She is soft on my heart

Chapter 119 Not good for the next generation

After the little girl's shallow breathing gradually became even, Jiang Cong put away his phone and looked at her cute and peaceful sleeping face.

The small face the size of a palm, the tip of the nose is flushed around the eyes, the long eyelashes are slightly curled up, and it is still stained with moisture. It is even more distressing to look at it like this when he is asleep.

After sitting and staring at her for a while, Jiang Cong got up from the chair, stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, then lowered his body, reached out to caress her face, and gently and carefully wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes .

The boy's stern eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness at the moment, and his voice was extremely low because he was afraid of waking her up, "Little crying bag."

Jiang Cong thought, for Li Xingshen, he really lost completely, there was nothing he could do.

Even if he is unrequitedly in love, he is willing, who made him unable to do without his little crying bag.

Li Xingchen slept soundly this time, and when he woke up, the needles had been administered, the sky was dark, and the room was a little dizzy, so Li Xingchen's first reaction was to look at the chair beside the bed.

There is no one from Jiang Cong.

She froze for a moment, sat up, swept around the empty lounge, and called out tentatively, "Jiang Cong?"

No one should.

Li Xing drooped her shoulders, like a shriveled balloon, she was in a daze for a while, just as she lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, footsteps came from far and near outside.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she looked towards the curtain. Within a few seconds, Jiang Cong opened the curtain and walked in, holding a glass of water.

"Jiang Cong." She called out happily.

Jiang Cong turned on the light and walked over, "What's wrong?"

"I thought you were gone."

"If you don't leave, when did I lie to you?" Jiang Cong walked up to her and handed her the brown water in his hand.

Li Xingchen thought it was cold medicine, but after taking a sip, he found that it was brown sugar water.

Her ears were a little hot.I always feel that this kind of thing bothers him, a bit embarrassed.

The temperature of the brown sugar water was just right, so she finished it obediently.

"What time is it now, have I slept for a long time?"

Jiang Cong took the cup and replied, "School is just over in the afternoon. Don't go to class tonight. Go back and rest. I'll ask your deskmate to ask for leave from the teacher."

Li Xingshen immediately shook his head, looked at him and said, "I'm much better, Jiang Cong, I want to go back to class."

Jiang Cong said "tsk", "You can't suffer if you miss two classes with this score."

"No." Li Xingchen lowered his voice, lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and pursed his lips, "It's very quiet at home, I don't want to go back alone."

Jiang Cong was taken aback, his eyes flickered, and after a few seconds of silence, he raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Are you really all right?"

Li Xingchen raised his face and nodded emphatically.

Seeing that her complexion had returned, Jiang never insisted, the two talked to Dr. Su, and then left the infirmary.

"You go back first, I'll smoke a cigarette." In fact, smoking was just an excuse, and Jiang never planned to go back with her, after all, there were so many people on the road.

Li Xingchen saw that he didn't speak, and seemed to understand his intentions, so he went back to Mingzhi Building first.

The class was still noisy as usual, when she walked in, everyone stopped talking and looked at her, but Xiao Jia and Ru Ling were the only ones who immediately came up to care.

Li Xingchen told them that he was fine, returned to his seat, and found a bag of things on the table.

Xiao Jia came over quietly, "Boss Jiang bought it for you."

Li Xingchen opened the bag, and there were not only cold medicines, but also brown sugar and baby warmers.

The brown sugar package was unpacked. Thinking of the cup of brown sugar water he drank just now, Li Xingchen realized that Jiang Cong left to buy these.

"Are you reconciled?" Xiao Jia squinted with a smile.

In fact, she and Ru Ling went to the infirmary once in the middle, but just happened to encounter the scene of Li Xing sleeping and Jiang Cong leaning over the bed. The two of them saw this scene through the window, their feet slipped and fell in the corridor outside. .

The ass blossomed, and the two of them were in pain and happiness at the time.

Li Xingchen curled up the corners of her lips, rather than replying to Xiao Jia, she was more like talking to herself: "It should be considered... reconciliation."

Xiao Jia's heart blossomed, and she felt that the math paper in front of her was much more pleasing to the eye.She decided to reward herself with a big red cross while she was in a good mood.

Li Xingchen took out a box of cold medicine, and found that there was a note on it, his ugly words were so recognizable, Li Xingchen couldn't help laughing.

Although ugly, it can be seen that the writing is very serious: Take your medicine well, kid.

Li Xingchen tore off the note, took out a notebook, pasted it on the first page, scratched it with her fingertips, and then thought of something, she turned her head and looked, Jiang Cong was already sitting on the seat.

As if telepathically, he raised his eyelids and looked towards the front row. Amid the chaos and noise, his eyes met.

"Are you in good health?"

A low voice beside him interrupted the staring, Li Xingshen retracted his gaze, with the corners of his mouth slightly bent, looking at Qiu Qize, and replied in a gentle voice: "I'm fine now, thank you."

Her tone was polite, with a touch of alienation, but the deep smile in her eyes had not faded away, adding a bit of color to her words.

This was the first time she showed a sincere and brisk smile after adjusting her seat.

Qiu Qize nodded, "Well, that's good."

Maybe Qiu Qize's concern sounds very formulaic, but no one will ever know that there is also a box of cold medicine in the innermost pocket of the desk pocket, a box of cold medicine that has no chance to be given out.

Qiu Qize pushed his glasses, and talked about another thing: "In addition, some changes have been made to the sanitation table. You will clean it with Xiao Jia on Wednesday, so you don't need to clean it tonight."

Li Xingshen nodded and smiled at him, "Thank you."

Qiu Qize wanted to say no thanks, Jiang never mentioned it to him, so he would know what Pan Pan did.But for some reason, he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

After school was over in the evening, Li Xingchen deliberately stayed a little late, and waited until almost everyone in the class had left before putting on her schoolbag. When she went out, she glanced behind her. looked at her, but didn't move.

Seeing her looking over expectantly, his lips curled into a seemingly non-existent arc, ruffian.

Seeing that he was still not moving, Li Xingshen had no choice but to go downstairs first.

Only then did Jiang get up, throwing his coat over his shoulders, and followed him out.

"The flower protector is in place today." Yang Lang tutted.

"He's alive, brother Cong is finally alive." Feng Cheng wiped away tears that didn't exist.

"Brothers, it's over!"

That's right, the group of people behind have been in the low pressure center for a month.

Li Xingshen found that when she stopped, Jiang Cong would stop, keeping a distance not too close or too far from her.

She was a little puzzled.Just keep going like this.

Because she didn't know, the current Jiang Cong thought he was a humble unrequited love.

When she got downstairs, she turned her head and saw Jiang Cong standing under a tree, with a lighter in his hand.

Li Xing went up to the second floor, looking down from the corridor window, Jiang Cong lit a cigarette and was smoking.

She thought about it, took out her phone, turned it on, and sent him a message.

Li Xingchen: 【Stop smoking. 】

Jiang Cong took out his vibrating phone, raised his eyebrows when he saw the message, and before he could throw away the cigarette, the next message popped up.

Li Xingchen: [It's not good for the next generation. 】

Jiang Cong: "..."

He froze for a moment, smiled with his lips curled up, threw the cigarette away, and typed: 【Already thinking of my next generation? 】

The other side quickly replied: [Well, after all, such a good gene cannot be affected by bad habits. 】

Li Xingshen was serious about persuading him to quit smoking, and Jiang Congzai was serious about being poor.

Jiang Cong: [You don't want such a good gene, it's not for nothing. 】

This time, it took several minutes before she returned.

Eight words: [Go home early and have a safe journey. 】

Jiang Cong: "..."

(End of this chapter)