The light was too dazzling for her to open her eyes for a while, and she covered it with her hand, and it took a while to get used to it, the white wall, the white bed, and a bouquet of lilies on the table next to her, the fragrance of the lilies covered up the smell of disinfectant, this is the hospital.

"How are you?" The gentle male voice asked with concern.

Looking at the past, a man who is gentle and elegant is not as proud or uninhibited as a modern man, but he is as gentle and elegant as the children of Fengyue Country.

It always feels a little familiar.

"Hello, my name is Gu Anchen." Gu Anchen smiled warmly, and his bearing was magnificent.

Jing Ruhua remembered that it was the man she gave up her seat to.

"Thank you." Jing Ruhua is sincerely thanking you this time.

"You're welcome, do you want to eat fruit?" Gu Anchen had already picked up the fruit knife and took out an apple from the fruit basket, slicing it skillfully.

Jing Ruhua closed her eyes a little uncomfortably, and she vaguely remembered whether he was on the way to the hospital, hugging, passing, her.

Turning his face a little embarrassed, he looked at the man who had already peeled most of the apple, and handed the apple with thin skin and neatly peeled to reveal the tender flesh in front of him.

"Do you want to cut it into small pieces?" Although he asked, the knife in his hand turned and the apple had been neatly cut into eight pieces and placed in the fruit bowl.

"Can I hand it off my phone?" Jing Ruhua has never been in the same room with a strange man, especially yet, also, thinking of this Jing Ruhua's face is a little hot, what is the matter.

For the first time, Mrs. Jing, who was as steady as Mount Tai, was a little crazy.

"yes, okay." Gu Anchen handed her the mobile phone in the bag at the bedside.

Then, bring the door and leave the space for a picturesque call.

Gu Anchen smiled lightly outside the door, it was the first time he turned over a girl's bag, but there was also some surprise, her bag seemed to be too simple.

A mobile phone, a silk silk, a yellowed ancient book, a few red RMB cards scattered in the bag at random, not even the most basic wallet, or the cosmetics that girls like to bring, mirrors and the like.

How did he know that the mobile phone and money were still shoehorned into Xizi, before meeting Xizi, Jing Ruhua could not even have a bag, the silk silk was pinned to the waist and pulled into a flower, and the book was placed in the car or held.

At that time, Saiko's expression was like this (⊙o⊙)

"Lian Xiaoya, are you from an alien?" In Jing Ruhua, she was surprised and asked her what the bag was for, Xizi circled around her several times, and Jing Ruhua had just passed through at that time, and she hadn't fully accepted the plot, so she really didn't understand.

After failing to contact anyone again and again, under Xizi's coquettish cuteness and forced domineering, Jing Ruhua was forced to accept a white bag, decorated with small pink pearls, with a simple style, which matches any of her dresses very well.

In addition, I would like to mention here that there are no pants in the picturesque wardrobe, all blue dresses, ankle-length and ankle-length that never change, and different dark colors of blue, under Xizi's five years of day and night lobbying, are not all long-sleeved, high-necked, waist-like and long-barreled.

The topic was far away, Jing Ruhua picked up the phone and explained to Xizi that after picking him up, he ignored Xizi's shock, hung up the phone, covered himself with a quilt, and wrapped himself tightly with only one head.

"I'm thankful for any of the calls she made last more than thirty seconds." Looking at the phone that was hung up, Xizi wanted to cry.

In the past five years, there has only been a one-sentence call every time, no, it should be called a notice, is it easy for her.

She curiously took the picturesque mobile phone and flipped through the call records, and then silently put it down.

Contact, Xizi, the following blank, call log, Xizi, the following blank, open the call time, very neat ten seconds, as if calculated.

The hand-handed one counted five years and fifteen times that Jing Ruhua called, and two hundred and fifty times that she called.

No wonder, Lian Xiaoya's number never owes money.