While Leng Bingxin was making breakfast, Fang Muran knocked on her door. She saw through the crack in the door that it was him, and refused to open the door.

"Open the door! Okay, okay! Let's get some food! I came to you when I was sick, and I didn't eat anything at all, and I was dying of hunger. Fang Muran looked pitiful outside the door, staging a bitter plan.

"If you go to the innkeeper to eat by yourself, isn't Mr. Fang very rich, won't he even have money for breakfast?"

"It's my first time here, and I'm afraid I won't get used to the local food."

"Then you're hungry, just right to lose weight."

"I'm not fat, I don't need to lose weight. I'm just in the right shape, right? You've seen it, and you know it best. Fang Muran was referring to the time at the hotel.

Hearing this, Leng Bingxin would not open the door for him even more, and said ruthlessly: "Then you starve to death." ”

Leng Bingxin ignored him, went back and continued to cook her meal, and there was a soup on it, and it tasted salty and light, and the taste was just right.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that the eggs and baked bread on the small table were gone, looking at the open window, Leng Bingxin could guess with his toes that it was Fang Muran's masterpiece.

"Bastard, you actually stole my breakfast. Fang Muran, you wait for me! A cold heart burning with rage opened the door and walked down the stairs.

Fang Muran, who was hiding under the bed, crawled out, licked the corners of his mouth, looked at Leng Bingxin's distant back, and hooked his lips and smiled. He closed the door and window and set to action. Find the bag and open the zipper to see what's inside. The smile gradually cooled on his face, all of which were painkillers, opened the notebook, read a few pages, the more he looked at his face, the darker he became, his hands trembled a little because of shock, advanced stomach cancer? Oh my God, is she really going to die?

Leng Bingxin went to Fang Muran's room, and when he found that no one had returned, he found that the door was locked, and he slapped the door and shouted, "Fang Muran, you open the door for me!" What are you doing in my room? Do you hear that? ”

Fang Muran was directly stupid, looking at the countdown written on her diary, there is still more than a month to go, is this the so-called red face and thin life? After realizing this, Fang Muran's heart began to ache faintly. After hearing the knock on the door, Fang Muran quickly put the things back in their place, looking at the big bowl of soup, he gulped and drank it, and then opened the door to let Leng Bingxin in.

"What the hell are you doing in my room? It can't be trying to steal something, is it? Leng Bingxin swept around his room with a vigilant face.

Fang Muran quickly covered his mood and returned to a hanging appearance: "I'm not interested in things, people, I want to steal it." ”

"Shut your mouth and go back to your house."

When Leng Bingxin saw his empty bowl, his anger broke out again: "You thief, spit out my breakfast." ”

Fang Muran deliberately vomited and disgusted her: "Quickly bring the bowl over and then return it to you." ”

"You madman. I don't want to see you, you let me go. Leng Bingxin gave him an eviction order.

"Don't be angry, I'll just make you a new meal. You know, I've never cooked with anyone, and you see how lucky and honored you are. ”

"You know how to cook?" Leng Bingxin looked at him in disbelief.

Fang Muran picked up the pot and looked back at her: "No, but I can learn for you." ”