He was blinded by the eyes full of green vegetables: "Aw, what about the meat!" He raised his head and glared at Ye Zhao.
Ye Zhao was sitting on the chair beside him, watching the TV in the ward with his arms folded, his whole body was obviously surrounded by the low pressure of "adult unhappy", when he saw him turn back and looked down at the lunch box for a while, and then stretched out the slender The index finger pointed: "Under the beans."
Luo Xiaochen, who was deterred by the low air pressure, took back the lunch box, rummaged inside it with wide eyes, and then found just enough meat foam to stick between his teeth in a corner: "..." qaq
Comrade Nie Renyan, who made Ye Zhao unhappy and indirectly caused Luo Xiaochen to have no meat to eat, followed Ye Zhao all the way back to the ward, then pulled up a chair and sat beside Ye Zhao. It's a pity that I didn't even get a blank eye.
Ye Zhao stared at the TV with a dark face, but he was thinking of something else: Nie Renyan messed up the things he asked before, and he didn't get a result in the end, but now that Xia Zhiming and Luo Xiaochen are both present, it is inconvenient to continue talking. Those... tsk.
He was a little annoyed when he felt that Nie Renyan, who had been buzzing and teasing him, finally said that he was tired, and finally stopped. Ye Zhao's Yuguang glanced at him when he relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, looking like he was hanging around, his paws resting on the back of Ye Zhao's chair inadvertently.
Ye Zhao was stunned for a second, but in the next second, he felt that Nie Renyan's broad palm was covering his back with the support of the back of the chair. Just as he was about to turn his head and take his paws away, he heard Nie Renyan's voice and the temperature of his palms being transmitted through his back: "Daughter-in-law, come, let's talk about serious business."
Ye Zhao turned his head with a surprised expression: "..." Are you flooded with water? There is someone next to you, what are you talking about!
But he saw Nie Renyan twitched the corner of his mouth with a sinister smile. His lips maintained that arc and did not open or close, but the voice came down the palm of his hand again: "Don't worry, they can't hear it."
Ye Zhao: "Why—" Before he could say anything, he saw Nie Renyan put up a forefinger on his other hand, made a "shush" on his lips, and then nodded.
"..." Ye Zhao watched a series of his movements, was silent for a while, and said in his heart: What do you think
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Nie Renyan's voice sounded again: "Well, don't say it." His face has turned to the side, and it seems that he is watching TV news with relish.
After making up his mind, Ye Zhao also turned his attention to the TV. While watching the reports inside, he communicated with Nie Renyan attentively: If you continue to talk nonsense this time, you can give it a try.
Nie Renyan: …
Ye Zhao glanced at him: You haven't answered the previous question about the dagger.
Nie Renyan frowned slightly, then replied after a while: I thought about it, in fact, last night was the first time I encountered your dagger. I remember that when I first got it in my hand, it was indeed very different. It felt as if there was fire burning all the way to the palm of the hand where it touched, but it was only for that moment. After that, including using it to treat the wound, there was no special feeling.
Ye Zhao stretched out his hand