When it was almost dawn, Lu Rongrong had only been asleep for an hour or two.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the shaking figure in front of me. When she opened her eyes, she saw An Bai carefully busy by the bedside.

It would be exactly seven o'clock in the morning, and he had a loving breakfast in his hand.

It may be raining heavily, and the thin sea in front of his forehead has been soaked by the rain, and even the white sweatshirt on his body has a lot of raindrops.

Seeing people wake up, An Bai smiled softly: "I thought you didn't wake up so soon, since you have woken up, it is better to eat breakfast first." ”

As he spoke, he took the breakfast apart and placed it on the table next to the bed.

Lu Rongrong didn't sleep well last night, and when she got up slowly, her face was a little haggard.

She looked at the four or five types of breakfast on the table, and her eyes were stunned.

Millet lean porridge sprinkled with a little chopped green onion, a bottle of milk and two eggs, two slices of fruit pizza, a steak with fragrant sauce, and finally a bowl of old black chicken soup.

Perhaps this is the richest and most loving breakfast Lu Rongrong has seen in ten years. For ten years, she has always made breakfast for Lu Chenchen, and sometimes it is too late, and the two of them will solve it casually outside, where will there be this breakfast this morning is formal and sweet.

Ambiguous.

The atrium seemed to be hit by a blunt object, and the emotion spread to her limbs, making her confused and want to cry.

Suddenly.

The sourness entered from the five holes, Lu Rongrong couldn't bear An Bai's dedication at all, and a tear faintly flashed in the corner of her eyes, and she was moved.

"It's raining outside, why don't you bring an umbrella when you go out to buy breakfast?" She tried her best not to show her emotions, and looked up at An Baidao, who was wet all over.

"It's okay, it's raining lightly outside." An Bai replied, and then made a hint with his eyes and continued: "Hurry up and eat, otherwise breakfast will be cold for a while." ”

"How did you buy so much breakfast, where can I finish it, have you eaten?" Lu Rongrong furrowed his brows, feeling a little wasteful.

"You weren't awake when you went out, and I didn't know what breakfast you liked to eat, so I picked a few more, you can watch and eat, I've already eaten outside." He put his hands in his trouser pockets and showed the style of a big boy to the fullest.

The more Lu Rongrong looked at it, the more moved she became, and she looked at the breakfast in a daze but didn't know how to start.

I was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't hold back and started crying for a while.

In fact, Lu Rongrong was really moved, last night she felt that An Bai was too young to be a qualified boyfriend at all. However, this morning's love breakfast, in her opinion, whether it is to be attentive or to give her a routine, it shows that An Bai is a good person, at least he knows how to care about people.

Aunt said.

A man who knows how to care about people is not far behind. Moreover, he has an angelic face, and he must not be a scumbag in the future.

The more I thought about Lu Rongrong, the more I cried.

Because in the past ten years, except for her aunt who has been good to her, the other relatives are afraid that she no longer exists, and An Bai is the first outsider to treat her well.

Seeing Lu Rongrong crying suddenly, An Bai was at a loss, and he hurriedly squatted down in front of the hospital bed.

"Why are you crying?" He touched Lu Rongrong's arms and asked, then looked at breakfast and continued, "Is breakfast unappetizing?" Or if you say what you like to eat, I'll buy it for you again. ”

This tone is like a way to coax a child, if Lu Rongrong doesn't like to eat, he will definitely buy what she likes to eat.

Lu Rongrong shook his head with red eyes, embarrassed and confused in his heart.

"It's not about breakfast." She replied with a choked throat.

"Then what are you crying about?" An Bai asked anxiously.

In the past, when girls cried, he felt very fake, but now that Lu Rongrong is crying in front of him, he has become like an ant on a hot pot, very anxious.

Maybe that's the difference between liking someone and not liking someone, as long as you have a heart for someone and think she/she is good at everything. Including her/his smile, every word, whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, it is good.