Hello, My Actress Darling

Why save me

Zhao Mochen was quickly sent to the best hospital in s city. The doctor did a detailed physical examination for him, and diagnosed several fractures of different degrees in his whole body. He needed to rest for at least half a month.

Jiang nianxue was listening, biting her lips.

After a while busy, assistant Lu left with the doctor, leaving only Zhao Mochen and Jiang nianxue in the ward.

"When are you going to install the sculpture there?" Zhao Mo Chen picked eyebrows.

"Why did you save me then? You should know, it's dangerous. Your life is worth more than mine. " Jiang nianxue's voice trembled and her lips turned white.

"I just saw it. I just helped." Zhao Mochen looked away.

"You are not such a warm-hearted person." Jiang nianxue said, even her eyes began to turn red.

"Of course I'm not so enthusiastic about other people." Zhao Mo Chen said lazily, "because it's you, I just did it."

Jiang nianxue's heart suddenly jumps, a kind of unspeakable complex emotion diffuses in the heart.

Zhao Mochen's hands and feet are bound with splints and plastered. He can only use his chin to indicate to Jiang nianxue, "come here."

Jiang nianxue thinks that there is something important, so she trots to his bed. But she slips at her feet and pounces directly on Zhao Mochen.

Even though she had reacted and carefully avoided the place where he was injured,

But as soon as she looked up, she found that the distance between her face and Zhao Mochen's was only ten centimeters, which was really ambiguous.

At this time, assistant Lu pushed the door and came in, "boss, you haven't had dinner yet. I bought it for you..."

Lu assistant looking at the front of the screen, automatically brain fill a big play. He quietly put his lunch box at the table, and as he walked out of the room, he said solemnly, "I don't see anything. Please go on. I'll leave first."

"Assistant Lu, it's not what you think. I want to go home, too." Jiang nianxue is dying.

"Stop." Zhao Mo Chen coolly called her, "you go, who feed me?"

As soon as Jiang nianxue turns her head, she sees that Zhao Mochen's arm is still in plaster cast.

A burst of guilt surged in her heart. She went to Zhao Mo Chen honestly and put on a gentle expression. "There are several kinds in this lunch box. Which one do you want to eat?"

Zhao Mochen changed a comfortable posture, "feed me a little of everything."

Jiang nianxue said, "so much, can you finish it?"

"You shouldn't doubt all my abilities." Zhao Mo Chen gave him a meaningful look.

"You can't even move your waist when you're lying in bed. It's hard not to be doubted." Jiang nianxue's tone is sarcastic.

Zhao Mo Chen squinted, "I can understand that you want to try?"

Jiang nianxue was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that she would be surrounded by Zhao Mochen. Her face turned red slightly. After a slight cough, she ladled a spoonful of porridge and handed it to him

Mouth, blunt said: "eat."

Zhao Mo Chen slightly frowned, "too hot."

Jiang nianxue blew for a while, and then passed it to his mouth. Unexpectedly, the old man still refused to eat, until Jiang nianxue patiently blew four times, he just barely ate.

Jiang nianxue repeated the feeding action n times, until she was so tired that she even sweated out, and finally served the old man until she had enough to eat and drink“ Now it's all right. " Jiang nianxue wiped the sweat on her forehead.

"I want to watch TV, usually this time I need to watch financial news." Zhao Mochen said.

Jiang nianxue helped him turn on the TV again.

"You sit beside me and watch with me." Zhao Mo Chen patted himself

The position of the edge.

Jiang nianxue began to doubt whether this guy was playing by his illness, but when he thought that it was true that he saved himself today, he had to sit by his side honestly.

Zhao Mochen watched the financial news report attentively for a while. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Jiang nianxue didn't know when she was asleep.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the picture of Jiang nianxue leaning on Gu zhiang's shoulder at noon.

He reluctantly moved another hand that could move, and put Jiang nianxue's head on his shoulder. When he felt Jiang nianxue's even breathing, Zhao Mochen felt comfortable all of a sudden.

That's the right style.