Xia He saw that the curtain in the editing room was opened, and he also knew that Yao Man's guy was standing in front of the window, and he wanted to beat her, but he couldn't.

"He's a single man, what's so strange?"

Yao Man said this, but still picked up his mobile phone and edited Chang Qiming's address and sent it to her.

"You stupid head, you can't remember what I said, and I sent you a text message. ”

Xia He pinched the two shopping coupons given by Yao Man, thinking about buying something for Chang Qiming, whether he liked it or not, at least he thanked him for taking care of him for so long.

But she couldn't use Yao Man's gift, she pinched her ears with some distress.

By the way, didn't Xiao Zheng give pocket money in the morning, although she didn't want to use it, but it was an emergency to deal with it!

When she was standing in Chang Qiming's community sweating profusely, she watched the driver help her take down a bunch of things in the car, and wanted to find a piece of tofu and hit it.

The doorman's eldest brother didn't embarrass her much, and after Xia He accurately said Chang Qiming's unit building and house number, he put her in.

Not only that, Xia He also wittily borrowed a small cart and happily pushed a bunch of condolences to Chang Qiming.

"8 buildings...... Unit C, what's else?" Xia He stood in the garden, counting the tall buildings one by one.

The last time she came here at night, she didn't see the scenery on both sides of the road at all, and Chang Qiming, this guy, the community environment is so good, why do you go to the bar every day?

After "Room 2003 ......" got on the elevator, Xia He took out his mobile phone and read it for a while.

She found that since she coded words in the editing room, her memory went straight down, obviously she was still a child, how could this be!

When Xia He pushed a small cart and knocked on the door of Chang Qiming's house, he was blindfolded, who was this girl with a little yellow hat, wearing a "Sister Sen" style, and pushing a special cart for moving goods?

"Are you burnt up?" Xia He jumped up and waved his hand, and then pushed the cart into the door.

Chang Qiming: "......"

Xia He took off his hat, brushed his hair up, and then casually found a pair of shoes to change into, as if he had unlocked a spell, and stretched a big lazy waist comfortably.

"Why are you here?" Chang Qiming poured water for her, his hair was messy and messy, and he should have been sleeping just now.

Xia He found that his voice was indeed hoarse, and when he spoke, he was almost always angry. It seems that the illness is quite serious.

"Everyone, please ask me to offer your condolences. Xia He pushed Chang Qiming onto the sofa, then rolled up his sleeves and cleaned up the refrigerator inside and out.

"I bought you three days' worth of vegetables, fruits, vegetables, and meat. ”

Xia He knew that Chang Qiming had a hard time responding, but she still started to talk in a nagging voice: "The medicine I bought for you the day before yesterday was left on your desk, and I brought it for you." Remember to take your medicine on time and after meals. ”

"Eat more fruit, drink more water, eat less meat, and don't eat eggs. ”

Xia He pushed the cart into the corner, and then adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner up slightly: "Don't turn the air conditioner so low, turn on the air humidifier too, it will be more comfortable." ”

“……”

Chang Qiming opened his mouth several times, but he didn't interject once, and finally he could only give up and watch Xia He run back and forth.

What he didn't know was that what Xia He said was all she looked for over and over the Internet on the way here.