Xue Qing'er, who had just walked out holding her hanging bottle against the wall, accidentally tripped over the foot of a woman next to her and almost fell down when she saw Jian Ange.

"Are you alright?"

He asked with concern.

"It's fine." She struggled to her feet, her cheeks flushed with shame.

The bright eyes blinked, and he looked a little dazed, and then reacted, and hurriedly supported one of her arms, carried the hanging bottle, and helped her back to the ward.

Xue Qing'er was helped to sit on the bed, her eyes staring at the dripping raindrops outside the window in a daze.

Jian Ange flipped the pages of the book in his hand and continued to look at his thick high math book.

From the fire to the present, what she is most looking forward to seeing is Li Chengbin's face, however, she didn't see him, as if he had disappeared from her world, replaced by another slightly unfamiliar face.

Thinking of this, she turned her head sideways and looked at Jian Ange, who was sitting there and reading quietly, he seemed to be a sage who didn't eat fireworks, completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Remembering that she had just let such an unfamiliar boy help her to go to the bathroom, her face turned red with shame again.

His appearance reminded her of a person, the one who had tutored her in various subjects, the one who was in the sun, riding her on a bicycle, the one who didn't care if she was hit by a motorcycle in a hurry to buy medicine after she had a fever, and the one who could always recommend herself in various ways, so that her mother couldn't help but praise him again and again.

Did he really not notice last night's fire?

Obviously, he was in the dressing room at that time, so close to her. Or, he was long gone, long gone, and she was left alone, quietly arranging her clothes.

"Is your head still dizzy?" Jian Ange stood up and asked.

"Well, it's better than just now!" Glancing at the fluid pouring into the back of her hand, she closed her eyes.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and an aunt walked in, wearing a purple blouse and loose black pants, with a chubby face and squinted eyes.

Next to her is an uncle, who has a mustache, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a high nose bridge, looking like a mature man on TV, very tasteful, but the clothes are more casual and look a little dirty.

"Son, why did you suddenly pay so much money, if it weren't for the fact that I received so many text messages for payment one after another, I don't know, are you sick?"

Li Ruping carefully pinched Jian Ange's shoulder, then gently slapped Jian Ange's chest a few times with her fist, and nodded affirmatively: "There is no problem at all, so what's going on with this list of medical expenses?" ”

In her hand, she held the bill of expenses she had just received from the nurse, and the payer clearly wrote on it: Jian Ange.

"It's mine, Auntie!" Xue Qing'er explained with a smile with a small white mouth.

Li Ruping has always been a thrifty person, she worked hard to make up for her son's tuition, at school, he asked Jian Ange to study hard and find more odd jobs to supplement his living expenses.

His son also listened to her, found a few part-time jobs, studied very hard, and often won awards, originally thought that in this way, let him graduate, he would definitely be able to find a stable and high-paying job, and repay her well in the future. But at the moment, it seems that where did this girl come from?

Apparently aware of the suspicion in his mother's eyes and the rising anger, Jane Ange took his mother's shoulders and wanted her to go outside to talk.

Li Ruping glared at Xue Qing'er on the bed: "Good and dignified, what kind of love do you kid talk about for me......"

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