"I don't know," Fang Baishen said, "When I was studying abroad, my wife was studying the difficult symptoms of ear, nose and throat."

"Really?!" Chen Yanran used chopsticks to give Fang Bai a deep shabu sliced pork, "A foreign doctor has treated him before, but the effect is not very good."

At that time, Yu Jiahang occasionally barely made a little noise, but it seemed to be difficult, and this matter was over.

"I'll put you in touch."

Chen Yanran gave Fang Bai another piece of meat.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected receipt.

Jiang Jianing's lower abdomen was still faintly painful, so Fang Baishen first gave her a small portion of mushroom soup and put a few slices of green onions to warm her stomach.

After eating hot pot, Fang Baishen took the large and small dishes to the kitchen to clean, and he rolled up his sleeves to clean it, especially at home.

The more Chen Yanran looked at Fang Baishen, the more she liked it.

Crooked.

Her red line is really tied to the right person.

didn't wait for Fang Baishen to finish washing the dishes, so she excused herself from her boyfriend and left first.

Fang Baishen washed the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen and came out, "What about your friend?"

"She's gone." Jiang Jianing took the apron handed over by Fang Baishen and handed over a hand towel with both hands.

It is a baby pink hand towel with butterflies embroidered on it.

"I heard Yanran say that you have black tea here?"

「…… It seems to be."

Aunt Feng said that it was the Ceylon black tea that Ms. Du asked her to send, saying that drinking tea was good for her health, and she had never drunk it once.

"Then make me a cup of tea," Fang Baishen asked, "Do you have a pen and paper?" I'll write you a few ways to eat Ejiao."

Fang Baishen sat on the single seat by the window in Jiang Jianing's bedroom, the desk lamp was on, reflecting the words he wrote.

The room was small and the table was next to the woman's bed.

A few giant strawberry bears on it take up more than half of the bed.

The tip of the nose seems to be able to smell the smell of this room that belongs to the girl's family.

It smells like a sweet skin care product.

Or the scent of shampoo essential oils.

Jiang Jianing made a cup of tea for Fang Bai and put it on his left hand side.

She looked at Fang Baishen's words.

Unlike his autograph on the case list, the line is written in regular letters, as if it came out according to the handwriting of famous people.

She didn't bother him, just sat on the lazy sofa with a strawberry bear in her arms, slightly closed her eyelids, and looked a little sleepy looking through the circle of friends.

She was a little surprised to turn to one of Xu Yuan's circle of friends.

It was sent in the early hours of the morning.

One is a picture of a Red Cross hospital, and the other is a hand on a hospital armchair on a drip.

The man's fingers are slender, and the delicate and high-end private cufflinks are eye-catching.

Jiang Jianing blinked, and his sleepiness disappeared a little.

This person is Xue Rin'an.

The cufflinks on his black shirt were retrieved from the counter for him.

Is he sick?

Why did you get to go to the hospital for an intravenous drip?

Jiang Jianing pinched his eyebrows, and turned out Xue Rin'an's circle of friends, which was blank.

She made a phone call, and the call indicated that there was no answer for the time being.

"It's written."

Fang Baishen's words pulled Jiang Jianing's thoughts back.

Jiang Jianing raised his eyes and looked over.

Fang Baishen wrote a whole page of Ejiao eating methods to Jiang Jianing, "Mainly the latter ones, you try them first and see if you can get used to eating them."

"Okay, thank you."

Jiang Jianing turned over a coat and put it on to Fang Baishen.

On a cold winter night, as soon as he came out of the elevator, Jiang Jianing shrank for a moment.

"Let's go back." Fang Baishen sighed a little.

Jiang Jianing: "I've been nesting at home for two days, and it's going to be moldy, so I'll come out to breathe."

She put

The scarf pulled up, "I'll get you in the car."

Fang Baishen's car was parked in a temporary parking space at the entrance of the community.

He unlocked it, propped his hand on the car door, but he didn't move, with one hand in the pocket of his dark camel coat, "Jiang Jianing."

Jiang Jianing: "Huh?"

Fang Bai moved his lower lip deeply.

He actually wanted to ask about the relationship between her and Xue Rin'an, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he was asking too much.

"It's nothing, you wait for me."

The man turned around and entered a commercial department store next to the neighborhood, and three minutes later, he came out of it, one hand in his pocket, the other empty.

Fang Baishen opened the car door and sat in, the window was lowered, revealing the handsome side face of the young male doctor, he started the car, and in the slight sound of the car engine, he looked sideways at her, "Reach out."

Jiang Jianing stretched out his hand with some surprise.

The white and tender palms are upward.

Fang Baishen placed a keychain in her palm.

A blue Doraemon keychain.

She was stunned.

"It's easy to lose a single key, so take it with you."

The first time Fang Baishen saw Jiang Jianing's key, there was only the key on the two bare anti-theft doors of the house, and he was thinking at that time that he wanted to buy a keychain for Jiang Jianing.

He picked out a lot of different keychains.

Cute and simple.

Until just now, she saw two hand-drawn drawings of Doraemon on Jiang Jianing's desk.

The car drove away.

Jiang Jianing stood in the cold air and didn't move a single inch for a long time.

She put the robot cat in her pocket, got home, and turned the doorknob to open it.

As soon as she entered the underfloor heating room from the outside, she couldn't help but sneeze, and her slightly dull sensory system began to mobilize, and she found that the breath in this room did not belong to the hostess.

The lights in the living room and entrance are on.

Jiang Jianing just went out to see off Fang Baishen, so he didn't turn off the lights.

The headlights in the bedroom were not on, but the table lamps were still on.

She saw a black figure cast on the ground.

When he saw Xue Rin'an, Jiang Jianing didn't show too much surprise.

The man did not sit on the chair, but sat on the edge of the bed, he had just seen the method of eating the ejiao that Fang Bai had fallen deeply, and his eyes had just landed on the hand-drawn drawings of the two robot cats pressed under the glass of the desk.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then suddenly lifted the glass that was pressed against the table.

Maybe the glass was pressed for a long time, and the second the glass was raised, it was blocked out of thin air, and the paper and books on the desktop slipped down.

Beneath the pink table paper are many hand-drawn sketches.

From the immature brushstrokes to the sophistication of the drawing, the hand-drawn drawings and the separate robot cat pasted on the top of the table paper are different from the blue fat man, next to the blue fat man, is a time machine.

Jiang Jianing, who was standing at the door, clenched the little blue fat man in the palm of his hand.

Later, she found out.

The robot cat was given to her by Fang Baishen.

But the time machine that belonged to the robot cat was given to her by Xue Rin'an.

At this time.

Xue Rin'an's slightly surprised dilated pupils returned to silence and turned his head to look at her.

She was still wearing the coat, one hand holding the door frame, and even when she saw him suddenly appear in her room, she didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Contrary to her, it was the man's whirlpool waves that sank like the dark night of the deep sea, as if he was about to roll up a sea shower.

His face was pale, and a pinhole in the back of his hand was faintly visible.