Chapter 803

"Ying muyao, have you been stimulated recently?" Nanqiao asked tactfully.

He said that she could understand when he chased her, and she could understand when he deliberately teased her, but she found it hard to accept that he should take care of her like this

She didn't forget how they met. They were in the same ward together. They were all nightmares. They were shadows

"..." Ying muyao closed her eyes. Feng's eyes narrowed. Her cheek was slightly tight. Her thin lip was raised on one side and her face was pressed against her. When the distance was close enough to be ambiguous, he stopped and said slowly, "yes, I've been stimulated by you."

Warm breathing swept in her face, Nanqiao eyelashes trembled, lowered his eyelids, pushed him: "far away, there is pressure."

With a low smile, Ying Mu Yao got up and pulled a chair to sit beside the hospital bed. He took out his mobile phone and began to play games.

Nanqiao looked at Ying muyao, who was sitting lazily in his chair, and slowly fell asleep.

Ying muyao finished a game and looked up at the eyedrop bottle. It was almost over.

After he rang the call bell and the nurse came to change the medicine bottle, he took a cup of hot water in the ward and smeared it on Nanqiao's mouth with a cotton swab.

Looking at the girl's small face, Ying Mu Yao sucked his cheek and said, "you are so lucky. I haven't served my parents like this."

Nanqiao woke up at eight or nine o'clock in the evening. She opened her eyes and moved her fingers, but found that her hand seemed to be caught. She looked sideways.

Ying muyao fell asleep beside the bed, holding her hand.

She knew that she should take out her hand now, but her hand seemed to lose strength and couldn't move.

Nanqiao looked at the white ceiling and breathed heavily. What is this now? Clearly before also want to strangle each other, how a semester past, become like this?

Ying muyao, the eldest young master of Ying family, the successor of the group, and the little prince of nightclub, like her?

She is an ordinary family. Even if she makes a breakthrough in the entertainment industry in the future, it will be the future.

They're just two words - no match.

What's more, she won't like a man full of peach blossom.

Nanqiao sighed in her heart. Her hand suddenly seemed to regain consciousness. She pulled it out without much effort.

When Ying muyao woke up, he opened his bleary eyes, straightened up and looked at Nanqiao. After a few seconds, he reached out and touched her forehead. Nanqiao's neck shrunk. Looking at him, he touched his forehead again, and then said, "it doesn't seem hot."

Nanqiao instantly forgot everything, only the joy of getting better, she said eagerly: "let's go back quickly, by the way to find a place to eat, starved to death."

Ying muyao didn't take anything that day. They immediately took the cold medicine from Nanqiao and left the hospital.

There are still many restaurants in the hospital. Nanqiao takes yingmuyao to a porridge shop.

Ying muyao didn't go in. He was so dirty that he put Nanqiao in the car and took her to congee Ji. A bowl of congee is worth hundreds

It's not that I can't afford the porridge. I just don't think it's necessary.

Finally, Nanqiao thought of Ying muyao's help today, so he went into the porridge and decided to invite him to a bowl of sky high price porridge to show his gratitude.

Nanqiao is drinking congee piled up with money, and his mood is not as good as a bowl of more than ten yuan.

Nanqiao can't help thinking that there is still a big gap between them.

This sentence just appeared in my mind, Nanqiao suddenly surprised, why should she think about the gap between them?

She clenched the spoon.

Nanqiao, what are you thinking?! Do you have feelings for him?! what the fuck! Do you have a fever and burn your brain out?!

Hard closed eyes, put these messy ideas back to the depths of my mind, Nanqiao concentrate on eating.

Ying muyao looks at the South Bridge with his head down and colorful expression on his face, and his lips are seemingly hooked.