In the wonderful fragrance, time seems to have begun to freeze, and everyone at the scene is staring directly at the thermos opened by Chang Zhaowen, as if he is opening Pandora's box - that ordinary thermos jar contains the extreme beauty that does not belong to the ordinary world, unimaginable sensual pleasure, and the unfathomable and fatal temptation behind it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The strong fragrance instinctively stimulates the secretion of saliva, in addition, this fragrance seems to have a wonderful power, containing an indescribable energy, so that everyone who smells the smell feels that their body seems to be a little warm, and the accumulated pressure also has a tendency to ease.

"What kind of soup are you in here?!" Zhang Yanlai's eyes were round, ridiculous, ridiculous! How could she feel that the whole person was different just because she smelled the smell of a bowl of soup? As a complete scient, it was too difficult to accept this kind of nonsense, but her body did feel this extraordinary power, and even a voice in her head kept shouting at what little reason she had left: Drink, drink a bowl!

Hint, yes, this should be a psychological suggestion! Zhang Yanlai bit her lip, the slight pain could keep her mind clear, and there was no more reasonable explanation than psychological suggestion.

"I told you from the beginning, this is chicken soup. Chang Zhaowen showed a calm and relaxed expression on his face, he held the small bowl of the thermos tank in one hand, and held the thermos jar with the other hand, raised it slightly, the tank was slightly tilted, and a little golden clear chicken soup bubbled out of the thermos jar, and it didn't take long for the small bowl to be filled with seven or eight points.

Fortunately, the water was not added when the soup was stewed, and this thermal insulation jar was not small, even if some were divided, it would not delay visiting Uncle Fan. Chang Zhaowen gently put the hot soup bowl in his hand under Zhou Qian's nose, "Can you pause for a moment, can you taste my chicken soup first?"

"Pause? Are you joking with me? Jumping off the building is not playing a game, where can I pause? Besides, I don't want my life anymore, how can I still be in the mood to want to drink your chicken soup?!" Zhou Qian's reaction was very intense, and she yelled loudly not to, but her body was very honest, and she didn't know when her head that was stuck in the window before retracted, and her hands were already tightly on Chang Zhaowen's hands, and she dragged the soup bowl from his hands.

"I'm drinking your soup now, it's not because I'm hungry, I just don't want to die, I want to be a starving ghost!" As if comforting herself, Zhou Qian's words never stopped. Although I have made up my mind to give up my life, I can't end up with a bad reputation for gluttony.

Clearly, her explanation was not convincing. The crowd of onlookers erupted in laughter: "What about committing suicide? Won't you find a bigger window if you really kill yourself?"

"I think this woman is just acting like this, she just wants to scare and scare her husband, crying, making trouble, and hanging herself!

"Hey, you're enough! This is the hospital, don't stimulate people anymore!" Zhang Yanlai couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded those who mocked him loudly, no matter whether Zhou Qian really wanted to commit suicide or not, she only knew that Zhou Qian was not a particularly strong person, in case she was stimulated by the onlookers, the consequences of doing anything too radical would be unimaginable.

Zhang Yanlai didn't think that Zhou Qian really gave up her plan to jump off the building in order to drink a mouthful of soup, most likely because she didn't think about seeking death, but now that someone else gave her a step down, she just took advantage of this step to go downhill.

Zhou Qian's hand holding the soup bowl trembled slightly, at this moment she turned a blind eye to the cynicism of the outside world, and now all her attention was focused on the bowl of clear soup in front of her.

There is not a trace of impurities in the transparent liquid, not even a star of oil, but this soup seems to have a powerful magic that makes people fully engaged, and the eyes can't take it off.

Zhou Qian's lips opened slightly, she didn't care about the heat, she swallowed the first bite of chicken soup directly, the rich and delicious taste flowed between her lips and teeth, and when she closed her eyes, the slight throbbing sensation really made her flutter.

As soon as the throat moved, the slightly hot clear soup went down the esophagus, quickly flowing through the esophagus and rushing into the stomach.

"Goo-dong!" The onlookers suddenly became quieter than ever, and the sunlight shone on Zhou Qian's face, and under the sunlight, her face appeared almost transparent, adding a sense of sacredness to her small act of drinking soup. There were many people in the audience who involuntarily followed Zhou Qian to swallow, but they swallowed the saliva secreted wildly in their mouths.

But it is also swallowing, Zhou Qian's feelings are completely different from others, she suffered an accident, a scar, and was abandoned, she felt that she was an outcast of fate, and hated the injustice of the sky for making her suffer so much pain and misfortune.

And at this moment, all that self-pity and sadness were swept away, and she felt that there was a powerful force that spread from her stomach to her heart—as long as she lived, good things would always happen.

From another point of view, she is not the worst now, at least her life has been preserved, even if her fiancé leaves her, what can this be, some people are destined to not be able to share hardships, so what is there to regret?

With her left hand gently pressed on her heart, Zhou Qian felt that her heart was beating more vigorously and energetically than ever before.

Life itself is a thing worth awe, why did I make a fool of myself for such a small setback?

The confusion and despair in Zhou Qian's eyes disappeared little by little, replaced by a determined and brave look.

This bowl of soup seemed to not only satisfy her appetite, but also liberate and complete her soul, allowing her to find herself.

"Thank you!" Zhou Qian drank all the soup in the soup bowl, bowed deeply to Chang Zhaowen, and respectfully handed the empty bowl back with both hands, she didn't know what to say, the hospital healed her physical injuries, but this bowl of chicken soup healed all her psychological pain, and there was not even a little scar.

Chang Zhaowen turned around in a chic manner, grabbed the soup can and rushed directly to the ward where Uncle Fan was, and the time for the visit was about to end.

Zhang Yanlai is confused, which one is this?!

The little nurse on the side obviously reacted first, and she grabbed Zhou Qian's hand: "It's a good thing that you were discharged from the hospital today, don't think about it anymore!"

"I can't think of it, why can't I think about it? Oh...... Because of that negative man!" Zhou Qian didn't react first, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her actions just now were ridiculous, "But I still earned it today, that chicken soup...... Great!"

Is this really just chicken soup? Those meat soups that are purines in addition to fat? Zhang Yanlai felt that his cognition had been completely subverted, and it turned out that chicken soup also had the effect of uplifting the mood of depressed people?

She suddenly remembered one of her teacher's research topics - the study of the psychological state of critically ill patients and effective intervention methods, could it be that drinking chicken soup is also a way to make people feel uplifted?