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Chapter 798 They are just two words - do not match (2)

"Ying Muyao, have you been stimulated by anything recently?" Nanqiao asked tactfully.

She could understand when he said he chased her, and she could understand that he teased her on purpose, but she found it hard to accept that he took care of her like this...

She didn't forget how the two of them met. The two of them stayed together in the same ward. It was a nightmare, a shadow...

"..." Ying Muyao met her eyes, squinted his phoenix pupils, his cheeks tightened slightly, his thin lips raised on one side, and his face pressed towards her. When the distance was so close that it was quite ambiguous, he stopped and said slowly : "Yes, I was stimulated by you."

Warm breath swept her face, Nanqiao's eyelashes trembled, lowered his eyelids, pushed him and said: "Stay away, there is pressure."

Ying Muyao let out a low laugh, got up and pulled a chair aside to sit beside the hospital bed, took out his phone and started playing games.

Looking at Ying Muyao who was lazily sitting on the chair, Nanqiao slowly fell asleep.

After Ying Muyao finished playing a game, he looked up at the drip bottle, and it was almost over.

He rang the call bell, and after the nurse came to change the medicine bottle, he got a cup of hot water in the ward and applied it to Nanqiao's mouth with a cotton swab.

Looking down at the girl's slap-sized face, Ying Muyao sucked her cheeks, raised her eyebrows and said, "Nan, you are so lucky, I have never served my parents like this before."

Nanqiao woke up at eight or nine o'clock in the evening. She opened her eyes and moved her fingers, only to find that her hand seemed to be being grabbed. She turned her head to look.

Ying Muyao fell asleep lying on the bedside, holding her hand.

She knew she should pull her hand out now, but her hand seemed to lose all strength and she couldn't move it.

Looking at the white ceiling, Nanqiao let out a deep breath, what is this now?Obviously before, I wanted to strangle the other party to death, but why did it become like this after one semester?

Ying Muyao, the eldest young master of the Ying family, the heir of the group, the little prince of the nightclub, do you like her?

She is from an ordinary family, even if she breaks out in the entertainment industry in the future, that will be in the future.

They only have two words - they don't match.

Moreover, she would not like a man who is full of peach blossoms.

Nanqiao sighed in her heart, she suddenly seemed to regain consciousness in her hand, and she pulled it out without much effort.

Ying Muyao woke up, he opened his sleepy eyes, straightened his upper body and looked at Nanqiao, reacted for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, Nanqiao's neck couldn't help shrinking, watched him touch his forehead again, and then Said: "It doesn't seem to be hot anymore."

Nanqiao instantly forgot everything, only the joy of getting better, she said eagerly: "Then let's go back quickly, and find a place to eat by the way, I'm starving to death."

Ying Muyao didn't eat anything that day, and the two immediately took Nanqiao's cold medicine and left the hospital.

There are still many restaurants open in the hospital, and Nanqiao dragged Ying Muyao to a porridge shop.

Ying Muyao didn't go in anyway, thinking it was dirty, so he stuffed Nanqiao into the car and took her to Congee Ji, a bowl of porridge was several hundred...

It's not that I can't afford the porridge, it's just that I don't think it's necessary.

In the end, Nanqiao thought about Ying Muyao helping him today, so he went into Congee Ji and decided to treat him to a bowl of sky-high priced porridge to express his gratitude.

Nanqiao drank porridge that seemed to be piled up with money, and his mood was not as good as drinking a bowl of more than ten yuan.

Nanqiao couldn't help thinking that there was still a huge gap between them.

As soon as this sentence appeared in her mind, Nanqiao was shocked. Why did she think about the gap between them?

She clenched her spoon.

Nanqiao, what are you thinking? !Do you have feelings for him? !Fuck!Did you have a fever that burned your brain out? !

Closing his eyes hard, pressing these messy thoughts back to the back of his mind, Nanqiao concentrated on eating.

Ying Muyao looked at Nanqiao with his head down and colorful expressions on his face, the corners of his lips curled up.

(End of this chapter)