Chu Xiaoxi slept soundly, and vaguely heard someone's whispering.

She opened her sleepy eyes, opened them in a daze, and her vision gradually changed from blurry to clear.

Lu Zuoyu sat at the head of the bed and said softly to Xiao Xi: "There is breakfast on the table, hurry up and eat." ”

The elderly doctor also greeted Chu Xiaoxi: "The little girl woke you up?" I'm sorry. ”

The little nurse covered her mouth and smiled: "You are so kind." ”

Chu Xiaoxi sat up from the bed with a sigh, her little head looked left and right, and she found herself sleeping in the hospital bed of the great god.

Chu Xi rubbed her hair, she seemed to be too sleepy last night, so she fell asleep on the bed...

Then, I woke up.

As for how she ran to the hospital bed last night and occupied the patient's bed, Chu Xiaoxi couldn't remember it at all.

If she asked Lu Zuoyu, it was estimated that the black-bellied god would say some earth-shattering words.

The doctors and nurses were changing Lu Zuoyu's dressing, and the gauze on his back was removed, revealing a dark red depression that had scabbed over.

Lu Zuoyu tilted his head and said, "Xiaoxi, your sleeping position last night-"

Chu Xiaoxi didn't dare to listen to him continue, so she ran out of bed and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

By the time Xiaoxi came out, the great god had already sat calmly at the head of the bed and continued to use the computer.

In the early morning, the sun was faint, and the thin sunlight penetrated through the window, outlining the curvature of Lu Zuoyu's angular side face, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were like ink, and he was only wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, which was fresh and good-looking.

Beauty is always easy to attract people, especially Chu Xiaoxi, who has just gotten up, and her little head is still in a state of confusion.

Chu Xiaoxi was lying on the table drinking porridge, his eyes fell on him unconsciously, no matter how he looked, he couldn't see enough.

It's obviously an ordinary blue and white striped hospital gown, but he actually wears the feeling of being a model.

The hospital can take a picture of him and put it on the hospital billboard to ensure that it will attract a large number of gynecological patients.

Chu Xiaoxi drank porridge thoughtlessly while secretly continuing to look at Lu Zuoyu.

In the end, Comrade Chu Xiaoxi's actions became: take a sip of porridge, glance at the great god, take another sip, and take another look.

Lu Zuoyu finally raised his eyes faintly, his fingers fell on the computer cover, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Xiaoxi, don't look at it anymore." ”

He is a normal man, his sweetheart has been looking at him blatantly for a long time, and Lu Zuoyu's heart is throbbing with fiery feelings.

The spoon in Chu Xiaoxi's hand smashed back into the bowl, his ears turned red, and he didn't admit it at all: "I, I didn't look at it, I was observing the design and structure of the ward." ”

Lu Zuoyu put down the computer and walked towards Chu Xiaoxi with slender steps.

He sat down on the chair next to the small dining table, and Chu Xiaoxi sat next to him.

Chu Xiaoxi pulled a tissue to wipe her mouth, and muttered in a low voice: "Great God, you hurry back to bed to rest..."

As soon as the words fell, a warm breath spread over.

The corners of Xiao Xi's lips were slightly moist, and Lu Zuoyu gave her a delicate kiss on her lips.

The gentle and gentle kiss is the whispering between lovers.

Chu Xiaoxi blinked, stunned: ...

Dragonfly kissed the water, Lu Zuoyu quickly let go of her, and did not forget to rub her hair: "Xiaoxi, this is called beautiful and delicious." ”

She eats breakfast, he eats her.

There were three people standing at the door of the ward, and the old doctor in the middle cleared his throat and reminded: "It is not advisable to exercise vigorously. ”

Chu Xiaoxi raised her eyes, looked over the shoulders of the great god, and looked towards the door.

By the door, Ye Qingshui, the old doctor, and Zhang Meng stood in turn.

Ye Qingshui was wearing a pink dress, stunned at the door, and the mood in her beautiful eyes was unpredictable.

Zhang Meng was holding his little liver and was grief-stricken: "My dream..."