After modification, enter the love game

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Miss Ella stood in front of the window until she was awakened little by little by the morning light, like a gorgeous sunflower.

In the reflection of the glass, the girl reached out and pulled the naughty strand of hair out of her lips.

With her chin half raised, she put her hands along her fair neck and gathered her long hair that looked like golden threads in the sunlight.

smile.

"Good morning!"

Ella said to her reflection with a smile.

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Name: Christmas hat (male)

Type: Props (Clothing)

Quality: Purple Excellent

Equipment requirements: Complete head (human male)

Effect: After equipping, there is a high probability that the first thing the other party says when they see you will be "Are you Santa Claus?"

Description: The day before yesterday, the police arrested a criminal, male, 110 years old, meters tall, weighing kg, wearing a red shirt and hat and a red and white cotton jacket. At present, the man has been detained on multiple charges including "trespassing", "overseas transportation", "privately raising protected animals", and "using illegal means of transportation".

"Son, why did you call the police to have me arrested? Didn't you promise to become a man who shakes the world?"

Reports showed that the man broke into a house late at night and stuffed a bazooka into the owner's socks at the head of the bed.

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"Good morning."

Sitting on the hospital bed, Jiang Mu closed the laptop on his lap.

He raised his hand towards Ella who pushed the door open.

He was just looking at the props from yesterday's interlude, wondering what they were used for.

Miss Juliet is still the same today, wearing simple and affordable clothes, but with a beautiful temperament that is not simple at all.

If someone is willing to hold a camera and follow this girl to record all the way, they will definitely find that the girl who walked into the ward is more beautiful than the girl who cooked, took the bus, greeted the grandma who fried dough sticks, and dozed off on the bus seat.

That is the look you would have when you meet the right person.

Much more beautiful.

"How is your recovery?"

Ella said as she took out the lunch box from the bag.

"Same old, I feel like there are needles constantly drawing blood from my limbs, and I feel tired even after walking a few hundred meters." Jiang Mu regretted, "I don't know when I can recover to the strength to fight three Li Huas at the same time."

"You deserve it." Ella said calmly, "You actually ran so hard that your body became rhabdolytic. I didn't realize how hard you worked!"

"Haha, after all, someone saved my life." Jiang Mu smiled, "I was often cheated by others in the past, so I remember people who are good to me more deeply."

He said it calmly, but Ella's hand that was about to lift the lid paused for a moment.

Of course she knew what was hidden behind the words "often being cheated by others", so of course she also knew what the phrase "remember it more deeply" meant.

How do you create a hero? Give him a hard life, a miserable childhood, let him see the evil of human nature, and finally give him a little love.

Maybe a cake too.

Hmm, let me think, how to make a cake...

Does Grandpa Liu know this? He is a master of Chinese cuisine, but birthday cake and Chinese cuisine should have nothing to do with each other... If I go and ask him directly, will I be scolded?

How to deliver it is also a problem.

You can't just send it directly, right?

Although he seemed to know that he had been to the "cinema", wasn't it a bit too obvious to just give it to him directly?

Ella blushed for no apparent reason.

She coughed lightly to cover up: "Come here, I brought you breakfast, and Grandpa Liu made soup for you."

"Wow, so rich."

The lunch box was handed over, which contained a health-preserving chicken soup with Chinese angelica, astragalus, chuanxiong, codonopsis, wolfberry and other herbs. The heat had permeated every inch of the soup, and it made one feel intoxicated just by smelling it.

It is indeed Liu Bujun's cooking. The old man is hot-tempered when scolding people, but he is very patient when making soup. It's a pity that he is old and has limited energy for things other than scolding, so each table is only allowed to order one soup dish.

This is a hard and fast rule. Even if the provincial leaders come...

...We'll talk about it when it really comes.

Jiang Mu sniffed twice: "Thank the old man for me."

"He said you're welcome," Ella recalled. "Although Grandpa Liu cursed a lot, he still cared about you. He said you must be bored lying in bed, so you should stop growing hair on your body."

Jiang Mu was deeply moved.

He found that his stereotype of Liu Yan was a bit serious.

Although the old man curses at people, he actually has a gentle and kind heart.

"By the way, Grandpa Liu also asked me to tell you that since you have so much free time, remember to write more articles when you have time... Uh, what does this sentence mean?"

Jiang Mu: "..."

He felt that he was moved too early.

It turns out that you are craving for my love poems.

By the way, I remember it was said in the movie that the old lady was a well-known intellectual. Wouldn't she be surprised how Liu Bujun suddenly became so talented?

Think about it carefully and you will understand.

It doesn't matter where the poem comes from.

It's fine as long as Liu Bujun reads it to her.

The poem may not be my own, but the feelings are definitely my own.

...Tsk, you two old couple are so in love, but I, a writer, am the only one sitting there, facing the wall and shutting myself in?

What's there to write? I won't write anymore!

Intellectuals also have dignity!

Jiang Mu drank a mouthful of soup angrily.

He took another sip silently.

Take another sip.

...But then again, the old man is so good to me.

It's no big deal to help with the writing.

If you want to make trouble for anyone, don’t make it against the chef.

Jiang Mu drank the soup happily.

Ella watched Jiang Mu drink the soup happily.

For some reason, watching Jiang Mu eat, the girl felt an inexplicable sense of joy and satisfaction in her heart.

I was so happy that the corners of my lips unconsciously raised.

It feels like holding a very sweet fructose in your mouth.

Strange, this soup was not made by me?

Am I the kind of person who really likes watching food shows?

Miss Ella was confused.

The large breakfast was quickly cleared.

Jiang Mu was just about to turn around and look for a tissue to wipe his mouth when Ella handed him a tissue.

In her other hand, she was holding a cup filled with lukewarm water.

Pour water at body temperature into your mouth to wash away the rich aftertaste.

Jiang Mu let out a long sigh and sighed, "It's so good to be a patient."

Ella understood immediately.

As she closed her lunch box, she joked, "If you want, I can take care of you even if you're not sick."

After Ella finished speaking, she waited for Jiang Mu's rebuttal.

Maybe something like “A reliable adult male has to rely on himself for everything”?

The girl whispered.

She had seen it on her phone, saying that mature women should be like this.

Learn to anticipate what the other person will say and be prepared to respond.

Always show the leisurely and calmness of a mature woman.

Then Ella saw Jiang Mu, who looked thoughtful.

It seems that he is really thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Ella: "..."

The mature woman of the future is obviously not very mature now.

So she started to panic...

Although even Ella herself didn't know what she was panicking about.

"Although it's not taking care of me, I really do have a favor to ask of you." Jiang Mu seemed to be thinking about something.

Ella replied immediately: "I'm very busy on weekdays. I have to go to class, go to Grandpa Liu's place, and take care of the hygiene at home, so I can only take care of you on Sunday mornings! By the way, what do you like to eat in the morning?"

Jiang Mu: "..."

Why did the topic turn here?

And now that you've said that, how could I possibly have the nerve to bother you to come over and help me.

I'm not that kind of feudal landlord.

Ella's face flushed red.

Blood red.

She turned around quickly and slapped her cheeks with her hands.

Twist it back again.

Light cough.

"What can I help you with?"

The girl looked serious.

"Forehead……"