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Chapter 487 Don’t Know Women Are Fickle?

Chapter 487: Don’t know that women are fickle?

He was so sensible that Lin Wanwan's eyes were a little wet and moist.

I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have a mother and I’m living under someone else’s roof, so I’m so sensible.

Looking at him, Lin Wanwan's heart became extremely soft.

She reached out and rubbed Jiang Sheng's head: "Silly kid, it's just a meal, don't be so exaggerated."

As she said that, she put the business card in his hand: "You hold my business card. If one day you need help, find me, I will definitely help you."

Jiang Sheng stared at her blankly, biting his lip, and trying hard to hold back tears.

But tears still slid from the corners of my eyes and dripped onto the table.

He hurriedly wiped the back of his hands randomly, murmured: "I am a boy, I can't cry."

Lin Wanwan pursed her lips, pressed her emotions, and smiled and said, "Eat quickly, it will be cold later."

Then, she took the steak in front of herself and said softly: "I'll help you cut the steak, it's easier for you to eat."

Jiang Sheng glanced at her deeply, lowered his head and ate the pasta.

For some reason, he felt that this was the best food he had ever eaten, which made him warm.

Before leaving, Lin Wanwan ordered another chicken sandwich and prepared to pack it for Fu Pei.

After all, a sandwich is enough with one hand and she doesn't need to feed her.

The two walked back to the hospital, and Lin Wanwan pointed to the tallest building: "I'm going there, where are you?"

Jiang Sheng pointed his little finger to the other side: "Uncle is there."

"Okay, the hamburger is cold, so let the nurse help you heat it up, eat more meals in the future and grow stronger."

Jiang Sheng looked at her reluctantly, blinked his eyes, nodded and said, "Well, I understand."

Looking at Jiang Sheng's small figure, gradually moving further and further, Lin Wanwan suddenly felt a little empty.

Perhaps it is related to taking care of Lin Jianan since childhood and losing two children.

So she is always easy to be soft-hearted to children.

She walked back casually. As soon as she pushed the door open and walked in, she heard a discomfortable voice.

"Where have you gone? It's been so long."

"I walked around casually outside."

After saying that, she didn't look up at Fu Pei, and walked straight over to look at the two lunch boxes beside her, all of which were very clean.

So she picked up her lunch box and went into the bathroom.

I rinsed the lunch box briefly, put it away again, and took out the packaged sandwich from my pocket and placed it aside.

"Your next meal."

Looking at the sandwich, Fu Pei narrowed his eyes and felt very unhappy.

"Will you be too perfunctory to the patient?"

"Didn't you cook porridge and soup for you in the morning? If you want something more nutritious, you can find your assistant."

"He's not here."

Lin Wanwan didn't want to get entangled with him and frowned: "Mr. Fu, don't go too far."

"Look at me."

"What?"

Fu Pei grabbed her hand and repeated: "Look at me and talk."

Lin Wanwan looked over impatiently, looking at his deep eyes, she became even more irritable.

Perhaps because I remembered the lost children and Lin Jianan, I obviously had less patience with Fu Pei.

"Mr. Fu, what do you have to say?"

The man also felt her displeasure and pursed his lips and said, "Do you hate me? Is it because you asked you to help me in the morning?"

“Yes, not.”

Lin Wanwan looked at him coldly: "What the hell are you going to say?"

"Your brows are twisted into horoscopes, and you still say you don't hate me, huh?"

After saying that, he let go of Lin Wanwan's hand and sighed helplessly: "I just feel that after you went out, you seem to hate me even more, so I want to ask."
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