Chapter 2930

It will be late.

Huarong takes a look at the time and it's time for Fengjin to have a meal.

She was about to make a phone call to have dinner delivered when a strange number popped up on the screen of her mobile phone.

She subconsciously pressed the answer button.

There came a soft female voice: "hello? Is it miss Hua? "

Huarong looked at Feng Jin, who was lying in bed reading a magazine, and came out of the room, "well. I am. What's the matter? "

"Ganma asked me to deliver food to young master Feng." The woman said softly, "I'm downstairs. Do you have time now?"

Huarong thought, just send it directly. Why call her?

However, the mouth or cordial should a: "OK, I'll come now."

*

summer evening, it's time to get off work. Even the streets of London are bustling with traffic.

the young girl stood at the edge of the hospital gate with a thermos bottle. The white tassel dress made her look like a quiet and open perfume lily. She could smell the elegant fragrance all the way away.

She has been quietly following the Phoenix mother, silent like a transparent person, very attractive temperament, but today's Huarong found that the girl is actually very beautiful.

It is the kind of beautiful, delicate and unobtrusive.

"Give me the thermos." Huarong goes over and reaches out to her.

The girl skillfully handed her the thermos bottle and gave her a soft smile: "tonight is dangshen duck soup, Ganma said, ask young master to drink more, to give him tonic."

"Yes." Huarong looked down at her, answered, and turned to leave.

"Miss Flower." The girl suddenly stopped her.

Huarong steps a meal, side look at her.

"Is the young master better now?" She seemed to be a little shy and a little embarrassed. When she asked this sentence, she had no confidence. She just asked, "you ask him to take good care of himself. Godmother and these days are very worried about him."

Huarong dropped her eyes and looked at the girl's delicate and soft cheek. She suddenly moved slightly in her heart and asked, "what's your name?"

"Me? My name is Lin Shuanger. " The girl replied softly.

"Oh. Miss Lin, in fact, I take good care of him. I'll be discharged in a few days. You can rest assured. "

"I see." Lin Shuanger responded with a clever response, bowed to her, and then turned away.

Huarong looked at her back and licked her lips. Her throat was tickling, and she wanted to smoke.

*

Huarong returned to Fengjin ward with a smell of smoke.

Phoenix brocade nose spirit is about to die, she went back, he found.

"Are you smoking on my back again?"

"Here it is. The old duck soup that your mother asked someone to give you to replenish your qi and blood. " Huarong put the thermos bottle on his bedside table, and threw the newly bought packet of cigarettes on the bed, "your mother also told you to take good care of yourself, don't let her worry all day long."

Good words, I don't know what's going on. It's a bit shady and weird to say it from Huarong's mouth.

Feng Jin looked at her face and asked, "who did you see?"

"No one." Huarong came over and turned the small table out. "I'm starving. Eat quickly. "

Feng Jin still thinks it's weird.

He was so familiar with the face of flowers that he knew all the changes in her mood.

"Who made you angry?"

Huarong bit chopsticks, squinted at him, sneered: "who else but you?"