Two hours later, Dongfang Chen woke up in a daze and looked at the white ceiling, and suddenly realized that the whole room was white.

Tied his body tightly and wrapped with gauze.

Damn, he's in the hospital.

That guy Beitangyu actually dragged him into the hospital.

At this moment, the door opened and Zhong Yan came in with a thermal lunch box.

"Why are you?" Dongfang Chen raised his eyebrows high, and was extremely surprised. Why was Zhong Yan there too?

"Hehe." Zhong Yan handed him a harmless smile on his kind people and animals, and raised the lunch box in his hand, "Mr. Dongfang, chicken soup, it's a big tonic."

As he said that, he sat down to the bed and opened the lunch box directly. The light fragrance immediately filled the room.

Such a picture, in Dongfang Chen's eyes, was not only weird but also weird.

"Are you blaming yourself?" Dongfang Chen said with a sigh.

Zhong Yan's hand holding the hot spoon was slightly frozen, and he turned to smile: "Mr. Dongfang, you are really good at joking. I blame myself for something, I don't blame myself at all."

I am used to lying and not blushing, but this time, Zhong Yan felt uncomfortable all over.

Seeing her uncomfortable expression, Dongfang Chen didn't even point it out, but just took the chicken soup, smelled it, and carefully checked it.

"Stop looking for it, no coriander is added." Zhong Yan spoke out. She remembered Dongfang Chen saying it last time.

Dongfang Chen is allergic to coriander, and is honored that she has also received such a genetic inheritance.

"I'm looking at whether you're taking laxatives." Dongfang Chen said intimately that Zhong Yan still has a little conscience, which is much more conscience than Zhong Qingyu.

The chicken soup tastes very light and is pretty good to eat. For someone who has not had grains of rice and has not dripped water from yesterday afternoon to now, as long as it is not short of salt, it tastes delicious.

Maybe even if you give him white steamed buns, you can taste the delicious taste of mountains and seas.

Dongfang Chen was eating so delicious, Zhong Yan asked expectantly: "How is it, is it delicious? Why don't I get some food for you?"

After looking at her, Dongfang Chen handed the lunch box to her: "I'll give you a sip of soup and you'll know if it's good."

Zhong Yan shrank in disgust: "What you have drunk is dirty."

Dongfang Chen glanced at her, but Zhong Yan's next moment of action made Dongfang Chen stunned for a moment.

I saw her reaching out, holding the lunch box, taking a big sip, and Tian Tian’s lips: "Well, the taste is pretty good, a little light, it doesn’t matter to your current taste."

Until she handed the lunch box back to her, Dongfang Chen did not come back to his senses.

Such a move made him feel inexplicably warm.

This feeling was like a warm current that hit his heart and warmed him.

Is it his illusion?

Zhong Yan reached out and shook his hand in front of him: "Hey, what's your expression?"

Dongfang Chen was so busy that he came back to his senses. He found that he was in a disordered state. He took a sip of chicken soup and said unhappily: "Don't you think it's dirty?"

If it were ordinary people, how could they be so unhappy?

In his consciousness, there are only two people who can be so intimate and without any grudges, relatives, and lovers.

But Zhong Yan...

When Zhong Yan thought of the eye-catching scars on Dongfang Chen's body, he suddenly shouted: "Mr. Dongfang..."

"Well, is there something wrong?" Dongfang Chen was too confused and did not notice Zhong Yan's changes.
Chapter completed!