"Gu Cheng, actually..." Feng Muyan bit her lips tightly and murmured: "Actually, I, I'm already married."
"So," for a long time, the man's muffled voice came—
"Before the operation, you lied to me what you promised me?"
"It's not like that, I was afraid..."
"I'm afraid I will lose hope." Gu Cheng finished the rest of the words for her. Finally, he covered the loneliness in his eyes and smiled at her, "Congratulations, Feng Muyan."
"Gu Cheng, it is my luck to know you."
Gu Cheng smiled lightly.
Feng Muyan, knowing you is my luck.
…
In the general ward.
Sheng Houhou closed his eyes and eyes, and when he heard the footsteps approaching, he thought it was Feng Muyan who was back.
"Not many big stars who accompany you..."
"Routine inspection."
The sick woman opened her eyes suddenly.
Chu Huaibei!
"The injured Shenghouhou suffered a severe head injury and a slight fracture of his calf."
Shenghouhou had never seen a man, this man alone, when she saw him, she didn't consciously want to hide.
"You work in an underground bar, eh?"
Hearing him mention the underground bar, Morishohormoto's heart eased and became tense again.
At this moment, Feng Muyan came back.
Chu Huai's eyes flickered slightly as he checked his injuries. Shenghouhou was in plaster, and his feet couldn't move at all. Although the injury was not serious, it would take a hundred days for the muscles and bones to be injured.
"After half a month of recovery, I can't wear high heels."
Chu Huaibei said at the right time: "But there are too many bridesmaids and short groomsmen, so it will be very unsuitable."
Shenghouhou knew that he was talking about the best man at Feng Muyan's wedding.
"How tall is the best man?"
Feng Muyan squinted at the height of Chu Huaibei, she didn't know it, visually... it was very high.
Sheng Huhou followed Feng Muyan's gaze, and now the whole person is even worse.
"Mu Yan, I think... you'd better find another bridesmaid. I think my injury is a bit serious, and it won't be better in half a month."
"I have a headache, and I don't know if there will be a blood clot in my head."
Feng Muyan: "Bah, baah, don't talk nonsense!"
Chu Huaibei saw this scene in his eyes, narrowing his black eyes slightly, looking at the sick woman pretending to be a sick woman.
This woman seems to be hiding from him.
In the evening, Feng Muyan bought some daily necessities and food and went to Rongjingcheng's apartment.
After a few minutes of tinkering, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is complete!
…
When Rong Jingcheng came back, it was half an hour later.
When I entered the house, I smelled a mushy smell coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Soon, Feng Muyan put the results she had just made on the table, two dishes and one soup.
"Is this edible?"
Rong Jingcheng glanced at the confusing soup, and... what was that black plate.
Seeing that his expression was really reluctant, Feng Muyan lowered her head dejectedly and snorted: "I have made dinner for an hour, how can you dislike it..."
Feng Muyan groaned and stared at the man for the rest of the time. Seeing that he was willing to pick up vegetables, her heart blossomed with joy.
"Is it tasty?"
"Feng Muyan, are you scrambled eggs or scrambled egg shells?" The man picked up another eggshell.
"Well, I thought it was hyped." The woman scratched her head.
Rong Jingcheng's face grew darker.
"I give my wife permission to not have to cook."
"Who will cook after that?"
Rong Jingcheng's beautiful thin lips curled up with a smile, but he knew it was a pit, so he had to jump.
"I cook, you wash the dishes."
"Then now... Yes, let's eat the wontons from Aber's. It's been a long time."