Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Okay."

Song Yikai looked at his watch while leaving.

Jiang Beize sat on the head of the bed and looked at Song Nanye on the bed.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he was wounded all over. He didn't know what happened to him. Why did a person who fights so badly suffer so badly?

But he was not a fool. Seeing the book in his arms, he couldn't cry at the time.

He only found out when he returned to school that the leather book in the math textbook was gone.

This is the book he recorded everything about Jiang Beiyuan. He is very precious that book. He has been with him for many years. He always takes it with him every time he leaves, for fear of being taken away by others.

Then he turned around and looked for a notebook without saying anything, thinking that he was on the road, but he didn't want to see Song Nanye covered in blood.

He was really scared and silly at the time!

Especially when he fell into his arms without consciousness, for a moment, his heart stopped beating!

Fortunately, he came back to life again, it seems that there is nothing wrong with him now!

"I'm sorry." Jiang Beize returned to his senses, saying every word.

Song Nanye fished his ears, "Don't let me hear these three words again, bother!"

"Oh……"

Jiang Beize picked up the millet porridge on the table and handed it to his mouth.

"Do you want to drink?"

"Clumsy eyes? Didn't you see me hanging a bit?!"

Song Nanye didn't hold up his right hand in a hurry.

His intact left hand shrank into the bed subconsciously, not showing up.

Jiang Beize knew it, picked up the bowl, and fed him personally.

Spoon by spoon, delivered to his mouth personally.

Song Nanye sullenly drank the porridge, with no expression on his face, but an inconspicuous smug slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

A bowl of porridge was quickly finished.

Song Nanye snorted, "Go and ask me for a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, don't be so light, remember to add some garlic!"

"But the doctor said you can only eat light."

"Then no garlic!"

"I mean, you can only eat liquid food, preserved eggs and lean meat, you probably can't digest it."

"Stop talking nonsense! Am I your master? Just do what I ask you to do!"

"Oh……"

Jiang Beize went out with an empty bowl.

Song Nanye took out his left hand from the bed, clenched his fist and coughed twice on his lips.

Laughing.

Laughed arrogantly.

Brows and eyes that have not yet recovered, look bright at the moment.

Five minutes later, Jiang Beize came in again.

Still holding a bowl of millet porridge in his hand.

Seeing Song Nanye frowned, he quickly explained: "There is no preserved egg and lean meat porridge, only millet porridge!"

"Really?" Song Nanye squinted slightly and questioned his words.

"Hmm, really..."

Jiang Beize lowered his long eyelashes, their eyelashes trembling constantly, like two dense fans.

Song Nanye found that when Jiang Beize was in a guilty conscience, his eyelashes would shake very quickly.

But I didn't bother to expose him this time.

"Then millet porridge is ready! Do it!"

"Oh good..."

Jiang Beize was relieved in his heart and continued to feed him porridge.

After feeding two bowls of porridge, Song Nanye was full, waved to Jiang Beize to leave, saying that he was going to sleep.

He lay down and turned his back to Jiang Beize, who stood still and didn't move.

After thinking about it, Jiang Beize stepped forward and stretched out the corner of the clothes behind Song Nanye.

"Chun!" Song Nanye reflexively bounced off the bed, accidentally hitting the wound on his back, and he screamed in pain!

"Boy, what do you want to do to me?!"