Recently, the doctor changed the medicine for her, and although the taste is not as bad as before, the taste and appearance are not a few steps behind. The first time she smelled the freshly boiled Chinese medicine, there was still some good smell of plants and trees wafting in the medicinal smell, however, she regretted it when she took it.

"Well, there's a little cake for supper, I'll make it. Zheng Ran touched her head, turned around and went out.

Xia He looked at the small cake, and there was a pig's head on it, as if he was laughing at her.

She picked up the fork and endured it again and again, and the last fork poked the little pink pig in the head, and her nose was also poked by her.

After she couldn't see that it was the shape of an animal, she picked up the medicine, stirred it with a small spoon with difficulty, and put a rare bottle of honey next to the bowl, as long as Zheng Ran didn't speak, then it meant that you can add sugar casually.

Although she can do whatever she wants, she still grasps the measure, it is too sweet to enter the mouth, this is the first time she has come to adjust the taste of a bowl of soup by herself, although the soup that night is called medicinal soup, and it is not so delicious to drink.

I drank medicine while reading the manuscript, but I was a lot more energetic, and I drank it while changing it, and before I knew it, the unpalatable Chinese medicine bottomed out, and her manuscript was almost changed.

In fact, there are not many things to change, the author originally studied literature, and Xia He didn't have to worry about many words and sentences. The most important thing is that the story she wrote is quite attractive, although she said that she had already shed tears for those life and death, but in the end she still sniffled and ate the little pig cake.

When she woke up the next day, she found that her hair was stained with cream, and the worst thing was that Zheng Ran told her about it, and Fang Zeyu sat opposite her for about ten minutes, without saying a word, and refilling a cup of coffee.

"This Mr. Fang, I suspect you're targeting me!" Xia He pulled his hair and tried hard to pull the cream off his hair.

"This Miss Xia, I suspect that your mouth is on the top of your head, otherwise why would your hair be stained with those things. Fang Zeyu flipped the newspaper over. Fall in love with the literary network

"Either your eyes are on the soles of your feet, or why didn't you notice them when you brushed your teeth in the morning?"

Xia He was speechless for a while, because she got up in the morning and brushed her teeth with her eyes closed, so she didn't want Fang Zeyu to know about this kind of thing!

"I'm going to be late for work. Fang Zeyu raised his hand and tapped the watch on his wrist that was even brighter than Chang Qiming's ex-wife's diamond ring.

Xia He let go of his hair and was about to grab the bread on the table and bite it, but was hit on the back of his hand by Zheng Ran.

"Wash your hands. Zheng Ran peeled an egg.

Xia He ran to wash his hands, and by the way, he checked whether his hair was tidied up, and when he came back, he found that the egg that Zheng Ran had just peeled had run into Fang Zeyu's bowl.

"Not happy!" Xia He poured her eggs out of the bowl, then rolled around on the table, slapped it down, and her face wrinkled in pain.

"It's better to eat quickly than to be unhappy when you have time. Fang Zeyu drank half a glass of boiled water before he began to eat slowly.

That's right, Fang Zeyu sat at the dining table for more than ten minutes, just drank a cup of coffee, and then read the morning newspaper! Xia He bit off the egg that he had finally peeled three or two times, and then picked up Fang Zeyu's second cup of coffee and drank it.

Fang Zeyu drinks coffee every morning, and he generally doesn't drink the second cup, even if he refills it, he doesn't drink it, so it becomes Xia He's, and over time, it becomes a habit.