Song Zhiyue nodded and looked at Feng Chen: "Let's go." ”

Sealed the dust and walked out of the ward with her.

The hospital in the town is no better than the hospital in the city, except for the fruit shop, there is only a small restaurant or noodle restaurant.

The two walked into the noodle restaurant, it was already late, there was no one in the shop, and the owner was ready to close.

Seeing them come in, the boss warmly beckoned them to sit down.

The environment of the store is average, with greasy floodlights on the tabletops.

Song Zhiyue took a tissue and wiped the table, especially the one in front of Feng Chen.

She had already eaten dinner, so she ate alone.

When Feng Chen was eating noodles, she held her chin with one hand and looked at him without blinking.

The man's face is cold, his facial features are three-dimensional and delicate, his eyebrows are thick and dark, the bridge of his nose is high, and his lips are thin......

Just as she was fascinated, Feng Chen suddenly raised his head and confronted her unprepared.

Feng Chen said unhurriedly: "If you want to eat, I can feed you." ”

Song Zhiyue subconsciously shook her head, and after reacting to what he said, her eyes lit up, and she nodded, "Okay." ”

Feng Chen was stunned, he said that sentence just now, because after discovering that she was peeking at herself, to avoid the embarrassment of the two, he said casually, and there was a bit of joke in his words, but he didn't expect her to really nod.

Seeing that he didn't act for a long time, Song Zhiyue pursed his mouth: "You won't regret it, will you?" ”

Feng Chen's thin lips moved, and he was about to speak, when he saw Song Zhiyue and said, "Manly man, speaking must count." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Chen picked up the noodles and fed them to her mouth.

She ate it into her mouth and said happily, "One more bite." ”

Feng Chen didn't hesitate this time, and fed her a piece of beef.

The proprietress with a big belly laughed when she saw the scene of the two feeding.

Song Zhiyue, who was still cheeky just now, suddenly felt hot on her face, and she was a little embarrassed.

The dust noodles do not change color, bow your head and continue to eat noodles.

After eating, the two went back to the hospital.

***

After Jiang Fengxing finished the meeting, he came out of the conference room, and the secretary who was waiting outside said, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Lu is in your office. ”

Jiang Fengxing raised his eyebrows, glanced at his watch, it was still early before he got off work, what was he doing here?

He went back to the office, Lu Zhenming was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, and there was a cup of coffee with a sparse white mist on the table in front of him.

"It can't be that Shi Hui has found out something again, right?"

But even if that's the case, what is there to say on the phone, why does he have to run in person?

Lu Zhenming closed the magazine in his hand and put it on the table: "I'm looking for you to do me a favor." ”

After Jiang Fengxing sat back at his desk, he took a big sip of water, and his dry and sore throat was a little more comfortable: "What's the matter?" ”

Lu Zhenming got up, took out the design of the ring from his pocket and gave it to him: "Make this ring and give you a month." ”

Jiang Fengxing picked up the drawings and looked at them, and his eyes lit up: "Who designed this?" ”

Lu Zhenming said faintly: "The person who designed this ring, I'm afraid you won't believe it when you say it." ”

When Ye Lingyu gave him the design drawing, he was also surprised, he didn't expect that the woman still had two brushes.

The outside world said that the woman was good for nothing except that she was good-looking.

But when he got the drawings in his hands and looked at them for the first time, he knew that the rumors outside could not be fully believed.

"Who?" Jiang pursued curiosity.

"Ye Lingyu." Lu Zhenming spit out a name lightly.

Jiang Fengxing was surprised, was she?