Chapter 623

The man who opened the door was the guard handle.

When he saw the wish in front of the door, he was obviously stunned. Maybe he didn't expect her to come so soon, but after a short pause, Wei handle politely nodded and called Xu Dong.

Make a wish, nod gently and walk sideways into the apartment.

"Well, er Shao still has some fever. The infusion hasn't been effective for a few days. Er Shao doesn't want to lose any more. He also takes oral medicine... Anyway, Mr. Xu, try to persuade him."

"Get out of here!" Liao Jiangcheng's impatient voice sounded again, and an ashtray flew towards the guard handle.

The guard handle dodged away, sighed helplessly, took his coat and car key and left first.

Wishing took a pair of new slippers from the shoe cabinet, changed high heels, took off his coat, put down his bag, and then walked into the living room.

The smoke was heavy in the white foggy room.

The man leaning against the sofa, with his strong upper body bare, leaned back against the sofa pillow, took a cigarette in his mouth and swept her through the sight of the smoke. The left hand with the cigarette was obviously green.

It's all because of infusion and needle injection these days.

"Nothing." His slender and straight legs were thrown on the tea table, with company documents, laptops, coffee cups, many medicine boxes and ashtrays full of cigarette butts.

"Don't listen to Wei handle's nonsense. I'm in good health. I just have a cold. I'll be sharp in another day or two at most. Where are so many things?" Liao Jiangcheng hummed slowly and reached for the tinned beer on the tea table.

Wishing silently looked at him for a few seconds. Without saying anything, he turned and went into the kitchen.

"By the way, Yiyi, I've picked it up." Liao Jiangcheng was lying on the edge of the back of the sofa. A piece of soot fell on the back of his hand. He didn't hide, but his fingers flicked away. "I don't have time to take him to Qinwang island."

"My grandparents?" Wishing to roll up her sleeves, open the sliding door of the refrigerator and look at the empty interior, she frowned, "haven't you eaten these days?"

"... is it possible? It's all sent by the guard handle. I'm too lazy to do it alone."

Liao Jiangcheng is no more expensive than Zuo Zhan, but he has taken care of himself since childhood and has strong practical ability. If he is healthy and not busy at work, he can live alone.

He made a wish and didn't say anything. He took his cell phone and called Luoxin to send some ingredients.

She took advantage of this period to Amoy rice and cook some millet porridge.

When Luoxin brought the ingredients, Liao Jiangcheng leaned against the sofa and had to squint. Listening to the doorbell, he got up and looked at the boxes of seafood ingredients Luoxin moved in. He grabbed his hair.

"Grouper? What else?" Liao Jiangcheng remembers making a wish and likes to eat grouper, but her taste hasn't recovered. It's estimated that she can't burn well.

Rosin said one by one about the ingredients she had brought.

In fact, it happened that Ji Fang had been living in the imperial capital during this period. He had just ordered a batch of seafood to be sent to his grandparents. Luoxin ran to ask for some. There are a variety of kinds, which are rare in China.

After hearing this, Liao Jiangcheng got up and drank a beer to moisten his throat. "Come on, I'll do it."

Without refusing to make a wish, she put the remaining ingredients into the refrigerator one by one. After storing them, she talked with Luoxin again, and Luoxin left first.

Liao Jiangcheng cooks fast and is also an acute person. However, he has cooked four dishes in half an hour, and the remaining soup has to be boiled for a while. He doesn't want to wait, so he asks for a wish to eat.

Wishing to drive all night, she didn't eat anything in the morning. After sitting down, she felt really hungry. She bowed her head to eat. After pressing down the hunger in her stomach, she saw that Liao Jiangcheng had almost eaten. Then she raised her eyes and looked at him, "is it true?"

Liao Jiangcheng didn't notice at first, subconsciously "huh?" He made a noise and then seemed to react. He pulled his lips and smiled, "really."

"Why?" Make a wish to drink the last mouthful of porridge and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

Liao Jiangcheng handed her a paper towel. "What? Why? Why save you? Or why donate bone marrow?"

"Both."

He held his chin in one hand and squinted at her.

In the deep eyes, the complexity gradually converges, and the dark pupils are like a deep spring, hiding countless thoughts.

"If I want to make a fuss about this, I won't wait until now. The guard handle owes me and told you behind my back. I just said that I'm fine. What can a big man do if his resistance is low? He'll be raised over a period of time. Don't think about it." Liao Jiangcheng cleaned up the dishes and got up to send them to the kitchen.

The water splashed and the detergent washed away the oil.

Wishing to sit at the table, Wen Si didn't move.

The precipitated thoughts are tired into mountains at the bottom of her heart, which is difficult for her to solve and relax.

I don't know where to start. What she fears most is not that Liao Jiangcheng sits in front of her and talks about profits and money, nor does he repeat his old skills to take projects and talk about business. What she fears most... It seems like this. He always does nothing one by one. A word doesn't get in the way. The kindness that can save lives is hard to change. Does it mean that nothing is okay!

"I always forgot to ask you, do I cook well?" Liao Jiangcheng washed the dishes and put everything back in place. He threw away the dishcloth, washed his hands in the bathroom, and then came out to take a cigarette box and light a cigarette on the tea table.

Wishing to see him lean against the sofa and throw his two long legs on the table. She sighed, "it's delicious."

"Can you still have insomnia when you sleep at night recently?" He asked again that almost every sentence was connected, and the thinking beat too much.

Wishing slightly stunned, but still led by his ideas, he nodded gently, "I don't have much insomnia. The medicine prescribed by the old Chinese medicine you asked before is very effective."

Because of busy work all year round, all kinds of pressure, and some mental weakness in wishing, it is often difficult to sleep and feel shallow and uneasy. It has improved a lot recently.

Liao Jiangcheng nodded slightly, and his eyes were slightly happy.

Since you eat well and sleep well, then... Most of your life is devoted to eating and sleeping. If you can give consideration to both, it proves that she gets along well with him.

There is a little hope in the future.

Thinking so, Liao Jiangcheng swept away the haze and improved a lot.

"Will you always have nightmares?" He asked again.

After making a wish, he said, "it's OK. I have thoughts every day and dreams at night. I don't think nonsense during the day and there are no nightmares at night."

"That's all right."

"Let's not talk about that first, Jiangcheng, why would you want to donate bone marrow for me? This matter..." she hesitated to make a wish. To be exact, she was a little confused. She wanted to ask him directly what she wanted or what she wanted. If she could exchange it for equal value, she would feel more comfortable.

Once something is related to money, it is worthless and vulgar, but it is always better than human debt.

The reason why he didn't say so is that he made a wish in the wording and didn't want him to misunderstand anything.

Because from this moment on, they can no longer be described as ordinary friends. It can also be understood that if they make a wish and owe him a life, they can't speak and do things without consideration.

People, at least, should be grateful.

Vows must be made with a strong attitude and arrogance.

"You want to ask me what I want, don't you?" Liao Jiangcheng met her eyes and traced back to her inner feedback.

She bowed her head.

Liao Jiangcheng stopped talking.

He looked at her in silence. The deeper his sight, the more complex it became. Instead, he got up and walked around the table. He struck a match and lit the candlestick fragrance. The light fragrance spread to the room, which was soothing.

"If I want you, will you promise?"

Wishing suddenly stunned.

Liao Jiangcheng turned around and opened Feng's eyes and fell on her for a moment. His calm attitude and mellow tone brought invisible pressure, "marry me without contract or agreement. You can not have children. Just you and me, all your life, from now to death. Are you willing to agree?"