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Chapter 412 The Sick Young Master's Weightlifting Goblin ([-])
Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, his face was obviously much worse, and he stared at Tu Zhimeng with cold eyes.

"I never say my words a second time."

Tu Zhimeng paused when she put something into her mouth, her long eyelashes trembled, and she nodded slowly: "Oh, then it goes without saying, I heard it."

Lu Yu: "..."

Originally, he was in a much better mood because he met a bosom friend in the post bar, but the girl's soft words wiped out his good mood immediately.

He doesn't want to say a word to Tu Zhimeng now, he just slides the wheelchair by himself, arrives in front of the dining car, fills a bowl of lean meat porridge, and puts it into his mouth with a spoon.

The delicious food calmed his restless mood little by little.

Tu Zhimeng watched quietly from the side as he drank the whole bowl of lean meat porridge, then the corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction, and it disappeared in an instant, revealing her doubts: "If you continue like this, you won't starve to death for the rest of your life." of."

Lu Yu: "..."

"Whatever you do, you have to persevere. It's not good for you to give up halfway like this. It was my fault yesterday. Today I have realized my mistake and I won't stop you. So you can rest assured and be hungry."

The little girl spoke solemnly and deeply.

Lu Yu: "..."

"I think what you said makes sense. If you die, you can't be a starving ghost, so I want to eat enough." As he spoke, he filled another bowl of porridge and drank it like a puff.

The disgust in the fundus of the eyes obviously deepened.

Tu Zhimeng pursed her lips, and muttered in a low voice, "If you don't want to die, just say it."

There was obvious disappointment in his tone.

Lu Yu was keenly aware of the little girl's disappointment, couldn't help frowning, and asked, "What? Is my death good for you?"

The little girl laughed and waved her hands again and again: "No, no, I want to help you."

Lu Yu glanced at her coldly, put down the bowl, didn't want to say anything more, turned around, rolled the wheels to the bed, and wanted to go to bed and rest.

It's just that his legs are inconvenient now, and it's a bit difficult to get up.

Holding the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair with both hands, he tried to use his strength to get up, but it was useless. As soon as he got out of the wheelchair, he sat down again. After a pause for two seconds, he had to use the same method to get up again.

Tu Zhimeng watched, with a little helplessness on his face, stood up and walked over, regardless of Lu Yu's wishes, easily picked him up and put him on the bed.

The whole movement was done in one go, without a half-second pause.

Lu Yu's body froze, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were filled with indistinct shock.

It was just the second time he was hugged by Tu Zhimeng.

The first time we met, she was also the one who carried herself into the wheelchair.

Although he knew that she was a weightlifting champion, he couldn't help being surprised when he was picked up by her.

Although Tu Zhimeng looks very strong, but his height is only about 1.5 meters eight, and he can hug a grown man, which shows how strong he is.

"Let me tell you, after you go to the treatment and stand up again, it will be easier to think about death?" The little girl suggested sincerely.

Lu Yu froze for a moment, as if he was a little shaken by what he said.

"But I just want to make a small suggestion, as long as you are happy, Young Master Lu."

Tu Zhimeng took the words back lightly, turned around and pushed the dining car out, closing the door behind her.

After returning to the room, Tu Zhimeng opened the post, saw Lu Yu's reply, raised the corners of her lips, revealing two sweet dimples.

The fish is hooked.

(End of this chapter)