Yi Qinghan glanced at Mo Yan and felt that he was a little noisy, he raised his hand, waved it outside, and said, "Mo Yan, you go and cook me a bowl of sobering soup." ”

"Decanting soup? How to cook? Mo Yan looked confused.

Angelica smiled: "Is there tofu in the kitchen?" If you have one, just make some tofu soup. ”

Mo Yan hurriedly agreed, and when he was leaving, Yi Qinghan explained again: "Bring some more snacks." ”

"Okay."

After Mo Yan left, Yi Qinghan sat up from the low couch, looked at Angelica affectionately, and said, "Xiaodang, you came to see me?" ”

He was so happy in his heart, so late, Angelica actually came to see him, doesn't this mean that she has him in her heart?

Angelica helplessly spread his hands and said: "Your Moyan came to me in the middle of the night, saying that you are allergic to wine, allergies can be very mild or very serious, I think your allergy to wine is more serious, you should pay attention in the future, don't touch alcohol." ”

Yi Qinghan nodded obediently: "Okay, if you say you don't stick it, you won't touch it, I'll listen to you." ”

Probably because of his initial recovery after illness, his voice was a little low, and in his tone, there was a lingering gentleness of Jiangnan smoke and rain.

Angelica trembled when he heard it, this is an illusion! It must be an illusion!

How could Yi Qinghan speak to himself in such a gentle tone, it was like a lover's whisper.

Angelica was thinking nonsense, and Yi Qinghan suddenly beckoned to her: "Xiaodang, come here." ”

Angelica looked at him vigilantly, but did not go over immediately.

Seeing that she refused to come, Yi Qinghan frowned slightly, he reached out to cover his chest, and said, "Oh, I'...... I feel like my heart hurts a little bit again. ”

"Ah, it hurts again!" Angelica walked over in three steps and two steps, grabbed one of his hands, and put his fingers on his wrist.

"The pulse is normal!"

Angelica looked at his face and pupils again, and said, "Your face has also improved a lot, your heart hurts, it can't be that you have any injuries, right?" ”

Yi Qinghan rubbed two handfuls of his right hand in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's better now." ”

He looked at Angelica's hand on his pulse, his fingers were as slender as jade, and he looked at the ten fingers, which made people yearn for it.

Although Yi Qinghan wanted to hold her hand, the way of Confucius and Mencius, which he had learned since he was a child, made him dare not indulge himself, so as not to leave a bad impression on her.

Yi Qinghan looked at her, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "Xiaodang, I am sixteen years old this year. ”

"Huh? What is your birthday? ”

Angelica was slightly surprised and asked.

Yi Qinghan stretched out four fingers in his right hand and said, "At the beginning of August, I happened to be in Anjiang City to take the township test. ”

Angelica let out an "oh", looked at Yi Qinghan and said, "You tell me now, do you want me to make up for your birthday?" Don't worry, I don't know, forget it, now that I know, I will definitely make up for your birthday. ”

Yi Qinghan shook his head: "I told you, I didn't want you to make up for my birthday. ”

Now Angelica was surprised, he specially dragged a small bench over, sat next to Yi Qinghan's low couch, held his chin in both hands, and tilted his head to look at him: "Then what do you want to do?" ”

Yi Qinghan said: "At my age, I have already reached the age of saying kiss, so I want to ......"

When he said this, he paused, and a pair of eyes looked at Angelica with a burning gaze.

Angelica opened his mouth and let out a long "oh", "It turns out that you want to get married, do you want me to kiss you?" It's not right, you are in our Linping Town, you are the second generation of rich, and you are Xie Yuan, the girl who wants to marry you, the queue is lined up to the moat, do you still need me to tell you kiss? ”