Liang Luo looked at the familiar face in his memory, clean and dusty, much closer than the maturity of the elite style on weekdays.

Looking at his painful appearance, a heart of compassion was born somewhere in his heart.

Isn't that too much?

"Or... Don't you eat it, do you? ”

Lu Xingheng poured a mouthful of water and shook his head, if he doesn't use bitter meat tricks, how can the little girl believe in his sincerity, this can be regarded as a punishment for himself, how can he let a woman other than the little girl leave ambiguous traces on his body.

He closed his eyes and stuffed the balls into his mouth, the irritating spicy taste exploded in his mouth, and his scalp felt like it had been lifted.

The heat pierced through the intestines, and the sweat broke out all over the body.

Liang Luo couldn't bear to look at him, picked up a spinach from the hot hot pot, and as soon as he touched his lips, he felt a stinging sensation of being burned.

looked up at the dog man and found that he was eating happily, and the little girl's eyes were straight.

Do you want to fight like this?

His forehead began to sweat in large gulps, slowly sliding down his temples.

Liang Luo pulled a tissue and handed it to him, "Wow." ”

Lu Xingheng glanced at the white tissue with his spare eyes, ignored her, and took care of himself to eliminate the dishes in the bowl one by one.

Why is this still arrogant?

She got up slightly, stretched out her arm and brushed away the somewhat wet strands of hair on his forehead, wiping it a little.

Then he folded the tissue in half, and his fingers landed on the bridge of his nose with gentle force.

His mouth was already spicy crimson, and his taut jaw showed that he had been holding back.

Lu Xingheng raised his eyes, his hot gaze collided with the little girl, and Liang Luo sat down in embarrassment and threw the tissue aside.

"Are you okay?"

Nod!

Yes, of course!

If the little girl can always care so tenderly, it will be fine.

Besides, men can't say no!

So, Lu Xingheng started the next round.

His rounded fingertips began to redden, and his mouth made a 'hiss' sound, and Liang Luo's mouth began to be spicy when he listened.

"Don't eat it, Lu Xingheng, I forgive you."

The man's action of picking up vegetables paused, and he sniffed his nose pitifully.

"Liang Luo, I... Stomach aches..."

In fact, saying this sentence was already his last instinct, the tip of his tongue was numb, and he didn't know if his words were still in tune.

Liang Luo was stunned, and quickly got up and went to his side, only to see him pressing his stomach with one hand, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down from his forehead to his neck.

"You... Do you want to go to the hospital? ”

How did she forget, he has always had a bad stomach, is it a joke this time.

The little girl was momentarily at a loss.

"If you don't go to my house, I have medicine at home, no, I'll go to the hospital, no, I'll go buy medicine..."

Lu Xingheng grabbed her hand with one hand, and the warm touch calmed her down a little.

"Don't panic... Luoluo, ah... Hiss..."

"No, I'll take you to the hospital."

The little girl took his arm around him, and recalled the first time she saw him collapse in the study with a stomachache.

She shouldn't have been willful and took revenge on him with this bad idea, and her annoyed heart began to twitch and hurt.

...

In the hospital, the doctor was a handsome man in his thirties, dressed in spotless white, with smooth and flat shirt sleeves exposed at his wrists, and it was not difficult to see that this man was extremely delicate.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at a man and a woman with his fingers interlocked.

"Name?".

Liang Luo hurriedly interjected, "Lu Xingheng! ”