At noon the next day, Lin Miaomiao remembered Nanfeng's body, went to a restaurant outside the school after lunch to buy a bowl of millet porridge, and packed some fruits and snacks that Yu Munan bought for her yesterday in a bag, and walked towards the hospital.

After the self-study last night, Fang Ming came over to tell her that Nan Feng's health has not been good recently, and asked her to take care of her more.

It's just that when she came to Nanfeng's ward with millet porridge, she was told by the nurse that she was forcibly discharged from the hospital this morning.

Lin Miaomiao didn't have time to ask in detail, and rushed directly to Nanfeng's house on the outskirts of the city.

She must have been worried about her grandmother, so she was forced out of the hospital.

Coming to the dilapidated and old little bungalow, Lin Miaomiao saw Nanfeng's thin figure.

It didn't take long for her to feel that Nan Feng was thinner.

"Nanfeng!"

Nan Feng was lighting a fire outside the house, and when she heard her voice, she raised her head unconsciously, but there was a hint of coolness in her eyes when she looked at her.

Seeing that she glanced at Nanfeng, who lowered her head and continued to move, the smile on Lin Miaomiao's face stiffened slightly.

What's wrong with her?

Lin Miaomiao put the nylon mesh bag in her hand on the platform next to her, and sat down beside Nanfeng: "How is your health?" ”

Nan Feng replied coldly: "It's okay!" ”

But Lin Miaomiao could see that her body had become thin and her face was very pale, but her attitude towards herself was very cold.

Lin Miaomiao wondered in her heart, what happened to her?

"You...... Is there any misunderstanding about me? ”

Nan Feng sneered, and fanned the pu fan in his hand heavily: "You know what you are doing by yourself, do you still need me to ask?" ”

Lin Miaomiao became more and more puzzled: "What's wrong with me?" ”

Nan Feng was not a person who beat around the bush, and turned his head to glare at her: "You say! Where's the article I gave to Mr. Fang? ”

"Your article? I've handed over a teacher! ”

"But Mr. Fang told me yesterday that the manuscript he had helped me revise was gone!"

Lin Miaomiao frowned and looked at her, hesitating for a while: "Gone?" ”

Nan Feng glanced at her coldly and did not speak.

"You doubt I took it?" Lin Miaomiao laughed angrily.

"No one but you knows that my manuscript is with him!" Nan Feng was categorical, "Besides, what are other people doing with my manuscripts?" ”

"And what am I going to do with your manuscript?" Lin Miaomiao's face was a little ugly, and she couldn't help but stand up, "Could it be that you still think that I will take your short story to submit?" ”

Nan Feng sneered: "This is what you said yourself!" ”

Lin Miaomiao was angry: "You are too much! Am I going to do that? If I want to steal your manuscript, why should I help you contact Mr. Fang? I could have lied! ”

With that, she turned her head and strode away in the direction she had come.

Looking at Lin Miaomiao's figure leaving angrily, Nan Feng felt a little bad in her heart.

She didn't really mind where that little article went, but when Fang Ming was talking to her last night, he actually mentioned many times that he wanted her to learn writing skills from Lin Miaomiao......

In addition, some people have already started to rumor that Lin Miaomiao is seducing men everywhere in school, and even Fang Ming will not let it go......

Nanfeng's originally calm mood had a trace of waves because of Fang Ming's appearance, but because of his excessive appreciation of Lin Miaomiao, an extremely uncomfortable feeling appeared in her heart, so as soon as she saw Lin Miaomiao's graceful and beautiful figure, the jealousy in her heart rose brightly.

There was a voice of grandmother asking in the house, Nan Feng glanced at the nutritional products that Lin Miaomiao had just put on the cement table, resisted the urge to throw away those things, and took out the things one by one.

The millet porridge is served in an aluminum lunch box, and there is still residual warmth, and it still exudes a faint fragrance after opening.

Nan Feng's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and he slapped his head fiercely!

What the hell was she doing?