Chapter 1537

Without saying a word, Zhuo ran took back his eyes and stopped looking at her.

Yu Fei bit her lips and felt uncomfortable. Later, he would be more distant from her and would not pay attention to her.

Yu Fei stood at the table and looked at Zhuo ran for a while, took a deep breath, slowly retreated, and turned to the kitchen door.

Behind him suddenly came the voice of Zhuo ran, "I know."

Yu Fei stopped and looked at him.

But Zhuo ran picked up the chopsticks on the table and began to eat porridge and small flower rolls.

"Do you have any pickles?"

Yu Fei's eyes were filled with tears, but her mouth was filled with a smile

He walked quickly to the refrigerator, put a small plate of pickles on the table and said, "you can eat some, but you can't eat more."

"Good."

"Although you have a fever now, you are still very weak, and you are not sure whether the fever will recur, so you'd better stay at home and rest instead of going to work today."

"At home -"

Zhuo ran stopped carrying pickles.

"I didn't mean that, just..." Yu Fei is depressed. She is the second youngest leader of the Mohist family and owns a lot of real estate. How can she describe her small courtyard as his family? It sounds like she is having a relationship with him.

"I'm not going anywhere today, just at home." Zhuo ran bowed his head and continued to eat porridge.

"Well."

Yu Fei breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't have any thoughts.

"Then I'll go out."

"To work?"

"It's a day off, no work."

Zhuoran is ill. Yu Fei doesn't trust zhuoran. She calls her assistant and arranges work. She doesn't go to the work room today and pays attention to zhuoran's condition at home.

Zhuo ran stopped talking.

Yu Fei leaves the kitchen.

Zhuo ran finished his breakfast and washed the dishes.

He went to the small stove and opened the lid of the pot. Half a pot of white water was rolling in the pot, and a bowl of soup was warming in the middle. The smell was exactly what he smelled in his room.

As if a drop of water dropped into his dead heart, "Ding" sound, splashed a circle of ripples.

Home -

Zhuo ran thought of what Yu Fei said and looked out of the window at the courtyard.

Small courtyard, not empty, people feel very warm.

Zhuo ran drinks the medicine in two mouthfuls and sees Xie Baoling coming out of the room with Xiao Han.

Xiaohan saw zhuoran and ran to him immediately, "Uncle zhuoran."

Zhuo ran stooped, "Xiao Han, is it good to eat in the morning?"

"Xiaohan has four rolls, one egg and a bowl of porridge." Xiao Han raises his chubby hand and counts it to Zhuo ran.

"Good boy." Zhuo ran lightly touched to touch small Han pangpangpang's small face.

Zhuoran's cold hasn't been completely cured. He's afraid of infecting Xiaohan. He stands up straight, retreats a little, and is not too close to Xiaohan.

"I heard you were ill. How are you feeling?" Xie Baoling saw zhuoran's face pale.

"Pretty good."

"The disease comes like a mountain and goes like a thread. You must take good care of yourself."

"Yes. Today is not Xiaohan's morning class. Why didn't he go? " It's supposed to be Xiaohan's morning class today, but it's past the departure time.

"I was going to go, but the neighbors said that Lao Yu's clinic had not been opened for a long time, and their problems were almost done, so they asked Lao Yu to dispense medicine for them. In addition to your illness, Lao Yu was not at ease and said he wanted to observe it, so he changed Xiaohan's morning teaching time to the afternoon. I'll give the medicine to the neighbors by the way this morning. "

"So it is."

Zhuo ran was adopted by Mohist school when he was very young, and his adoptive father was also very good to him.

But when he was a teenager, he began to work for Mohism. He spent a lot of time outside. He resisted everything he had, and rarely had the chance to be taken care of.

There is an unspeakable touch in my heart.

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