It turned out that she was in such a hurry to go down the stairs in order to send him a phone.

Su Mingyuan glanced at Qiao Yue with a complicated look in his eyes, then took the phone and slid the answer button.

"Hey." Su Mingyuan's voice was a few degrees colder than usual, obviously angry at the person who called.

When Su Mingyuan answered the phone, his hand never let go, and he still maintained the posture of holding Qiao Yue, and his eyes always stayed on Qiao Yue's body.

Qiao Yue turned her head knowingly, avoiding hearing what was on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Meng only heard one word, and he couldn't help but start to get nervous.

Obviously, he also felt Su Mingyuan's unusual tone.

"Su, Mr. Su, I want to ask about the patient's condition, has the fever subsided." Dr. Meng asked cautiously.

"Retreated." Su Mingyuan only said two words, and then hung up the phone decisively.

It was not only Dr. Meng who was suddenly turned off the phone that was surprised, but also Qiao Yue, who was always leaning on Su Mingyuan's arms.

She heard it right, during the entire call, Su Mingyuan only said three words!

What kind of conversation was it, he ended it in just three words, and she risked her life to send him a call.

Qiao Yue subconsciously glanced at Su Mingyuan, and then quickly retracted her gaze.

I don't know if it's an illusion, she feels that Su Mingyuan's attitude doesn't seem to be as cold as just now.

Qiao Yue suddenly found that she was still snuggling up to Su Mingyuan's body.

By the time she realized this, her body had already reacted immediately, and she hurriedly wanted to retreat from Su Mingyuan's body and widen the distance between the two.

However, the hand that tightly wrapped around her waist obviously had no intention of letting go.

Qiao Yue subconsciously raised her head and looked at Su Mingyuan, her gaze met his dark and deep eyes unexpectedly.

Looking into her eyes, Su Mingyuan slowly lowered his head.

Qiao Yue's eyes widened wider and wider, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise.

Just when she snuggled up to Su Mingyuan and wanted to kiss her, and subconsciously closed her eyes, she heard Su Mingyuan's voice ringing in her ears.

"Be careful next time you go down the stairs, I don't want to share a bed with a disabled person." After speaking, Su Mingyuan let go of his hand and turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

Su Mingyuan's tone was not as cold as it was just now, and it seemed to have a hint of concern in it.

Qiao Yue looked at the tall and handsome back in a daze, hesitated for a long time, and still followed into the restaurant.

Breakfast was ready, ham, omelette, bread, plus warm coffee and milk.

The Western-style breakfast was obviously not prepared by Aunt Liu, and Qiao Yue didn't see Aunt Liu.

Su Mingyuan actually made his own breakfast at home, and also made her portion.

Qiao Yue looked at Su Mingyuan, who was sitting opposite, with some flattery.

Su Mingyuan was holding a knife and fork, cutting off a piece of ham, and sending it to his mouth with an elegant posture.

Sensing Qiao Yue's gaze, Su Mingyuan paused as he held the knife and fork, and his good-looking brows furrowed slightly, "Do you have flowers on my face?" ”

Qiao Yue immediately blushed, lowered her head, picked up the knife and fork that was placed aside, and began to cut the food on the plate.

Su Mingyuan didn't speak, and continued to eat breakfast, but his eyes stayed on Qiao Yue's body from time to time.

When Qiao Yue picked up the knife and fork, Su Mingyuan noticed that she was holding the fork in her left hand, and the tooth marks on it were still obvious, but the swelling had subsided.

On the back of the fair-skinned and slender hand, there are half-moon-shaped lilac marks, which look a little weird.

A trace of strangeness flashed in Su Mingyuan's heart, mixed with deep guilt.

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