Moran Ash lifted the quilt and stepped on the ground barefoot. The cold touch made Moran Ash shiver.

It's just that Moran Ember didn't care so much. Dragging his painful left foot, he walked step by step to the trash can, which still contained the lunch box that had just been thrown away by Chu Jiangmo.

Moran Ember carefully picked up the lunch box, thankfully there was no garbage in the trash can. When I opened the lid of the lunch box, I saw that it contained my favorite lean porridge, and I was even more sad.

Moran Ember bit his lower lip tightly, and his eyes were a little red.

Only her mother, he, remembered that this was her favorite porridge. She didn't even know Ya Bo, and she couldn't remember that lean porridge was her favorite.

Fang Ya is thin, Chu Jiangmo.

One is her beloved, and the other is her dearest. She didn't want to see any mistakes on the part of these two people, and she didn't want to question these two people and distrust them.

Jiang Mo is right, but she also has her own insistence. She couldn't let Jiang Mo get involved in this. If she really wanted to stand in a hostile position with the old man of the Fang family at that time, Jiang Mo should not be involved in it.

Besides, it's good to take this opportunity to cut off relations with Jiang Mo, and you don't have to let him be so heartfelt and good to himself.

I really can't do whatever I want by taking advantage of his goodness to myself.

That's fine, that's fine.

Moran Ember kept comforting himself, and only in this way could he make himself feel better.

Moran Ember slowly got up, picked up the lunch box and sat down on the ward again.

And Chu Jiangmo, who had already left after closing the door, quietly returned to the door of the ward at some point, watching Mo Lanyan pick up the lunch box he brought again, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a small arc.

It's just that when he saw Moran Ash's next move, the tenderness between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant, and there was even a trace of anger on his face.

Chu Jiangmo didn't care that he was peeking now, and rushed in directly, slanting a glance at his coat in the corner of the hospital bed.

Chu Jiangmo directly picked up the coat with his left hand, and with his right hand, he slammed over the lunch box in Mo Lanyan's hand.

The moment the porridge spilled out in the lunch box, Chu Jiangmo quickly covered the coat in his left hand on Mo Lanyan's thigh. The lean porridge was all sprinkled on the coat, and only a little bit of porridge splashed and fell around.

Mo Lan Ember only had time to raise his head and see Chu Jiangmo with an angry face, and then his left hand holding the porridge only felt empty, and there was a more humidity with temperature on his thigh.

"Chu ······"

"Moran Ash, are you crazy? What else do you pick up and eat what you throw in the trash? "Chu Jiangmo didn't expect Moran Ember to be so stupid!

Don't throw anything in the trash! If she wants to eat, he will make her another porridge!

Mo Lan Ember was yelled at by Chu Jiangmo, and the grievances just now and the grievances now made Mo Lan Ember almost red-eyed.

Seeing Mo Lanyan's aggrieved appearance, Chu Jiangmo's anger also dissipated a lot.

Chu Jiangmo had a cold face, picked up his coat with both hands, and didn't comfort Mo Lanyan, so he took it directly to the toilet, shook the porridge on the coat into the toilet, and then flushed it away, before picking up the dirty clothes and walking out of the toilet.

Seeing Mo Lanyan sitting there aggrieved, still holding chopsticks in his right hand, his heart softened, and the expression on his face softened.

"Wait, I'll help you boil one more."