. Can you make me another one?" After watching that person for a long time without any screening, Jiangmen language in order to repay the other party's consolation on that day, actively want to comfort him.

Fang Fang raised his head and gave each other a white look, obviously did not understand the meaning of the words. On the contrary, some vaguely want to complain about why the other party has to eat wonton when she is in a bad mood. It looks simple but complicated.

It's not like Fang Fang, who is cold but nice, but still listens to his wish to eat wonton. He gets up and is about to make a bowl for him, but he is held by the wrist by Jiangmen dialect. That person a grin, show eight teeth, a face person animal harmless say. "I'll do it with you!"

Looking at the chopping board, Fang Fang is completely speechless. She just shouldn't be confused by this person's so-called beauty, really let a person into the kitchen. Jiangmen language is another powerful language. A person can have the momentum of thousands of troops.

Of course, this sentence is not used to describe the other party's overwhelming momentum, but to describe the other party's destructive action in the kitchen is first-class. How can we pour hot water into the meat stuffing? Its name is stirring. Why is it mixed everywhere when mixing noodles.

"Go to one side and stand still!" Fang Fang was very depressed. It was really good to let the man feel that he was in charge of the situation again. Compared with that man, his current state really makes people feel very good, and his subordinates are gradually getting wind.

Seeing that the man's action is gradually flowing, and his mood is also a little bit better, Jiangmen language nods and smiles. It's muggy in the kitchen. The sweat on my face comes down. I don't care much about it. I make a big face.

"Ha ha, what are you doing?" When he cooked the wonton in the pot, Fang Fang looked back and saw such a scene. She laughed and handed over her handkerchief, then pointed out the place of Qingshui to Jiangmen dialect.

Jiangmen voice quickly sorted himself out, and then came back to return the handkerchief to the other side. "Well, I'm in a much better mood." When Fang Fang, who was smiling, heard this, he moved his hand slightly, and put his handkerchief into his arms slowly.

"I don't know what happened, but the only thing I can tell you. You have something you're good at. You don't care After listening to Jiangmen language, Fang Fang's mind moved slightly. It turned out that his own affairs were all seen through by money.

A little understanding of each other's meaning, everyone has what everyone is good at, life will always find his own track. Fang Fang didn't do the things that he told us. He was good at doing them well.

It doesn't matter whether it's faster or slower than others to find your own rhythm. Fang Fang suddenly understood what Xu Mo and himself were saying.

"Oh, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Behind the stove in the flame licking the bottom of the pot is hot, Fang Fang gently smile turned to look at the pot. Sure enough, the pot opened, steaming, Fang Fang seemed not afraid of heat.

Jiangmen dialect knew that she was covering the tears in her eyes in this way, so she didn't say anything. He sincerely hopes that the person in front of him is good, no matter who is with his friends or not. She is a good girl and deserves to be happy.

Qian Sangsang is lying on the bed tossing and turning, but tonight's Han Mo seems to be not quite right. I don't talk to him these days just to teach him a lesson, but when I face the wounded, I still have to eat and take care of them as usual.

Usually Han Mo looks at his face, will eat clean, today is not. A bowl of rice left more than half of the bowl, dishes are Han Mo love to eat, there is nothing he does not like, so can not eat.

His spirit is also very bad, when he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he had been sitting quietly with his head down. At night is not wrapped around his side, embarrassed to talk about some useless words, but early off the light on the rest.

It's really suspicious. Qian Sangming is tired of taking care of a patient every day, but he can't sleep because of Han Mo's abnormal behavior. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a strange noise. At first, I thought it was my own illusion.

After fully awake, Qian Sangsang found that the sound came from Han Mo's room, as if it was the painful groan of that person. Qian Sangsang was so frightened that he rushed over. The closer he came, the stronger the voice he heard.The low and deep voice is the voice that Han Mo is suppressing his cough. Qian Sang Sang listened for a while outside the door, the voice did not stop, but more intense. Can't help but push the door in, see a scene let his whole person heartache unceasingly.

Han Mo's face is red. He buries himself in the quilt and coughs secretly. He tries not to make any noise. I'm afraid Qian Sangsang will worry when he hears it. Qian sang couldn't stand it. He walked over and patted the man twice across the quilt.

The person in the quilt immediately quieted down, like a child who has done something wrong, slowly emerged. What Qian Sangsang wanted to say was that he was choked back.

That person's eyes are red, looks hot, has no spirit. "Why are you here?" Han Mo a face confused, ask Qian Sangsang why will appear here. Qian Sangsang didn't glare at him. Fortunately, he asked why she came.

I'm a child. I don't know what's going on. Without paying attention to the other side, Qian Sangsang grabbed the man and helped him to the side of the bed. He went to check the other side's injury.

Sure enough, the wound is inflamed, and it's not light. Qian Sangsang looked at the slightly red and swollen wound and felt a trace of heartache. In front of this person will not be too cruel to himself, how he will not think about someone to feel sad for him.