Chapter 383

Zhang Qingfeng is obviously reticent. Although he was still weak, and the sound of footsteps coming to him after the door was closed was very light, he heard it for the first time. Instead of asking questions, he turned his eyes slightly to look at the person - just a doctor or a nurse.

A touch of goose yellow appears a little light and soft under the cool light.

Zhang Qingfeng twisted his eyebrows. Wake up in this short two days to see is not white or pink, this goose yellow means strange, he almost subconsciously want to sit up with his hands on the bed, but the body is too heavy, ignoring his strong mental power, just stick on the soft sheet, only a little up a few millimeters, fell back. He breathed heavily with energy. The pain from the wound made his face pale, and he still hummed.

"You don't move."

As soon as Mei Xinrui turns around the screen, she sees the man struggling in vain on the bed. Some depressed thoughts in her heart are immediately thrown behind her, and she grabs the bedside and says softly: -- It's me

Zhang Qingfeng doesn't move any more. Intuition tells him that this good-looking woman has nothing to make him uncomfortable, seems to be a trustworthy object. He slowly repositioned himself in a comfortable position and closed his eyes slightly.

Mei Xinrui was cold eyed when she saw that the man didn't see him clearly. With a sigh of relief, she walked slowly to the bedside, put her lunch box on the bedside table and opened it to reveal the steaming porridge.

After holding back for a long time, the congee fragrance finally found a gap, rushed out with the heat, and occupied the original position of disinfectant taste in the air, and slowly attacked the seemingly indifferent people on the bed with satisfaction.

Finally, the last man with a strong will prostrated himself on the knees of Congxiang, slowly opened his eyes, moved his throat up and down in silence, and swallowed his saliva.

Mei Xinrui didn't realize that the porridge she brought had such a powerful "lethality". She just took out the spoon, awkwardly scooped out the porridge and put it in the big bowl. Then she put the small bowl with vegetables and egg soup on the edge of the big bowl and said, "have something to eat?"

Zhang Qingfeng looked aside and saw that the woman put delicious food only a few tens of centimeters away from her, but she didn't move next. The muscles on her tight face moved, and a sense of grievance was revealed from the pure male face.

Mei Xinrui stood for a while and saw that the man was just lying in the same place with his lips pursed. After thinking for a long time, she realized that she would shake the head of the man's bed and put the food on the small table in front of the man. She said softly, "come on."

Zhang Qingfeng moved his neck with difficulty. As soon as he reached the middle of his arm, the sound of the chair being moved came from the bedside. It belonged to the faint fragrance of women. It was easy to find a breakthrough from the smell of porridge. It reached his nose and made him feel a little stunned.

Two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a long time, and their eyes wrestled in the air. Finally, Zhang Qingfeng lowered his eyes and swallowed the hot porridge that the woman firmly gathered to her lips.

Mei Xinrui couldn't help laughing and slowly feeding the food to the man's dry lips.

After feeding food and then water, Zhang Qingfeng breathed out a hard breath, raised his palm slightly, covered his slightly arched stomach, and leaned on the pillow.

For Mei Xinrui, it's the first time she's ever served a meal in this way. Even for her grandfather, she asks the nurse to do it. She stands by and looks at the man and leans on the pillow when she sees that he's full of food and drink. Mei Xinrui's face looks like an old man. Mei Xinrui feels complicated. She puts the dishes on the bedside cupboard, frowns and rubs her sour arm.

"Thank you."

Mei Xinrui's mood suddenly turned cloudy and clear. She sat down by the bed again and watched the man open his eyes uncomfortably. After a long time, Mei Xinrui issued a vague question Is there anything else? "

With a sweet smile on her face that she didn't even notice for a moment, Mei Xinrui stroked her long hair and said in a soft voice, "it's OK. I just want to accompany you. Does the wound still hurt? "

The man's face wrinkled into an indescribable bitter gourd shape, seems to be thinking about something in distress, half a day to answer: "no pain." Then he shrunk his head under the quilt, trying to sleep with his eyes closed and ignore others.

Mei Xinrui is stunned.

She had thought that men would either accuse her, or change their attitude towards her, or at least talk to her - she was confident in her appearance. But the man's reaction is far beyond her expectation.

Suddenly a burst of sour in my heart.

Mei Xinrui can only think of one possibility: the man knows her past and dislikes her. He just can't move, so he doesn't refuse. After eating and drinking, he has no need to take care of himself.

She stood up abruptly. The pride in her chest, which had never risen for a long time, made her hot in the brain. She turned white and looked at the inexplicable man. She grabbed the satchel and was ready to leave.

No matter how Mei Xinrui was, she didn't want to be shameless to a man. Since the other side didn't mean it, why did she insult herself!She thought angrily that she had already arrived at the door of the ward. She reached for the door handle and pretended not to hear the man whispering: "hello..."

Hey, what are you feeding!

Despite the childish depression in her heart, Mei Xinrui opens the door with a look of indignation on her face. But when she looks at the eyes outside, she becomes surprised and curious.

"You said he Here... "

Mei Xinrui points her finger to her temple and asks the expressionless man with arms in front of her.

Seeing that the man nodded, Mei Xinrui's expression was clean for a moment, and her astonishment washed away the slightly sprouting throb like waves.

Unconsciously, she looked up, her eyes through the gap of the young men around the bed, and fell on Zhang Qingfeng's expressionless face.

Actually He's just a fool?!

"He's not a fool," said the man standing in front of her. He saw through what she was thinking at a glance and said impolitely, "he's my brother. If you mind, please don't show up again. There is only one woman in the world who can make him moved. It's just between her thoughts that she wants him to live and die. You... "

"I see." Mei Xinrui interrupts the man's whisper and straightens her skirt. The dull pain in her heart only appears for a second, and she presses it down.

How could she not know who that woman was

Funny that he thought that men help each other, seems to have a good feeling for himself, but he didn't know that he just treated everyone equally. Only when he was related to that woman, he had the impression of like and hate. He was just a funny stranger.