Su Qingjia has never heard Wen Jiming talk about his family, so he doesn't know much about the Wen family's parents, just based on the first impression, the Wen family's parents should be similar to her parents from a scholarly family, in the words of Su's mother, that is, the literati atmosphere is relatively strong.

It may also be for this reason that Su's mother chatted with the Wen family's parents very speculatively.

In fact, this was just Su Qingjia's speculation, because she saw her mother and Aunt Wen looking at her and Wen Jiming from time to time, and she really didn't have the courage to lean over and listen to what the three adults were talking about.

Ye Lanwei said one thing before she arrived at the hospital, and after coming to the hospital, she was cowardly, sitting on a stool some distance away from the hospital bed, looking at it from time to time, and finally even ran to Su's mother.

Leaving Su Qingjia alone to face Wen Jiming.

She put the lunch box on the bedside table and asked him, "You should have finished breakfast, right?"

There was a traffic jam on the road, and she came more than half an hour later than the originally scheduled time, guessing that Wen Jiming should have finished eating.

Wen Jiming glanced at the lunch box, said that he had eaten it, and then asked Su Qingjia, "What did you buy?"

"As you said yesterday, there are only a few of the small dumplings downstairs, thanks to your meal, otherwise you may not be able to eat enough. ”

"Don't think anyone eats as much as you do. ”

Su Qingjia: "......"

"Take it out. ”

"What?"

"I've bought everything, I've got to give you a face. Wen Jiming glanced at the lunch box, and it was a matter of course.

Su Qingjia cut off, took out the xiaolongbao in the top layer of the lunch box, put it on the medical table, and said in a mocking tone: "You still said that you don't eat much, don't you still have to eat again after breakfast?"

Wen Jiming retorted to Su Qingjia: "When did I say that I didn't eat much?"

"Didn't you just say you didn't eat as much as I did?"

"yes, that's what I said. Wen Jiming picked up a small steamed bun with chopsticks and took a bite, "Compared with you, I really don't eat much." ”

Su Qingjia: "......" spit out the buns that ate me!

She silently wanted to go and pack up the xiaolongbao again, but was stopped by Wen Jiming.

He gently grabbed her wrist, "Good, I'll definitely finish it for you." ”

If you want to eat, you can say that you want to eat, why do you say that it is for me to eat, cut, hypocritical man.

Su Qingjia withdrew his hand, but his face turned red again.

The interaction between the two was seen by the three parents, and Mother Su and Mother Wen glanced at each other and smiled.

The three parents left at about two o'clock in the afternoon, and they all had things to do, and seeing that Wen Jiming's injury was not too serious, he left two sentences and left.

Before Su's mother left, she specially called Su Qingjia out, asked her to stay here to take care of Wen Jiming, and told her to seize the opportunity.

Ye Lanwei saw that there were so many people, and in a blink of an eye, she was left alone here to make light bulbs, and she wanted to leave quickly.

Su Qingjia stopped people before she left, "Didn't you say that you wanted to find the Great God to learn scriptures, so far, you don't seem to have said a word to Wen Jiming." ”

Ye Lanwei turned her head and quietly glanced at Wen Jiming, shaking her head, "No, the aura of the great god is too powerful, you can only watch it from a distance and not play with it." ”

"Huh. Su Qingjiapi didn't smile.

Ye Lanwei was scared away by Su Qingjia's two hehes.

When Su Qingjia returned to the ward, Wen Jiming was leaning on the head of the bed like an uncle.

The apple was peeled by Su Qingjia, and the peeling was requested by Wen Jiming.

"Are you all gone?" Seeing Su Qingjia come back, Wen Jiming's gaze shifted from the laptop screen to Su Qingjia's face.

Su Qingjia nodded, walked to the side of the bed, leaned over to look at the manuscript in his notebook, Wen Jiming crooked the computer to prevent her from looking at it.

Su Qingjia understood, after all, a great writer still looks at the best of his works, but she still snorted lightly to show her disdain.

Glancing to the side, I saw the dough sculpture on the bedside table, my mood lit up, I turned my hand and picked up the nail clippers next to the dough sculpture, and I had nothing to do and began to trim my nails.

"Hey. Wen Jiming called her.

Su Qingjia raised his eyes and looked at him, "Don't say it, I know that the manuscript is inconvenient for outsiders to see." ”

Wen Jiming also said, "It's not ......"

Su Qingjia interrupted him again, "I understand you, I didn't really think much about it just now." "I just subconsciously leaned over there.

Wen Jiming said in one breath, "I want to say that the nail clippers in your hand were used by me to cut my toenails last night." ”

Su Qingjia: "...... "Whoever is full of food has nothing to do, put the nail clippers that cut their toenails on the bedside table in front of them.

But Wen Jiming was still smiling proudly, "It seems that you are really infatuated with me." ”

Su Qingjia: "......" phew.

She threw her nail clippers into Wen Jiming's arms with a black face, and ran to the bathroom without saying a word.

After the anger came out, he ignored Wen Jiming for more than two hours.

Wen Jiming also knew that he shouldn't provoke Su Qingjia at this time, and wrote about him honestly.

When it was almost time to eat, Wen Jiming closed the computer and spoke again: "It's time to eat." ”

Su Qingjia is also a person with a small temper, she doesn't speak.

"My hands hurt. Wen Jiming suddenly said, "I'm hungry." ”

The two sentences that seemed to be unrelated made Su Qingjia's face darken again, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she stood up, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Jiming was silent for half a minute, and then said a series of names.

Su Qingjia took a deep breath, went out, and came back with only three bags, two dishes, two boxes of rice, and two bowls of porridge.

"Where's my sweet and sour pork ribs?" Wen Jiming frowned, "Why are they all vegetarian?"

"At night, the big fish and meat are eaten and the digestion is not good. Su Qingjia put all the food on the small table and pushed it to Wen Jiming, "Eat." ”

The expressions and movements clearly write the words "if you don't want to eat, you are hungry".

Wen Jiming paused, reluctantly picked up the chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of flavored eggplant into his mouth.

He ate very elegantly, Su Qingjia saw that he was disgusted, but when he finally ate it in his stomach, he was relieved and followed suit.

Suddenly, Wen Jiming said casually: "I remember that your show will be broadcast tonight, what time is it?"

Su Qingjia was stunned, if Wen Jiming didn't mention it, she would have forgotten about it.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and looked at it, "It's more than forty minutes, let's eat first." ”

Wen Jiming sighed, and then took the mobile phone on the bedside table and put it in his hand.

In the next twenty minutes, while Su Qingjia was eating, he watched Wen Jiming turn on his mobile phone from time to time to take a few looks.

"Are you waiting for my show?"

"What is your show, I just want to know if I appeared on the camera that day. ”