The man's tone obviously sank, "When?"

Mo Xinnian spread her hands, "That night, I asked the nurse to send her to get an IV, but I don't know where she is now. She has freedom, so I can't tie her to your bed, right?"

Lu Zihan stared at her with black eyes for a few seconds, then said, "Where is my phone?"

"I'm not looking for lost property, so you'll ask me about Goddess Wen's phone?"

Mo Xinnian walked to the bedside. This was a high-end ward with all the equipment. She rang the nursing bell and soon a special guard walked in with a high-end insulation box.

"Miss Mo, this is just delivered by your chef."

Mo Xinnian reached out to take it, but it was still hot after exploring it. She asked the special caregiver to go out first, put down the small dining table on the hospital bed, and took out the soup and food in the insulation box.

A strange smell suddenly spread in the ward.

Lu Zihan only looked at her like this from the beginning to the end, until his eyes fell into the soup bowl, his brows moved, "What is this?"

Mo Xinnian glanced at the red soup, picked up the spoon and stirred it, "This is a big supplement. Uncle Wei asked me to supplement it for my second uncle. It is said that I can't buy it and it has a price but no market."

When Lu Zihan heard this, he raised the corner of his lips, "You can give me some money if you have a price?"

"You need a big replenishment now."

"Don't you hate me?"

"I hate it," Mo Xinnian pouted slightly with her pink lips and snorted, "You hate me too, you're even?"

Lu Zihan stared at her delicate side face, and her thin lips moved, "I hate it."

I hate her in his mind all day.

I hate her identity as a young lady.

I hate her so many suitors, all of whom are prince charming in fairy tales.

Mo Xinnian's move to scooping soup was paused, and suddenly looked up at him, "Do you really hate me?"

He replied lightly, "Yes."

"Then why save me?"

Lu Zihan met her eyes, and there was a smile that she couldn't understand spread in her eyes, "You don't like Jian Li, why do you want to be with him?"

“Does these two things have anything to do?”

"If you say there is, there is."

"Lu Zihan, don't pull it apart..."

"I'm hungry." The man suddenly said, his tone was indifferent but full of dissatisfaction, "I'm a sick person now, are you going to starve me to death?"

“…”

Mo Xinnian bulged her face. This man was really annoying as always. Chatting with him is always a pitfall. He was obviously making a mistake, but he could still make a set of remarks that you could not refute.

And... she just likes it very much.

What a day.

Although I was so complaining in my heart, Mo Xinnian still didn't continue to ask, feeding him food and soup first.

Maybe he will sue her for abuse of the patient later.

…………

During Lu Zihan's hospitalization, Mo Xinnian brought various soups to come every day, and the food was made by Chinese chefs from Zhongjing Haoting, with balanced nutrition.

Half a month passed quickly.

It was afternoon when Wen Yan came.

The door of the ward was slightly open, and the sun was shining warmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. On the hospital bed, the handsome man with a weak breath looked down with his book. The whole room was filled with the sound of his slender and clean fingers turning the pages.

The woman's footsteps approached.

Lu Zihan didn't raise his head, and shouted in a low voice, "Yan'er."
Chapter completed!