Chapter 17: The Sheep and the Wolf

Gu Yan didn't speak, just looked down at An Haotian on the bed, looked at him in a hurry to explain, and didn't know how to be in a good mood, which was the price he paid for her just now.

Looking at her appearance, An Haotian's face sank, "Woman, count you ruthless." ”

Just now he caught a hint of a smile in her eyes, and he was actually given by her.

"An Haotian, do you know that you just looked very... Cute" Gu Yan sat down, leaned on the edge of the bed with his hand on the edge of the bed, and looked at An Haotian.

"Really? Why didn't I think" An Haotian was also laughing.

Gu Yan looked at him and knew that he might have touched his bottom line.

"Peel an apple for you—" she knew he was still a tiger. Although she is sick, her power is still undiminished, so she is still good at seeing the wind.

An Haotian looked at her peeling apples, lowered his head and could just see her eyelashes trembling, looking at his heart itching, as if he wanted to touch it.

The sun shines on her face, and you can see her beautiful complexion, and it seems that the fine fluff on her face can be seen clearly.

Leaning over slightly, he left a kiss on her face like a dragonfly.

Gu Yan's heart couldn't help but tremble, it was not for nothing to kiss them, but I just didn't know why the kiss just now seemed to be seared into her heart, crispy and soft.

I didn't dare to look up because I suddenly didn't know how to face it.

"Woman, the apples are all peeled," An Haotian was still a ruffian, as if the warmth just now was not coming from him.

Gu Yan looked up, the uneasiness in his eyes just now had disappeared, and he was just about to throw the apple to him when he discovered a problem.

How did she forget about this, An Haotian was wearing a plaster cast with one hand and was hanging a drip on his hand all the time, and he didn't have a third hand to pick up the apples at all.

"Ahh

There is no way that she took the initiative to cut the apples herself, and she fed them one by one with a knife.

An Haotian only felt that a certain thread in his heart seemed to be moving, who really cared about him since he was a child, and he had never had such warmth for many years.

Feeling that there was no sweet and sour feeling in his mouth, he looked at Gu Yan suspiciously.

"There is no more" Gu Yan threw the rest into the trash.

So fast? An Haotian thought to himself, and was just about to open his mouth when the door of another ward rang.

After Gu Yan went out, he only heard the sound of rustling.

By the time she came in, she had something extra in her hand.

Looking at the bag with a special sign, I knew that the porridge I wanted had been delivered.

Gu Yan opened the box, just lukewarm, and watched his two arms rise again with a sense of powerlessness.

An Haotian watched her pick up the porridge and opened her mouth very consciously, it felt good, really good.

Gu Yan looked at him like a child waiting to eat, and there was a hint of childlike expectation between his eyebrows.

"Hmm... Well, it's delicious..."An Haotian knew that what he was immersed in was not the food, but the feeling that it was hard to buy.

Gu Yan's stomach was also protesting, after all, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he had eaten a bowl of porridge.

"Full?" Gu Yan looked at him and asked with a satisfied look.

"It's full."

"That's good"

At first, An Haotian didn't quite understand the meaning of her words.

Watching Gu Yan take out all kinds of food from the box just now, there are porridge, vegetables, and of course, the aroma of meat.

"If there are fewer people, they don't give them away, so I asked for some." Gu Yan looked at the meal that had been set up by her, and it was very rich.

"Oh, you go to sleep, don't worry about me" As if for his sake, Gu Yan also pulled the quilt.

An Haotian smelled the aroma of the room and slept? How to sleep?

The red dates and wolfberries he said just now were just casually said, where did you know that she was called outside.

Full? He is a man, have you ever seen a man who eats enough with a bowl of porridge?

Remembering what she had just said, he was 100% sure that he had been tricked by now.

But she, a slightly clever sheep, could not fight a sick wolf.