Looking at Mo Lanshen, who closed his eyes and ignored him, Fang Yabo smiled bitterly, not too angry, just persuaded his wife to eat some food.

Moran Ember opened his eyes, glanced at Fang Yabo, and nodded.

Fang Yabo hurriedly adjusted the height of the hospital bed, and then picked up the lunch box.

Fang Yabo usually carries a gun and a knife, and he doesn't serve people much, let alone feed them. Fang Yabo could only spoon a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, blew it, and awkwardly stretched the spoon in front of Moran Ash.

Moran Ember took a deep look at Fang Ya Bo, opened his mouth and swallowed a spoonful of clear porridge.

Fang Ya's thin eyes were fixed on Moran Ember, and after making sure that Moran Ember had eaten it, he showed a childlike happy smile.

Moran Ember saw that her husband was so happy, and her mood was finally a little happier. The corners of the mouth are raised upwards in a very small arc.

In fact, she likes the two of them to get along like this, she knows that soldiers are waiting for orders at any time, so she doesn't expect Ya Bo to stay by her side all the time, she just hopes that he will come back and take a look when he is free, that's all.

She hasn't eaten the porridge that Ya Bo fed herself for a long time, and if her child is here, she will also like the porridge made by Ya Bo herself.

Moran Ember smiled gloomily, and her hand still couldn't help but touch her belly, as if to her, her little guy had not died.

Fang Yabo naturally took Mo Lan's small movements into his eyes, but he still pretended not to know anything, blowing spoonful after spoonful of porridge before putting it in Mo Lanyan's mouth.

Moran Ember was extremely cooperative, swallowing spoonful after spoonful of porridge, very well-behaved, in stark contrast to her original irritable and stubborn.

Fang Yabo was also slightly surprised, but the surprised expression on his face quickly fell.

"I'll go and throw away the lunch box first." After Fang Yabo fed the last spoonful of porridge, he got up and stood up, and with his other left hand, he picked up the peach-colored carnation that had been placed on the cabinet beside him, and left together.

Seeing Fang Yabo leave, the only smile on Moran's face dissipated, replaced by exhaustion, and closed his eyes and was silent.

"Moran Ash."

Moran Ash, who had just closed his eyes, heard this familiar sound of worry, his eyelids jumped, and he still closed his eyes, pretending not to hear anything.

"Don't hide it, I don't know you yet? Your eyelids are jumping, you're awake now, open your eyes. ”

The man didn't seem to leave, but sat silently beside her, observing her, paying attention to her every move, and even the detail of moving his eyelids was observed by the man.

"Chu Jiangmo, what are you doing here?" Knowing that she could no longer hide it, Moran Ember sighed, opened her eyes, and saw the man sitting next to her, his eyes staring at her.

His best friend, his childhood sweetheart, Chu Jiangmo.

It's just that the Chu Jiangmo I saw this time no longer had the slightly curly hair, but shaved it into a board inch.

The angular cheeks always give people a cold feeling. Those eyes, like stars in their mouths, will always be able to attract everyone's attention for the first time.

"I'm here to see you, and if you don't want to die, I won't stop you. But you have to give me the money in advance, so I can buy you a monument. Chu Jiang said expressionlessly, and those pupils were like a deep pool, all the emotions were buried at the bottom of the pool, and they would not be easily discovered.

At the bottom of these eyes that are like a secluded pool, a touch of affection is fleeting.