Fan Xuezhi gently rubbed He An'an's stomach and asked her, "What's going on?" ”

He Anan learned the matter from beginning to end, Fan Xuezhi's eyes were gloomy, and he scolded in a low voice: "Groove! Why didn't you kill her! ”

Fan Xuezhi's gaze fell on the bruise on her cheek, her eyes were red a little, and her face was gloomy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He An'an's stomach didn't hurt much, and he reached out to hold Fan Xuezhi's hand in the quilt: "What are you doing?" Not really, I'm fine. ”

Fan Xuezhi stopped rubbing the hand she was holding, pressed it on her stomach, and put the other hand on her chest quickly and accurately, a little joking, but also with a little punishment, he was complaining that He Anan didn't know how to protect himself, which made him feel distressed, and he was in a hurry, and he wanted to teach her a lesson, but he couldn't bear it, so he could only mean it a little bit.

A slap was squeezed, and the two of them trembled at the same time.

He An'an: "。。。。。。 ”

Fan Xuezhi raised his eyebrows and asked with his mouth: Inside? What about clothes?

He Anan threw a look out of his eyelids and scolded silently: Don't be crazy! I'm sick!

Fan Xuezhi's eyes were dark, and he squinted and stared: Do you still know that you are sick? Are they all sick, and they still say it's okay? What does it mean to be in trouble?

He An was relieved, and was pinched by him again, the feeling of a little pain and a little comfort made her unable to control a deep voice from her throat: "I just have a little stomach discomfort, and now it is much better, really." ”

As He Anan spoke, he noticed that Fan Xuezhi's fiery palm was carrying an electric current, and it gently slid on her.

Fan Xuezhi suddenly lifted the quilt and stretched out his head to take a look inside.

A faint cool breeze from the cracks? Blowing in the gap, He Anan gasped in shock, and the breeze gently swept her chest? Roll on that palm of hers? Hot, with electricity? Flow.

Fan Xuezhi stared at He An'an, close at hand? His bare body and his eyes were bubbling with faint flames.

Fan Xuezhi pressed the quilt back again, snorted lowly, and continued to rub He Anan's stomach honestly.

He Anan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jing, and saw that she was still asleep, so he was relieved.

He Anan buried half of his face in the quilt, looked at Fan Xuezhi's cool and handsome expression, and couldn't help but steal fun.

Fan Xuezhi glanced at her and glared: What are you laughing at!

He Anan threw his eyes at him: Suffocated, right? I'm like this, you can do it, it's very ruthless!

Fan Xuezhi scraped her tender belly with his fingers: Wait for you, see how I clean you up!

He Anan looked at Fan Xuezhi with a smile, Fan Xuezhi stared at her without blinking, as if he couldn't see enough, just looked at each other, and a warm current surged through his heart at the same time, and his eyes were full of sweetness and sweetness.

When the door of the ward was pushed open, Fan Xuezhi quickly pulled down the clothes He An'an had pulled up, pressed the quilt, turned his head, and saw that He Jianfang came back with a water bottle, and greeted him with a serious face: "Aunt Fang." ”

He Jianfang was stunned for a moment when he saw Fan Xuezhi: "Why did you come so early?" What about your grandmother? ”

Fan Xuezhi's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he was lying: "My grandmother is making soup at home, I'm afraid you won't eat in the morning, let me come over and deliver some first." ”

Fan Xuezhi handed over the bag he was carrying.

The ward where He Anan and Zhang Jing live is very good, the room is spacious and has two beds, sofas, tables and chairs, toilets are all indoors, and there is a big TV hanging on the wall.

When Mrs. Fan came over with a thermos bucket, Fan Xuezhi was next to He An'an's bed, listening to Zhang Jing talking to He An'an.

Zhang Jing's condition today is obviously much better than yesterday, but the wound is still painful, although there is a painkiller pump to follow, but after all, the anesthetic is not continuously injected into the body, and it will hurt badly during intervals.

Zhang Jing knew that He An'an was also sick, so she was so angry that she followed He An'an to complain about He Fangyao, and in front of her mother, she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only pick up the two complaints that she could say.

Fan Xuezhi silently sorted out the matter from her words and understood.

It turned out that Song Liang secretly called He Anan before, wanting to ask her to meet, but He Anan refused, so he used He Fangyao to trick people out.

He Fangyao will be ruthless to He An'an, but also because He An'an rejected Song Liang, she can't stand the blow.

Fan Xuezhi listened to Zhang Jing unconsciously help He Anan confirm that this person was indeed loyal, resolutely resisting external temptations, and the corners of his mouth could not be controlled.

He Anan took advantage of no one's attention to give him a look: Did you see it? How loyal I am to you!

Fan Xuezhi smiled toothily, and gave He Anan affirmation with his eyes: Good job! Keep it up!

The two are sneaky, sticky and quietly communicate their feelings behind people's backs, a look, an action, only the other party can understand it for the first time, and there is a tacit understanding between the two that others can't understand.

Mrs. Fan brought the boiled pigeon soup, and when she entered the ward, she learned that He An'an was also sick, so she hurriedly asked about the situation carefully, and divided half of the stewed soup to He An'an.

He Jianfang fed Zhang Jing with the soup, and Mrs. He took the bowl to feed He An'an.

He Anan hurriedly refused, feeling that he was much better and could sit up and eat by himself.

As soon as she moved, without waiting for Mrs. Fan to speak, Fan Xuezhi took a step forward and held her arm: "Don't move, I'll help you." ”

He Anan glanced at the old lady Fan who was watching from the side, and it was too late to stop it.

Fan Xuezhi stretched out his arms skillfully and hugged He An'an's neck, wrapped the person in the quilt and gently helped him up, and took the pillow to cushion He An'an's back with his hands and feet, and did not adjust the position.

After setting the pillow, he put his head in one hand and his waist in the other, lifted the person up, and leaned firmly on the pillow.

He An'an sat down, stretched out his hand to pick up the soup bowl, Fan Xuezhi was one step faster than her, took the bowl directly from his grandmother's hand, raised his legs and sat down on the edge of the bed, held a spoon to scoop the soup, and blew it to the front of He An'an's mouth: "Drink, it's not hot." ”

He Anan took a sip obediently, it was delicious, the soup was boiled milky white, and the fragrant taste was particularly good.

Mrs. Fan stood silently on the side, looking at her precious eldest grandson, serving He An'an diligently, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised an arc.

He Jianfang took advantage of Mrs. Fan's ability to help here, and went out to buy things at the supermarket downstairs of the hospital.

When the others went out, Mrs. Fan's eyes burst into laughter, pretending to be disgusted: "If you don't say that your son is too big to stay, I think my grandson will not be able to keep it。。。。。。 I just got up from bed this morning, and I didn't eat anything, so I rushed to the hospital。。。。。。 ”

He An'an's strong expression was about to break, and when she heard that Mrs. Fan had something to say, her tender and thin face was so red that she could pinch out the water.

Fan Xuezhi realized it later, and then he reacted, turned his head to look at his grandmother, and his wheat-colored handsome face immediately turned red.