Quick Wear: Report to the Host, You have been Attacked!

Speaking of this, Ning Jun couldn't help sighing.

"You really care about the evening," Feng said. "Before I didn't come, the evening was a single room. There is a bathtub in the bathroom for bathing, and towels are at room temperature for 24 hours.

The meals prepared every day, if I guessed right, this is definitely not a lunch for patients, otherwise there will not be only fifteen.

Oh, it should be fourteen before I come.

So these are the meals your doctor ordered.

You take all the extra prepared meals and pick them up late, and then you pick up the rest. "

The words of the cover were well organized, and the doctors sitting behind the surveillance camera applauded warmly!

"This kid really has eyesight. What do I do? I seem to like this son-in-law more and more!"

"I don't like him! He picked up the pasta I wanted!"

"... How old are you, and are you angry with the young because of what you eat? Can you make it?"

"I don't care, he eats my pasta, I don't like him!"

Several doctors hurried to comfort the doctor who had been robbed of the pasta, and the scene was very chaotic.

In the room, Ning Jun was stunned by the sealed speculation.

She had already asked her about the circumstances and knew that he was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia.

The onset time of this disease is inherently unstable, and coupled with its mildness, it is even more difficult to know when it will occur.

Ning Jun can see from what Feng Biao said just now that Feng Biao is a smart man when he is not sick.

Ning Jun feels that as long as he feels late and he can accept him late, Feng Biao is the best place to stay late.

"Well, let's eat it quickly, or you will eat noodles if you don't eat noodles. Remember to have porridge for dinner!"

Ning Jun decided to leave quickly and leave time for the two young people to cultivate their feelings slowly.

So Feng Bao came to the desk with the pasta in one hand and the lean congee in one hand.

The desk is in the middle of the two beds, leaning to Xi's side.

Sealing is still the old-fashioned way, and Chong Xi beckoned. "It's time to charge again. Come, let's charge together."

Xi Yan came up nicely.

She wants to charge, she wants to glow.

Feng Bo asked Xi to sit in a chair and drink porridge, and he was ready to stand to eat noodles.

However, when Xi Yan raised his hands, holding the bowl in one hand, and picking up the spoon in one hand, Feng Pu's pupil who glanced at her suddenly shrank!

He quickly put down the pasta in his hands, carefully and pitifully holding Xi's hands, watching the fine bloodstains on the palms of her palms, and asked with a quivering voice: "Late night, who made this?"

Xi Yan was staring at the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, muttering in his mouth, "I want to charge, I want to glow."

But look at her blood-stained hands, how sealing can make her eat it.

"Okay, charge first. When you charge, tell me who bullied you, okay?"

Coaxed the child's tone, and was skillfully used.

"Charging." Xi Yan raised his eyes to look at Feng thin, and his black eyes were full of firmness.

It seems that there is nothing more important than charging in this world.

"Okay, charge." The emotion in Feng Bo's eyes was complicated.

Helpless, distressed and spoiled.

He held up the porridge bowl and fed Xi Xi to drink porridge.

The porridge is very sticky, it smells good, and it looks like it every night.

Just like it late.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Xi Yan's eyes fell on the pasta that was about to be eaten.