"Okay, okay."
Song Yikai left while looking at his watch.
Jiang Beize sat at the head of the bed and looked at Song Nanye on the bed.
It's not an exaggeration to say that he was covered in bruises. He didn't know what happened to him. How could a man who was so good at fighting be so seriously injured
But he was not a fool. When he saw the book in his arms, he burst into tears.
It was only when he returned to school that he discovered that the cowhide notebook tucked inside the math textbook was gone.
This is his notebook that records everything about Jiang Beiyuan. He treasures this notebook very much. It has been with him for many years. He always takes it with him whenever he leaves, for fear that someone will take it away accidentally.
Then without saying a word, he turned around and went out to look for the notebook, thinking he had left it on the road, but unexpectedly he saw Song Nanye covered in blood.
He was really frightened at that time!
Especially the moment when he fell unconscious in his arms. At that moment, his heart stopped beating!
Fortunately, he came back to life again, and it seems that he is fine now!
"I'm sorry." Jiang Beize came back to his senses and said every word.
Song Nanye picked his ears and said, "Don't let me hear these three words again, annoying!"
"oh… "
Jiang Beize picked up the millet porridge on the table and handed it to his mouth.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Clumsy eyes? Didn't you see I was getting an IV drip?!"
Song Nanye raised his right hand with an IV drip angrily.
His intact left hand subconsciously shrank into the bed, hiding it from the public.
Jiang Beize understood it in his heart, picked up the bowl and fed him personally.
One spoonful at a time, I personally brought it to his mouth.
Song Nanye drank his porridge with a sullen face. There was no expression on his face, but a hint of vague pride slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The bowl of porridge was finished quickly.
Song Nanye snorted, "Go and get me another bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Don't make it so bland. Remember to add some garlic!"
"But the doctor said you can only eat light food."
"Then no more garlic!"
"What I mean is that you can only eat liquid food, preserved eggs and lean meat. You probably can't digest it."
"Stop talking nonsense! Am I your master? Just do whatever I ask you to do!"
"oh… "
Jiang Beize went out carrying the empty bowl.
Song Nanye then took out his left hand from under the quilt, clenched it into a fist, put it to his lips and coughed twice.
Laughing.
Smiling arrogantly.
The eyebrows and eyes, which have not yet recovered, are now full of energy.
Five minutes later, Jiang Beize came in again.
Still holding a bowl of millet porridge in his hand.
Seeing Song Nanye frowning, he quickly explained: "There is no preserved egg and lean meat porridge, only millet porridge!"
"Really?" Song Nanye narrowed his eyes slightly and questioned his words.
"Yeah, really..."
Jiang Beize lowered his long eyelashes, which were shaking non-stop, like two dense fans.
Song Nanye discovered that when Jiang Beize felt guilty, his eyelashes would flutter very fast.
But I didn’t bother to expose him this time.
"Then just millet porridge! Let's make do with it!"
"Oh well… "
Jiang Beize felt relieved in his heart and continued to feed him porridge.
After feeding two bowls of porridge, Song Nanye was full and waved his hand to Jiang Beize to leave, saying that he wanted to sleep.
He lay down with his back to Jiang Beize, who stood still and didn't move.
After thinking about it, Jiang Beize stepped forward and reached out to lift the corner of Song Nanye's clothes at the back.
With a cry of "Rush!", Song Nanye jumped up from the bed reflexively and accidentally touched the wound on his back, which made him scream in pain!
"You brat, what do you want to do to me?!"
(End of chapter)