Kiss You, Sweetheart

Demi looks out the window. It's getting late. She's about to tell Zheng Baogang that she's going back to her apartment to cook, but her cell phone rings.

Naturally, it's song Zhixin.

She thought he knew that she was in the ward and would not say anything to her, so he answered in the room.

"Hello."

"From the elevator."

Isn't this guy gone yet? Demi frowned and hung up.

Zheng Baogang is lying on the bed weakly. Aunt Wang is taking care of him.

Demi said with a smile, "Dad, I'll go out for a while."

Zheng Baogang gave a very weak "um".

When Demi comes to the elevator, song Zhixin leans on the wall smartly. Even if he holds a thermos in his hand, it doesn't affect his temperament. He handed the thermos into Demi's hand in a very natural and unrestrained manner: "the rice for your father."

"What?" said Demi

Song Zhixin took her hand and asked her to hold the handle of the thermos: "don't be moved. I didn't do it and I won't do it. I asked the cook at home to make it. Go and give it to your father. "

"Why?" Demi is still a little Meng. "I'll just go back to my apartment and make it for him. Don't bother your cook."

Song Zhixin showed a little love in her eyes and stroked her face: "I don't want you to work so hard. After taking care of your father, I have to go home to cook." He said, hugging her. "I'll wait for you at the gate of the hospital. We'll be out tonight. Help yourself."

"Zhixin..." Understand the reason, Demi's heart, can't help a hot, some sour eyes.

It is not easy for the young master to think of this place.

"Don't be moved. I didn't do it. Go." Song Zhixin smiles, reaches for his hand and presses the elevator, "I'll wait for you."

"Well." Demi nodded, her eyes moist.

After watching song Zhixin enter the elevator, she went to the ward with a thermos. For the food, she naturally told a little lie, saying that it was made by her friend. Zheng Baogang was too weak to talk. He only said that when Li Xin's mother and son came, he would invite them to dinner and thank them.

Demi sighs. Where can she find such a good "friend"?

After dinner with Zheng Baogang, she left the ward.

In the deep winter, the night is cold and the wind is gusty. Song Zhixin stands at the door of the hospital, smoking freely. Everyone passing by can't help looking back at him.

How beautiful!

Demi walks over lightly. Song Zhixin feels something and tilts his eyes.

"It's so cold. I don't know how to wait in the hall."

"I'm not used to the smell of the hospital." Song Zhixin said, hugging Demi, throwing the cigarette end on the ground, crushing it, and holding her hand. It's strange that his hands, even if exposed in the cold wind, will not be cold.

Natural Romantic seed, which girl does not like such a pair of warm hands.

"What would you like to eat?" Asked song Zhixin.

Demi looked around. There were some small restaurants all around. Business was booming, but the hygiene was poor. It was mainly for the families of the patients. She's not picky, but song Zhixin's well fed stomach certainly can't get used to it. She thought for a moment and said, "when I go shopping in the supermarket, I seem to see a seafood self-service city. Let's go and eat that."

"Well, it's up to you." Song Zhixin embraces her and walks forward. He is very obedient.

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