"Oh." Xi Mochen took the soup and stirred it carefully with a spoon.

Su Qianhui stood beside him, trying to suppress the excitement of imminent success, and unconsciously sighed in his heart:

"This is especially. Things are especially. Things, eating a meal is more pleasing to the eye than others. ”

It's a pity that when Xi Mochen was about to drink a mouthful of soup, he suddenly put the bowl of soup on the bedside table.

Before she could persuade him, he directly accused him of being unprofessional: "Nurse Su, as a medical worker, don't you know that drinking soup immediately after a meal is not good for your stomach?" ”

"Huh? Ha? ”

Su Qianwei was stunned, what the other party said was reasonable, she had no reason to fight back, so she could only sneer: "Then you can drink it later." ”

However, after the meeting, Li Zeyan suddenly came to visit the patient.

Before he had eaten dinner, after seeing the soup on the bedside table, he smashed his mouth and reminded him with concern: "Cousin, if you don't drink this soup, it will be cold." ”

Su Qianhui looked at his salivating appearance of the soup, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Orange, you can rest assured, as Mr. Xi's special care, if the soup is cold, I will help Mr. Xi warm it up and give it to him to drink." ”

So, don't be a, even if the saliva is a river, it's not your share!

However, Xi Mochen didn't know how to be kind, and he spoke up: "Zeyan, I'm already full, if you don't mind, just help me drink." ”

"Don't mind, I'm happy to share it for my cousin."

Li Zeyan happily picked up the soup, and without waiting for Su Qianhui to stop him, he had already drunk it in a big gulp, and his mouth was full of admiration.

"Cousin, the Michelin chef you invited is really good, even better than those five-star hotels. Delicious and delicious! ”

"Oh, if it's good, drink more." Xi Mochen's tone was rare and considerate.

However, although he was talking to Li Zeyan, a pair of deep eyes were quietly looking at Su Qiandu.

I saw that the woman's eyes seemed to be calm, but the right hand hanging down by her side was unconsciously twisting the hem of the nurse's uniform.

When Su Qiandu's small movements stopped, his gaze moved away, and his eyes slowly settled.

……

Drunken dreams, in Lin Chen's office.

Qin Ziying had already confided in Lin Chen, and what she said was nothing more than how good she was to Xi Mochen, but Xi Mochen would always turn a blind eye.

She held the goblet and shook it gently, because she had drunk a few glasses of red wine before, her cheeks were a beautiful red, and her eyes were filled with a layer of pitiful moisture.

"Brother Lin, what do you think I should do? You know him best, you must know what I do best, right? ”

Lin Chen has heard similar questions several times, but of course his answer remains the same:

"You should know Mochen's character very well, no one can force him.

If he doesn't like it, that's not if he doesn't like it, and you don't have to hang yourself from a tree. ”

He is telling the truth, and of course, he does not deny that he has his own selfish intentions.

It can be said that how long Qin Ziying liked Xi Mochen, he liked Qin Ziying for as long as he liked.

However, perhaps because he was a few years older than them, Qin Ziying seemed to treat him as a big brother forever.

Of course, they don't just get along like brother and sister.

For example, at this time, Qin Ziying would take the initiative to climb his neck without Xi Mochen's comfort.

She tilted her head, pouted and said sweetly, "Are you kissing me?" ”

In such a situation, facing it for the first time, Lin Chen was still a little hesitant, after all, she liked her brother.

It's just that after thinking about it, she and Xi Mochen are not a couple, and he really likes him.