Sweetheart,Don't run away

Aimeng blinked for a moment, tears began to appear in the corner of his eyes, but the tears rolled, in the end he could not bear to fall. She raised her hand with difficulty.

"Xiaole. I'm sorry

"Well, as long as you can figure out the things, it's meaningless to say sorry to me. As you know, we don't want to see such things happen, but some things happen just like that, so there's no way. Now you should make your body recover, and you can't do it again, do you think I think those people who search outside day and night are all for Mo Yanke, so shouldn't you cheer up more? "

Aimeng closed his eyes, tired.

"I know that, but it hurts here."

Then Shen Luo, who just went out, came in and pushed the food. Kang Xiaole stood up and said. "Eat

"Mengmeng, you can eat. You have the strength to get up and continue to search. If you look like this, you will make everyone worried."

"Yes, Mengmeng, get up and eat." Kang Xiaole agreed and reached out to help Aimeng. It's just Aimeng is lazy and doesn't mean to sit up half a minute.

"I don't want to. You don't have an appetite. Eat it. " She said no in a dumb voice.

"No way." Kang Xiaole gently advised. "If you don't eat, you can't survive. If you don't eat, you will collapse and you won't be able to wait. What can Ke do? You know, although we haven't found anyone yet, as Jing Hao said, there is no news, that means it's good news. If this man has not been found, why don't we think for the better? If he is lucky, he will not die at all. Maybe he has been rescued. Besides, Mo Yanke is a capable man. He was wearing a bullet proof vest at that time. I'm not sure that the bullet was deviated. We are not Should we think for the better

In an instant, tears came down from the corner of Aimeng's eyes.

Mo Yanke, it's the wound in her heart. As long as he doesn't find it, the wound will be hurt again and bleed.

AI Meng still did not move, shaking some dry pale lips said. "I'm not hungry. I'll eat later."

I'm not hungry.

I haven't been eating or drinking for a day. How can I not be hungry.

If she wants to eat for a while, how long will it be? I don't know how long it will be, or she doesn't want to eat at all.

she just wants to fast and close herself in this way.

Xiaole is angry and upset again.

"Don't make excuses for yourself. You don't want to eat after a while," Kang Xiaole said coldly. He had to be a little strict and taught Aimeng a lesson. "You're not in the mood to eat, I understand. But even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about others. Do you know how many people are now looking for Mo Yanke, and they don't even care to eat. They are all searching there. But you've played a trick like fasting for me here. How old are you? Do you have any brain Whether you think about yourself or not, I'll trouble you to think about others. "

She had to take it a little more seriously.

Aimeng's eyelids blinked a little, and then supported himself and sat up slightly. Kang Xiaole rushed forward to help.

Raised a slightly trembling hand, and when he touched the spoon, he grasped it tightly. Then, under Kang Xiaole's gaze, he tried to scoop the millet porridge with the spoon and deliver it to his mouth. Hand, is not much strength, so the hand in the spoon, because of the shaking of the arm, shake out a lot. Kang Xiaole is a step faster than him.

She grabbed the spoon that AI Meng was holding in her hand, picked up the bowl of millet porridge, and naturally sent it to AI Meng's mouth. Aimeng's eyes, there is a faint flash of tears, but soon swept past.

She opened her mouth and swallowed the spoon of porridge. In fact, she didn't want to eat anything, but Xiaole said that even if it wasn't for herself, she had to eat it for the sake of those hard-working people outside. If you don't want to eat it, you have to eat it.

Warm porridge, although no taste, but into the stomach, but let her have a slight burning pain, a bad mood, rising in her heart. She forced it down. After eating a few spoonfuls, she gathered her strength, but she didn't want to be so weak to be served by others. Her nature was so strong and stubborn that she couldn't tolerate such weakness. So she refused Kang Xiaole's feeding and ate it by herself. Spoonful after spoonful, swallowed without feeling.

"Don't patronize porridge, just order!" Kang Xiaole advised.

She picked up the chopsticks, shaking hands, although trembling, but still for their own folder vegetables, eat into the mouth.

In this way, the meal ended.

Shen Luo and Kang Xiaole look at each other, and they see ease in each other's eyes. It's good to be able to eat. As long as you can eat, there's no obstacle!It's just that it's too early to relax. As soon as the plate was removed from the table, the table didn't reach its end. Aimeng "vomited" and suddenly twisted her head. She covered her face with one hand and grabbed the napkin that was still on her leg with the other. A bend, she "poof" a, vomit out, all vomit into the napkin.

Shen Luo and Kang Xiaole suddenly changed their faces.

Aimeng basically vomited all the inventory in his stomach, and then stopped.

She has no appetite at all!

Don't want to eat, the whole body refused to eat, but, for those who care and day and night people, she has endured until now, forced to put things in her mouth!

She pulled open the thin blanket and got out of bed as if she was still rubbish, but she was pulled down by Kang Xiaole.

"Just lie down for me." She is helpless, and some gas, and one hand grabbed her napkin.

She didn't expect that Mengmeng would come to this move. After eating this good thing, she vomited it back to her.

Shen Luo coldly lowered a face, vision Shan Shan Shan, but seem to be what all didn't happen general, lightly say. "It's estimated that the intestines and stomach can't accept the food all of a sudden. In this way, I'll ask the kitchen to get some vegetables or something. You can drink some vegetables and eat a bowl first. It's the same thing."

"Yes, since you can't eat, eat something else. Anyway, you must give me something to eat." Kang Xiaole has some impulse to get angry.