At the Qingguo Inn across the wall, Zheng Feiyu was staring at Lily with Lilan.

He An went to the kitchen to boil eggs and left the frozen father and daughter. Sitting on the swing cradle, Suzuran clutched the fat **** and pouted her small mouth. She was ready to "drop a bomb" at any time. Zheng Feiyu sat on the opposite rattan chair with a sad look on his face and had no idea how to resolve the tension.

I don't know who they are more helpless.

Fortunately, He An walked shortly, and returned in a small bowl five or six minutes later.

The bowl was filled with warm brown sugar water, immersed in a white and tender water blanched egg. The egg yolks are cooked just right, they are moisturized and not runny, and when they touch a spoon, they jitter like jelly.

"what--"

Lily of the valley is a small tortoiseshell cat, which immediately stretches its neck and opens its mouth as a fledgling.

He An gave the bowl to Zheng Feiyu, said with a smile: "Come and feed."

"……Thank you."

Zheng Feiyu was a little surprised.

He certainly understood He An's intentions. He took the small bowl, and his heart was full of gratitude for a moment.

After supper, Lily of the Valley gave a short full meal, two eyelashes covered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He An unbuttoned the bib for her, wiped the corners of her mouth, covered the blanket, and then sat aside, slowly shaking the swing cradle.

Before long, Lily of the Valley fell asleep sweetly. He An got up and went back to the bedroom. He took a pack of sanitized cotton and a bottle of fresh muscle cream, and said to Zheng Feiyan softly, "It's your turn."

Zheng Feiyu hurriedly untied the gauze around his wrists, revealing the injured flesh.

Strange to say, the same application of medication, Xu Ma's careful movement will cause him to sweat cold, and once changed to He An, occasionally unskilled heavy, but he did not even frown.

No pain at all.

Love is really the best narcotic.

and many more.

This sentence is good, you can earn points.

Zheng Fei immediately told this to He An, let him guess why he didn't hurt, and planned to answer whatever he guessed, "No, because love is the best narcotic."

I did not expect He Anhui's eyes were like a torch. He held a small cotton ball in his hand and stared at him for a while. He said, "Why don't you hurt? It's a love story. "

Zheng Feiyu: "..."

"Zheng Feiyan, love is not talked like this, not just by talking love," He An reminded him kindly.

"How can I get extra points?" Zheng Feiyu asked.

"Well ... you have to figure it out on your own, and ask me directly for cheating. Points will be deducted."

He An scared him.

Zheng Feiyu also cooperated, pretending to be frightened, shrugged his shoulders, no longer said anything, and quietly watched He An bowed his head to apply medicine to him, only a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

There are often sayings in the hard years that make you live like years. On the other hand, the days of gratification are like a calendar blowing through the wind, and they turn over a month in a blink of an eye.

The summer is coming to an end, and the town of Luoyang has entered the early autumn. Zheng Feiyu is still earning points tirelessly.

Why didn't he know that the so-called "earning points" was just a metaphor? But he is still willing to take this as a romantic agreement with He An, and pay twelve minutes of hard work for it. At least recently, when He An met him on the street, he would have smiled from the bottom of his heart, and even the epic difficult Lisu Lan no longer rejected him a thousand miles away-although it was not close. .

And just when hope just sprouted, the town of Luoyang welcomed an uninvited guest.

This afternoon, Redberry West Point House was at a trough. The waiters went to rest. Zheng Feiyu was idle and leaned against the bar. He cleaned the grinder with a small wooden brush. Suddenly, the bell jingled, someone pushed open the glass door and walked towards him in the direction, and then stood still in front of the bar, and didn't open an order for a long time.

Zheng Feiyu felt strange and looked up.

I saw a long young man standing in front of him, wearing a hoodie, sunglasses, a mask, and a peaked hat, fully armed, he could not see his face at all, for fear of being recognized.

When he saw Zheng Feiyan noticed himself, he immediately plucked the hair next to his ear.

Then the studs flashed a icy light.

Zheng Feiyan wasn't interested in such weird outfits. He was even more indifferent to the glittering brand logo on the youth. He asked quite formulaically, "What do you want to drink?"