Qi Shu's voice was cold, without any warmth, and there were no previous emotions.

Zhen Mei'er lowered her eyes, still nervously stirring her fingers, but she quickly kept up with the other party's departure.

As soon as she walked out the door, she saw a white behemoth blocking the doorway.

Then came the roar of the tiger.

"Roar ......"

The white tiger smelled the scent of its master, but the door in front of it was plugged in from the inside, and it had no way to enter at all, so it could only go around the door.

As soon as Qi Shu and Zhen Mei'er walked out of the door, the white tiger saw the opportunity and rushed in quickly, and roared a few times when it came, showing that it was impatient to wait.

Zhen Meier was frightened when she saw the white tiger, and when the white tiger passed by, she stiffened her body even more, and she didn't dare to move.

"White-eyed wolf!"

Qi Shu was not frightened, he gritted his teeth and scolded in disgust.

This white tiger has not eaten or drunk much lately, but now that he knows that his master is here, he is in good spirits.

No matter what he said, he has been raising the other party for more than half a month, why don't you see the white tiger being attentive to him.

Qi Shu was a little unhappy, but his steps continued to move forward.

Back in his room, he went straight to the table and shelves where the bottles and cans were placed.

This is his own independent space, and all the drugs in the house, he can know their names and effects when he touches them with his eyes closed.

Zhen Mei'er stood at the door, smelling the strange smell of herbs in the house, and didn't dare to go in for a while.

Qi Shu fiddled with the messy bottles and cans in front of the table, checked the herbs at his fingertips, and jerked his head up to look for something in the room.

In the end, he set his eyes on Zhen Mei'er who was standing outside the door.

"What are you doing standing outside, don't come in yet!"

Zhen Meier gritted her teeth and stepped into the room.

"Bring the door shut."

Qi Shu spoke without raising his head, and his voice was very cold.

Zhen Meier's initial good impression of him has long since disappeared, this man has deep facial features and good looks, but he is a bad temper and has a somewhat poisonous mouth.

Zhen Meier exhaled deeply, turned around and closed the door.

……

Here, Song Yihuan and Chu Shuolan returned to the bedroom, and she sat on the soft collapse by the window, which was where Chu Shuolan was sitting before.

As for the stool she had been sitting on before, it had long since been put back in front of the table in the room.

Chu Shuolan sat in a wheelchair, looked at Song Yihuan and sat down, and said softly: "What are Huanhuan's preferences for eating on weekdays?" ”

Song Yihuan tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

Obviously, the other party said that she had something to say to her, could it be that she was asking these questions, if this was the case, she felt that it was a waste of mood.

Seeing her doubts, Chu Shuolan said with a smile: "It's not too early, stay for lunch, if you have any preferences, you can tell us in advance, I will tell the kitchen to prepare a few things you like to eat." ”

"Sweet and sour."

In terms of eating, Song Yihuan really likes sweet and sour meals.

Chu Shuolan turned his head when he heard this, and said to the person behind him: "Mingen, you go to the kitchen to see today's dishes, and let people make a few more sweet and sour dishes." ”

"Okay!"

Ming'en left very interestingly, leaving the indoor space to his son-in-law and the future young lady.

After Ming En left, Song Yihuan's beautiful and sweet face immediately showed a shocked look.

Her eyes widened as she watched Chu Shuolan slowly get up from his wheelchair.

When the boy was in a wheelchair, he was like a sick and weak boy, although his personable demeanor had an inexplicable attraction, but he could not hide that he was a terminally ill person.