Qiao Nian quickly raised her head and glanced in his direction. She couldn't tell how he knew that she had just heard their conversation outside, but she didn't take it to heart. She just said, "It doesn't matter. I don't have high expectations for strangers."
Strictly speaking, Luo Qing had only met her once, and she had helped him with a small favor yesterday. The relationship between them was not even that of acquaintances, let alone friends.
Luo Qing reasonably suspected her, but she didn't take it seriously.
As soon as Ye Wangchuan saw her reaction, he knew what she was thinking. He felt a little regretful. In fact, Luo Qing was a big and strong man with a nice personality. He was a friend worth making friends with, but since Qiao Nian had no idea, that was fine.
He was just trying to find a topic.
The girl had walked to his bedside and placed the thermos next to his bedside table. She came back and pulled a chair to sit beside the bed. She stretched out her hand, lowered her eyes, and was very delicate and outstanding, with black eyelashes. "Give me your hand, I'll help you feel your pulse."
Ye Wangchuan looked at her attractive face so close to him, silently put down the work he was busy with, and obediently took out his left wrist.
"How do you feel today?" Qiao Nian stretched out two slender white fingers and placed them on his pulse, half-closed her eyes, and looked like she had not woken up yet. People who didn't know would definitely think she was joking when seeing this scene, but the two grown men in the ward, whether it was Ye Wangchuan or Gu San, knew very well Qiao Nian's abilities. They knew that she was usually like this. She seemed to care nothing about anything, but in fact, she knew everything in her mind like a mirror.
Ye Wangchuan only felt the girl's soft fingertips on his wrist, and her body temperature was slightly cooler than his. The tingling in his heart made him unable to calm down. His eyes never turned away, and they were always on the girl who was leaning there. He raised his thin lips and was in the mood to joke: "It's okay, I won't die."
The tone was light and smiling.
Extra provocative.
Qiao Nian raised her eyes, glanced at him, retracted her two fingers, and said calmly: "If you don't take good care of yourself, it may not be the case."
Ye Wangchuan: …
Her dark eyes fell on the laptop on the small table. She stood up, put her hands in her pockets, and said angrily, "I don't want to see you die young. So you'd better take a rest when you need to. There is always work to do, but you only have one body."
Ye Wangchuan raised his hand, pinched his nose, and smiled helplessly. In the morning, Luo Qing sorted out the follow-up work piled up in the Ninth Institute and gave it to him, asking him to check it. He couldn't just leave it alone, so he could only help take a look. As a result, he was said to be dying young...
But he knew that Qiao Nian was just joking. If she really wanted him to die young, she would not have come to the hospital to see him so early, brought him things, and took his pulse.
So he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp, and his deep eyes were filled with a graceful smile. His voice dropped a degree, quite hoarse, and he said, "Care about me?"
Even a grown man like Gu San could tell that Mr. Wang was trying to flirt with Miss Qiao!
He stole a glance at the man leaning gracefully on the hospital bed, then looked at that eye-catching face and silently changed his words in his mind.
No, this is not hooking up, to be precise it should be called seduction!
He couldn't wait to see Qiao Nian's reaction.
Qiao Nian frowned first, then raised her hand uncomfortably to pull down the brim of her hat, then pursed her lips, suddenly raised her head, looked over with a pair of clear eyes, and replied: "We are good friends, shouldn't I care about you?"
(End of this chapter)