Chapter 117

There was a light sound of door lock opening at the door. They turned their heads together. He Xinyu came in with a log colored lunch box. When he saw the scene inside, he stepped in.

Yun Qianmo's hand is still on the corner of the quilt. His eyes skim over the lunch box in he Xinyu's hand. He instantly understands what's going on, and then he tucks in the stuffed quilt again.

"Well, I'm not cold!"

Luo Feiqi awkwardly pushes Yun Qianmo.

He Xinyu also reacts at this time. He approaches the bed with a light look and puts the lunch box on the bedside table on the other side. Looking at Luo Feiqi's eyes, he looks like he can drip water.

"I remember when you had a cold, you wanted to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge. After so many years, I don't know if your taste has changed."

Luo Feiqi's eyes floated a bit suddenly, thinking of what she looked like when she was in college. He Xinyu took her to the infirmary and asked what she wanted to eat.

Luo Feiqi, on the other hand, said that she wanted to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge without even thinking about it. He Xinyu, who was struggling, went a long way to a famous porridge shop to buy it for her.

"You remember that." Luo Feiqi looked at the lunch box with some nostalgia, and a smile rose on her face.

"Of course. Come on, have a taste. I don't know if this shop is to your taste." He Xinyu said, will open the lunch box, careful Sheng into a small bowl, and even ready to hand feed Luo Feiqi.

The fragrant glutinous preserved egg and lean meat porridge is close at hand. Luo Feiqi is preparing to drink it, and suddenly feels a chill behind him.

Turning his head, Yun Qianmo looks at Luo Feiqi and he Xinyu, and his whole body is filled with Sen Leng's anger.

Listening to them talking about the past that they don't know, he still looks very nostalgic. Yun Qianmo feels as if he has been soaked in vinegar, and his breath is sour.

"I'll do it myself. Thank you, Xinyu!" Luo Feiqi quickly takes the bowl from he Xinyu's hand. Yu Guang glances at Yun Qianmo's face. Seeing that it has finally eased a little, Luo Feiqi is relieved.

The smile on he Xinyu's face gently sits in the chair. Yun Qianmo sits on the other side, and Luo Feiqi is sandwiched between them.

Originally, it was a delicious dinner, but under the attack of their eyes, what Luo Feiqi drank was tasteless. They were cold and hot, but their eyes were fixed on Luo Feiqi when they were the same.

The atmosphere in the ward was awkward and weird for a while. Even the little nurse who came in to change the infusion bottle didn't want to stay long. After finishing it with the fastest speed in his life, he went out in a flash.

"Well, why don't you go first? I can be here myself."

Because Luo Feiqi still has a fever, the doctor asked her to be hospitalized for observation today. But the atmosphere in the ward is really unbearable, Luo Feiqi had to be careful to propose.

"I won't go!"

"I won't go!"

The two men spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other, with an imperceptible undercurrent surging in their eyes.

"..." Luo Feiqi took a silent look at them, and roared silently from the bottom of his heart.

"Mr. He has a lot of people. I'll just be here with Feifei. You can go first!" Yun Qian looks at he Xinyu without expression, and his tone is cold and hard.

"Ha ha, Mr. Yun is joking." He Xinyu's gentle smile did not frighten him by Yun Qianmo's attitude. "My small magazine and Shengshi entertainment are not worth mentioning at all. General manager Yun is a busy man."

The most top magazine company in China is described as a small magazine by he Xinyu. Luo Feiqi turns a white eye in his heart. Isn't the real small magazine going to cry to death.

"Mr. He has a good tongue and deserves to be the leader of the paparazzi." Yun Qianmo made a rude counterattack.

CL Since he is a magazine company, there will naturally be a "paparazzi" position. Since he Xinyu is the boss of CL magazine, in other words, the head of paparazzi doesn't seem unreasonable.

Luo Feiqi shrank at the head of the bed and thought silently, almost clapping for Yun Qianmo's magical logical ability.

The smile on he Xinyu's face was a little stiff, and then it seemed that he suddenly thought of something. His eyes lit up, "the cloud manager is here, it's inevitable that he will not take good care of him. I'd better come!"

"How do you know I can't take care of you?" Yun Qianmo's face became colder and colder. The white plastic chair was made into a throne by him.

"Does that cloud always know that what Feifei wants most when she is sick is preserved egg and lean meat porridge?" He Xinyu is in no hurry and throws a big bomb.

Seeing that Yun Qianmo's face was black, he Xinyu was in a better mood. "Did President he take care of Feifei when he was sick? She's a patient and needs to be taken care ofYun Qianmo was silent, his slender fingers were beating rhythmically on his knees, and the breath of rage was raging in his heart. If it had not been for Luo Feiqi's illness, he would not have been so polite.

Luo Feiqi swallows his saliva nervously, and looks at Yun Qianmo's little action. He has an ominous premonition in his heart, which usually means that Yun Qianmo is really angry at this time.

"It's not because I'm too strong to take care of him. Blame me! It's all my fault Luo Feiqi quickly opens his mouth and gags.

Cloud Qian Mo looked at her, the momentum of the whole body changed, like a warm light on the ice in winter.

"Feifei, you are so humorous!" He Xinyu looks at Luo Feiqi with a smile.

See his eyes, cloud modest Mo is a Lin again, just press down of anger roll soil again.

"I'll go out and make a phone call." Cloud Qian Mo looks at Luo Feiqi, the tone can't listen to breath anger.

Luo Feiqi nodded quickly. No matter who they are, go out quickly. This kind of atmosphere is really terrible, which is not conducive to the cultivation of patients.

Yun Qian Mo stood at the corner of the corridor, looking out at the black night scene outside the window, and gently opening the thin lips. "He Zong seems to be a bit too busy recently to find something for him."

"Yes." At the other end of the phone, he felt a shiver in his heart. He silently ordered a stick of incense for him. I don't know how he provoked the great devil.

Cloud Qian Mo coldly hung up the phone, the pace seems to be a little relaxed, again in the face of he Xinyu, the attitude is not as cold as just.

Although he Xinyu was a little strange, he didn't care about Yun Qianmo. He filled another bowl of porridge for Luo Feiqi. He didn't forget to blow it carefully to avoid scalding.

Cloud modest Mo coldly looking at him busy inside and out of the run, eyes with a bit of dim light. Arbitrary action is very fast, more than ten minutes later, he Xinyu's mobile phone rings.