Chapter 237

"How do you feel so tired today?" In front of Ruan Mengmeng, Li Nanze has always been completely different from the outside world. He looks at Ruan Mengmeng who is paralyzed there as soon as he gets on the bus.

"There are some projects recently. Today's meeting just ended. I'm a little better. Li Lin was a little tired when I had contact with these things before. However, it's OK. Just have a rest."

Ruan Mengmeng is like a lazy cat. She leans lazily on her seat. She is really the most comfortable when she has nothing to do.

"That's good. Otherwise, I'll ask Wang Ma to come over at noon to deliver food to you. Your body is really not very good. It's just right to make up for it."

Li Nanze pinched Ruan Mengmeng's thin face, which was better than the bony face he met at the beginning, but it was not enough.

"No, it's too much trouble. It seems that I'm very hypocritical. I'll have a meal at noon. It's not bad in the company. I'll just drink more soup recently. "

Tang is the most helpful. Ruan Mengmeng also feels that she has been working hard recently. If she can't keep up with her health, she will suffer too much. Moreover, what Li Nanze said is basically unchangeable.

It's better to compromise on her own. If it's really for people to deliver food, I don't know what kind of gossip can spread. If it had been before, she wouldn't have cared so much.

However, after talking with Li Nanze's mother Su Yazhi last time, he paid great attention to these.

Although she does not have a deep background to help Li Nanze, she hopes that she will not give him any trouble. Warm ordinary hope can also have.

"That's good. I'll accompany you to save you from playing tricks and drinking well." Li Nanze has seen it before. Ruan Mengmeng's health is not good. How can he have children for him and accompany him in this life.

"I've forgotten if you don't say it, but you've had a stomachache several times. This time, we'll work together. I'll ask mother Wang to stew some for you

Ruan Mengmeng knows about Li Nanze's stomach problems. This kind of man who is usually addicted to his career has some physical problems more or less. The most common one is his stomach problems.

"This is not serious, is it?" If Li Nanze only drinks soup, it's no problem. If it nourishes the stomach, it must be more or less traditional Chinese medicine. Even if the stew is transparent and almost inaudible, Li Nanze is still very sensitive.

I feel a little tangled when I think of this. However, Ruan Mengmeng's concern for herself is very useful.

His mother will never think of this, only for her own goal to find themselves, from there, he got a handful of maternal love.

"I'll stew soup for you. You don't know. I used to stew soup for Xiaoda. At that time, life was pretty good, but later..."

Later, Ruan Da got sick. In order to get money, he thought of some extreme methods, but at that time, those were the best. Otherwise, where can she meet Li Nanze.

Seeing that Ruan Mengmeng's mood is a little low, Li Nanze rubs her soft hair and looks at her. She can't help rubbing it. The smile on the corner of her mouth also slowly rises.

As a child, Ruan Mengmeng was like a princess. When she grew up, although she became strong in appearance, she was actually the soft and cute girl at the beginning.

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Jiang family.

Jiang Xingchen recovered from a serious illness. After he had almost finished his training, he left the hospital and returned home.

Compared with the white depression of the hospital, home is more comfortable.

Xie Yunfang didn't go to work recently. She left the company's affairs to Jiang. She wanted to stay at home with her son.

"Chen Chen, how are you feeling today? Is it much better? " Xie Yunfang came in with a bowl of soup and a gentle smile.

Jiang Xingchen lying on the bed because the wound has not yet healed completely, so he can only keep this action. It's a little uncomfortable. Compared with the past, it's expected.

"Mom, it's much better. It doesn't hurt anymore. With an aunt at home, my mother doesn't need to cook a lot. "

Jiang Xingchen, who used to be Ruan Mengmeng when she first met, has become a thing of the past. Now she has a lot of flesh on her little face. It's really like a child.

Xie Yunfang didn't know how to cook in the beginning, but she wanted to do what she could for her son. Jiang Zhongguo accepted those failed products.

"It's different. The doctor said that you'd better drink more soup now. It's more nutritious in the soup. Just look at what you look like now."

Speaking of this, there is sour and astringent in my eyes, and then I was forced to suppress it. Where can I let him know that the child is here.

"Mom, when I'm ready, I'll eat your braised pork." Jiang Xingchen where can not see the mother's sad, can only change the topic, try to reduce the burden in the heart for the mother.

Braised pork is Jiang Xingchen's favorite food before. He was young, so he couldn't eat more. Later when he got sick, he couldn't eat more. In the long run, it has become a kind of persistence.

"Well, mom, this is not very good. If you have time, practice more. You won't be disappointed."In front of my son, with the vitality of his age, he was no longer as weak as before. Every time I see it, I feel more grateful for Ruan Meng Meng

"well, mom, I want to see sister Mengmeng, I haven't seen her for a long time..." the pathetic look is very distressing

JIANG Xingchen doesn't know why he is. If he had been in the past, he didn't believe that he would have such a good impression on a person when he met several times

it is estimated that after knowing his illness, he will not dislike himself, but will do his best to help himself, and his family did not stop him from knowing about bone marrow donation

"mom calls your sister Mengmeng to see when she has time. As you know, people at work are just like your father. They are always busy and confused

your cute sister is a girl. If she has a rest, she will have a good sleep. We should be considerate, OK

it was this sudden illness that made her more reluctant to part with the fragile and strong stars. It was the flesh that fell from her body. How could she not be distressed