Obviously, seeing Fang Qingming's face and feeling hurt because Song Xiangran didn't let him see it, Song Xiangran added a few words later.

The book reads: Brother Qingming, it's not that I don't show it to you, it's that I haven't finished writing it yet, so I don't want to show it to you.

Juanxiu's font looks particularly delicate and touching on the yellowed paper.

Fang Qingming didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he was enchanted, at this moment, he actually had the feeling of wanting to hug Song Xiangran, and rub her into his body and become a part of his body.

But soon, Fang Qingming realized that this kind of thinking was wrong, and there were even some perverts.

So Fang Qingming's ears turned red.

"I mean, the two of them just stood facing each other, staring at each other, not saying a word, not knowing what's wrong. Fang Qingming cleared his throat, took a stool, and sat down beside Song Xiangran's bed.

Song Xiangran looked at the door of the ward, the door was closed, and she couldn't see anything outside at all.

"Xiangran, you just woke up, are you hungry, do you have anything you want to eat?" Fang Qingming looked at the sky outside the window and found that the sun was about to set.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Qingming's stomach screamed.

Fang Qingming and Song Xiangran looked at each other and smiled.

After thinking about it, Song Xiangran picked up the pen and wrote on the paper: Brother Qingming, if you are hungry, go to eat, just bring me some by the way.

Fang Qingming nodded with a smile, and suddenly as if he remembered something, he raised his eyebrows at Song Xiangran and said, "I can't eat spicy, and the doctor said that you can't eat spicy either, so I can only bring you some light food by the way." "

In fact, just now, when the doctor said that he should pay attention to his diet and not eat greasy and irritating food, Song Xiangran's mood dropped to the freezing point, not to mention how sad he was.

Although Song Xiangran had expected the fact that she couldn't eat spicy food, she was still very uncomfortable when she heard it with her own ears again.

Last time, because of a fever, Song Xiangran ate a light meal for several days, and there seemed to be no taste in his mouth.

Seeing Song Xiangran's unhappy look, Fang Qingming hurriedly comforted: "Xiangran, don't be too sad, get through the past few days first, and when you get better, you can let go of your belly and eat." "

Song Xiangran nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, then I'll go buy something to eat, and I'll let Song Cha come in to accompany you." Fang Qingming smiled and touched Song Xiangran's head.

As soon as he opened the door, Fang Qingming and Song Cha looked at each other.

"Well, it's time for dinner now, Zhang Yu and I went to buy something to eat, do you have anything you want to eat?" Fang Qingming motioned for Zhang Yu to come over with his eyes.

Song Cha said without hesitation: "Spicy chicken." "

"Yo, so ruthless, eat spicy chicken in front of Song Xiangran. Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.

"You talk a lot. Song Cha glared at Zhang Yu angrily, "I can't eat spicy, are I jealous that I can eat spicy?"

Because he was poked in the sore spot by Song Cha's words, Zhang Yu was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"Who said I can't eat spicy anymore. Zhang Yu frowned, put his hand on Fang Qingming's shoulder, and pulled Fang Qingming outside, "Let's go, Qingming, let's eat crayfish." "

Hearing the crayfish, Fang Qingming trembled.

"What kind of crayfish do you eat, you kid want to kill me?" Fang Qingming glanced at Zhang Yu speechlessly.

In fact, there were nutritious meals in the hospital, but in view of Zhang Yu's strong opposition, Fang Qingming had to drive outside with Zhang Yu to buy food.

"Why can't I eat it in the hospital, the nutrition is balanced, and how cost-effective. Fang Qingming said to Zhang Yu next to him while driving the car.

Because he was too busy at work, Zhang Yu didn't have time to bring food from home and had to eat in the hospital. Over time, after eating the hospital meals for a while, Zhang Yu decided that no matter how busy and tired he was, he would either make it himself or go out to buy it.

"How good can the food in the cafeteria be?" Zhang Yu sighed and said.

"No, the food of our troops is very good. Fang Qingming shook his head, thinking that he had taken Song Xiangran to the army canteen twice to eat.

After all, compared with the food cooked by Song Xiangran, the army canteen is indeed many times better.

"That's the good food in your troops, and the canteen of our hospital can only be regarded as being able to feed us angels in white. Zhang Yu said helplessly.

Taking advantage of the traffic light, Fang Qingming hurriedly asked, "You are familiar with the vicinity of the hospital, which one do you go to?"

"Yo, you're still so picky?" Zhang Yu spent a lot of time supporting his head and looked at Fang Qingming.

Being looked at by Zhang Yu like this, Fang Qingming felt a little furious in his heart, and took out a free hand to pat Zhang Yu's face.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm embarrassed. Fang Qingming felt uncomfortable and moved his shoulders.

But the more unnatural Fang Qingming was, the more interesting Zhang Yu felt.

So, Zhang Yu leaned his head closer to Fang Qingming, wanting to see him as a bottomless pit.

"Yo, Young Master Fang, is there still a time when you are embarrassed?" Zhang Yu looked at Fang Qingming carefully, and said to Fang Qingming teasingly.

As soon as the green light turned on, Fang Qingming immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out quickly, and the strong gravity made Zhang Yu, who was sitting improperly, suddenly rush forward.

"Fang Qingming, you want to murder me!" Zhang Yu hurriedly grabbed the handle on the top of the car door, calmed down for a while, and scolded Fang Qingming.

I saw a triumphant smile on Fang Qingming's face, and said to Zhang Yu provocatively: "Yo, I can still be discovered by you, it seems that I failed to murder." "

Zhang Yu calmed down, sat there and thought about what happened carefully, and suddenly felt funny, so he laughed to himself.

"What are you laughing at?" Fang Qingming looked at Zhang Yu strangely.

"Laugh at you. Zhang Yu was still smiling to himself.

"What's wrong with me?" Fang Qingming asked puzzled.

"Laugh at you for not being honest. Zhang Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at Fang Qingming very seriously.

The carriage suddenly fell silent, Zhang Yu didn't feel embarrassed, he was waiting for Fang Qingming to give him an answer.

And Zhang Yu knew that Fang Qingming understood what he meant, and he would definitely give himself an answer.

encountered another traffic light, Fang Qingming had no chance to continue to be silent, so he had to turn his head and look at Zhang Yu helplessly: "What do you want to know, just say it." "

Zhang Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes and said: "Everyone says that you Fang Qingming has a good brain, I think everyone in love is a fool, that sentence is too right, you Fang Qingming has become a fool now." "

"It's so dignified, why are you scolding. Fang Qingming frowned and said.

"Do you like Song Xiangran?" Zhang Yu asked Fang Qingming directly.

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