Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

In the end, he didn't get the sweet and sour tenderloin made by Han Jinyan.

The sweet and sour fish he had planned to cook was boiled in his ordinary white water, and the sweet and sour fillet was cooked according to the book. Although it was not quite the same as expected, the dishes they planned were all served on the table one by one.

Ji Rao takes Han Jinyan and asks him to have dinner.

Fortunately, Han Jinyan is very good this time, and he doesn't make noise at dinner.

Ji Rao has a sweet and sour tenderloin.

It's terrible.

He can't do it.

He wants to eat Han Jinyan's.

"Sincerely, will you make sweet and sour tenderloin for me?"

Han Jinyan grabs the rice in the bowl without even raising his head.

"Han Jinyan."

Maybe Ji Rao's voice is a little loud. Han Jinyan looks up at Ji Rao blankly.

"Say you love me."

Han Jinyan dropped his eyes and continued to eat, as if he didn't hear it.

Ji Rao gave a bitter smile.

Han Jinyan's spirit is getting worse and worse. He is not obedient and does not take medicine. He becomes moody, anxious and depressed. He does not wake up for several days.

Ji Rao's patience is limited, but he is willing to give all his patience to Han Jinyan. If he has no patience, he has to be patient. Because Han Jinyan refused to take medicine every day, he was anxious to get on fire and couldn't sleep at night.

Han Jinyan sometimes gets up in the evening and makes Ji Rao nervous. He hasn't had a good sleep for several days.

Pop.

Ji Rao suddenly woke up.

At this time, it was two o'clock in the morning, and the man beside him disappeared again. Ji Rao got out of bed and went out, "sincerely."

He went downstairs and saw that Han Jinyan had broken the cup. He wanted to reach for it.

"Don't move!" Ji Rao went to Chao Han and stretched out his hand. "Come here, don't pick it up. I'll do it later. Come here."

He was afraid that Han Jinyan would scratch himself clumsily.

Han Jinyan saw an eye, his hand dropped an eye, continue to take care of oneself of pick up.

"Don't pick it up. I'll sweep it later. Come here."

Han Jinyan didn't seem to hear it. He picked up the pieces and put them in his hand one by one. Finally, when he picked up a big piece, because he couldn't put it down, he grasped it subconsciously, and a wisp of blood slipped from Han Jinyan's hand.

"Han Jinyan!" Ji Rao didn't even care that he was barefoot. He stepped on the glass slag with two steps, but he didn't feel the pain. He reached out and pulled Han Jinyan up, knocked out the glass in his hand, and then dragged the man outside.

He picked up Han Jinyan's hand, saw a big cut, and finally couldn't help shouting, "what do you want? What do you want! Why don't you listen? Do you know how tired I am! You drink water, I can pour it for you. Can you stop tormenting people like this, Han Jinyan! "

Han Jinyan was stunned.

He didn't understand.

He didn't know.

He doesn't know anything. He doesn't understand anything.

Ji Rao gasped. He looked up and tried to hold back his tears, but the tears ran down his eyes.

"Pain..."

Ji Rao thinks Han Jinyan is talking about his own hand, but when he turns his head, he sees Han Jinyan looking at his feet.

"Pain..."

He loves you very much.

Even if he doesn't know who you are now.

Even if he forgets everything now.

But seeing you hurt, he'll still be upset.

Ji Rao finally rushed into Han Jinyan's arms, "I'm too tired, I'm too tired, when can you come back to see me..."