The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 604 It Doesn't Matter What Happened One Second Ago

Wouldn't it be fun to meet again in this way after three years?
Although I don't know what he has experienced in the past three years, judging from his mature masculinity, Junyi has a playful look and a smile on his face, as if what happened a second ago doesn't matter.

Orange Juice lowered her eyes and tried to regain her sobriety. When she turned on the interior lights, she caught a glimpse of the man's clothes dyed bright red.

There were also several abrasions on the back of the hand, which was still beading blood.

"You are hurt?"

Ye Feng stared at her lightly, without speaking, he raised his hand to touch her face.

Orange Juice was so anxious that she grabbed his hand: "I'll send you to the hospital for bandages!"

He grabbed her and looked at her fixedly, "Are you still worried about me?"

"What nonsense? You're injured...you have to go to the hospital and let the doctor check to see if there are any other injuries!"

Hearing the little girl's crying begging, Ye Feng was shocked, and a playful smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Look at her tangled eyebrows, she is still as cute and special as ever.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Cheng Jue was worried that he still had serious wounds, so without thinking about it, he unbuttoned his shirt in front of Ye Feng, took it off and put it on him.

Ye Feng stared blankly at the little woman who only wore a silk vest with suspenders, and she could see the spring on her chest.

"Okay, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Don't—I have a knife wound on my back...would alert the doctor."

After three years, she must have known about his identity.

"Then...go to my house, I have a medicine kit at home, so I can simply bandage the wound first!"

After saying this, Orange Juice itself was shocked.

What is his status now?
If he was a bad guy, wouldn't she be leading wolves into the house?

But she couldn't see him getting hurt!

……

Orange Juice bandaged his wound, and then got busy caressing his beating little heart with lingering fear.

Fortunately, at that time, Li Zhi, a military doctor in the field army, took her and learned how to treat different wounds.

Ye Feng was half lying on the bed, and looked at the furnishings in the small bedroom. There was only a dressing table, a small sofa, and a wardrobe, and the room was tidy.

A few pots of green plants are placed on the window sill, adding a lot of vividness to the room.

"You live by yourself?"

Orange Juice took out the thermometer from his armpit and looked at it, "Fortunately, you don't have a fever, your body temperature is normal."

Ye Feng drank the cup of warm water with a gulp and said, "Don't you live at home? Why do you move out by yourself?"

He stared at her looking for medicine in the medicine box with her eyes lowered, and then saw her stuff two anti-inflammatory medicines into his mouth, and then gave him a glass of warm water and brought it in front of him, "If you take the medicine, the wound will not speak .”

Seeing him taking the medicine and taking the empty cup he handed back, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became silent.

Orange Juice said with some embarrassment, "I think it's time to move out and live alone. After all, we young people and our parents have different living habits."

"I..." Ye Feng took her hand, "Can I stay here tonight?"

Orange Juice was stunned.

"I'm dizzy." After speaking, Ye Feng lay down, "Don't worry, I won't snore at night."

"Hey! Your family won't look for you?" Orange Juice stared at him with those big watery eyes.

He's not polite at all, wouldn't he consider how helpless they would be in the same room as a lonely man and a widow?
"I'm a little hungry, I haven't finished my meal—" Ye Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed her, like a stray puppy suffering from the wind and cold.

"Then I'll go and see what else is in the refrigerator...how about I cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

"Okay." He smiled tiredly, as long as he has something to eat after he's been hungry for a long time, it doesn't matter what he eats.

Orange Juice looked at him with a rippling smile on his face, like a flower blooming in the silent night, so beautiful and reassuring.

Walking into the small kitchen, I set up a pot, filled it with water and covered it, and the orange juice started to cook the noodles.

Ding dong ding dong suddenly rang the doorbell.

(End of this chapter)