"Wuwu..." The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Her parents were not by her side, and she felt as lonely as grass. She had been hungry for a day and had no strength at all.
Mo Fan never expected, why did he cry?
"Hey? I didn't want to drive you away. You asked you to take medicine." Mo Fan explained.
She cried even more miserably, "Woooo..." She cried with tears in her nose.
How has Mo Fan, a boy, ever seen this scene?
He has a strong ability to adapt to the market and is now at a loss.
"Okay, don't cry or cry." He reached out to pick her up again and took her into his arms. "You take the medicine first, can I cook noodles for you?"
"Woooo..." She became emotional and couldn't control her for a while, but when she heard about cooking noodles, her stomach began to whimper.
Mo Fan suddenly could also understand her grievances. As the mayor's daughter, she has been pampering since she was a child. She couldn't bring her keys back home. She was sick and lay in someone else's house for a day. She didn't even have a relative around her and couldn't find her if she wanted to drink water.
Go to the place.
It was a sense of loneliness.
He didn't speak, she cried herself, and her emotions gradually calmed down.
Leaning in his arms and sniffing, "Where is the medicine?"
Mo Fan handed the bottle of medicine inserted into the straw to her lips. Han Jiamei, who never took medicine, sucked the brown liquid in the bottle, and frowned.
Then Mo Fan handed her a tissue, "wiping her tears."
She reached out from the quilt, took a tissue to wipe her tears, her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing his shirt, her face was pale, her eyes were swollen, and her body was so hot.
Mo Fan said to her, "It will be cured soon, and the fever will fade at most two hours."
"Is the effect so good?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes, this is a special medicine studied by Shen Yi, and Mr. Jing's personal doctor."
Han Jiamei knew about Shen Yi and also saw it in the news. Li Xiaomi and Jingting met at the wedding, but they were not familiar with each other and had no communication.
"Can you eat noodles for dinner?" Mo Fan asked her, and said, "I am only good at cooking noodles, or I can only order takeaway."
"Yes, I like to eat noodles." She was really hungry.
Lying back into the quilt, Han Jiamei wrapped herself in the quilt. It was obviously very hot, but she felt very cold.
Mo Fan went to the kitchen and tied his apron to cook for the first time this month.
His kitchen is as clean as a model room in the sales office. He looks like a warm man when he cooks.
Soon, a bowl of fragrant noodles was placed on the dining table, and he untied his apron and washed his hands.
"The noodles are ready, get up and eat it." Mo Fan came to the bed in the bedroom.
Han Jiamei took the quilt away, and Mo Fan quickly turned around, waited for her to put on her shoes and stood up, tidied up her shirt, "Why can I smell the onion? I don't eat onion."
"Just let it go a little bit." Mo Fan said.
"I don't eat it." She looks like a child, "I haven't eaten onions since I was a child."
As a patient, it is normal to be pretentious.
Mo Fan was not upset and said to her, "Then I'll pick it out for you." As he said that, he walked towards the door.
"Forget it, thank you." She went to brush her teeth, washed her face, came to the restaurant, picked up her chopsticks and ate the noodles, "It tasted good."
"If you like it, eat it and don't waste it." Mo Fan is a person who advocates frugality.
She sat down in the dining chair, completely ignoring her image, with fluffy and messy hair. Not only did she finish the noodles, but she even drank the soup.
Maybe he was hungry for too long, or maybe he was very good at cooking noodles.
"Can you cook another bowl for me tomorrow morning?" She put down the bowls and chopsticks, burped, and looked at him with great anticipation.
Mo Fan stood by the dining table and looked at her sideways, "Are you really planning to live forever?"
"You really want to drive me away?" She frowned, her lips facing downward, looking aggrieved and pitiful.