"Mom, I'm hungry."

Zhou Hanruo broke the silence before Wu Qianqian shed tears.

“What do you want to eat?

I'll buy it for you."

Wu Qianqian wiped the corners of her eyes and asked.

"Red date lotus seed porridge, crystal shrimp dumplings, soup dumplings, Orleans roasted wings, strawberry pudding, Hong Kong-style papaya milk tea, red bean ice..." Zhou Hanruo said with his fingers, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Qianqian.

"Chinese, Western, Hong Kong-style restaurants, you want to make a fucking mom.

Eat so much, don’t be afraid of eating too much.”

Wu Qianqian stood up, reached out and poked her forehead, "I'll go to the breakfast shop opposite the hospital to pack a portion of porridge for you."

"oh."

Zhou Hanruo stuck out his tongue, and the unhappiness just now was wiped out.

Wu Qianqian picked up her handbag, walked to the door of the ward, opened the door, and unexpectedly saw Tang Jiyang standing outside the door.

"Mr. Tang?

You are here to visit the boat.

She wakes up, come in."

Wu Qianqian invited Tang Jiyang into the ward, and then left alone to buy breakfast.

For a time, there were only Tang Jiyang and Zhou Hanruo in the ward.

Tang Jiyang walked to the edge of the hospital bed, slightly closed his dark eyes, and stared at her calmly.

Zhou Hanruo's face was still bloodless and looked very delicate, but his beautiful eyes were black and bright, and his long eyelashes were blinking, like the wings of a butterfly.

"Have your hands been done?"

She asked.

"Um."

Tang Jiyang responded and asked, "Where are you?"

"I can't die, I'm lucky."

Zhou Hanruo replied with a smile, and his habitual hands were plunged behind his head, probably pulling the wound behind him. The expression on his face was slightly twisted, and his arms were lowered in frustration.

Tang Jiyang was still standing by the bed, looking at her quietly, seeing her hurt her wounds, subconsciously frowned.

Zhou Hanruo leaned against the head of the bed lazily, turned his head to look at him, and his tone was also lazy, "Tang Jiyang, come to visit the patient, at least carry a fruit basket, come with your hands empty, are you embarrassed?"

"I can't leave the hospital for the time being. What kind of fruit do you like to eat? I'll buy you something."

Tang Jiyang said calmly and indifferently.

Zhou Hanruo looked at the patient's clothes on him and waved his hand, "Forget it."

After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth with her palm and yawned.

"Do you have something to do?

I'm sleepy."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw him take out a black wallet, take out a card from it and hand it to her.

"What?"

Zhou Hanruo looked puzzled.

"I am responsible for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, and mental loss expenses."

Tang Jiyang said.

“I’m kidding.

I don’t have to take it seriously if I say so many things every day.”

Zhou Hanruo said uneasy and did not reach out to pick up his card.

"I'm serious."

Tang Jiyang said and placed the card on her bedside table.

Zhou Hanruo shrugged casually.

If he wants to, she will let it go. Anyway, she will not use this card to withdraw money.

Tang Jiyang put down the card and saw that she looked sleepy, so he said goodbye.

He walked to the door, but suddenly stopped, looked back at her, and asked, "What else do you want to eat?"

"ah?"

Zhou Hanruo blinked a pair of ignorant and beautiful eyes.

Why does this man always speak in a daze?

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Tang Jiyang nodded and said, "I understand."

Then, walk out of the ward.

The door of the ward slowly closed, and Zhou Hanruo was still confused.

What did he know?

Did he know that his personality is very worthy of being beaten?

Shortly after Tang Jiyang left, Wu Qianqian came back, carrying a bag of the breakfast shop, containing white porridge and light side dishes.

It was so light. Zhou Hanruo blinked and looked at him. He was obviously very hungry, but he had no appetite at all.

"Drink porridge while it's hot."

Wu Qianqian handed her the spoon.

Zhou Hanruo had a small face and took a sip of porridge.

Really, the bird faded out of the mouth.

Just as she was about to say she had no appetite, someone knocked on the door of the ward.

Wu Qianqian walked over and opened the door. There was a young man standing outside the door. He was very kind and looked very polite.

He was carrying many food boxes and a large fruit basket in his hand.

Wu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at Zhou Hanruo on the hospital bed and asked, "Xiaozhou, have you ordered takeaway?"

"No."

Zhou Hanruo shook his head.

"We didn't order takeout. You probably delivered the wrong room. Go to another ward to ask."

Just as Wu Qianqian was about to close the door, the young man reached out to block it and said with a smile: "It was Mr. Tang who asked me to send it to Miss Zhou Hanruo."

The man smiled politely, carried the bags in his hand into the ward, placed them one by one on the table, and then left.

"What Mr. Tang gave it to you?"

Wu Qianqian looked at the table full of food and asked.

Zhou Hanruo shrugged, looking unaware of it.

When my eyes scanned my eyes on the table, I subconsciously swallowed my saliva.

Red date lotus seed porridge, crystal shrimp dumplings, soup dumplings, Orleans roasted wings, strawberry pudding, Hong Kong-style papaya milk tea, red bean ice, and a large fruit basket, various imported fruits, fresh and tender... Tang Jiyang's man has a really good memory, and there are actually quite a lot of them.

"Mom, I want to eat lotus seed porridge and soup buns."

Zhou Hanruo said.

Anyway, she is not polite to send it.

Wu Qianqian handed her lotus seed porridge and soup buns, then sat down beside the bed, looking at her thoughtfully.

Zhou Hanruo was just having a happy meal, and Wu Qianqian suddenly asked with a solemn look on her face: "Are you and Mr. Tang in love?"

Zhou Hanruo was biting the bun in his mouth and swallowing it. He heard this and choked, his little face turned red, and his hand slapped his chest hard.

Seeing this, Wu Qianqian immediately handed her a glass of water. Zhou Hanruo poured half a glass of water before he recovered.

"Mom, you have a lot of ideas.

I am not familiar with Tang Jiyang."

"You are not familiar with each other, so he asked someone to buy food for you. What's the matter with which card?"

Wu Qianqian's eyes fell on the golden card placed on the bedside table, and her eyes were a little heavy.

"I am an occupational disease criminal and rushed up when I see someone injured.

I helped him escape from danger, and he would like to thank me for the food he gave me.
To be continued...