Ye Jia recognized his voice and was a little surprised: "Li Huan, is it you? Where is Xiaofeng?"
"She went out to buy food and forgot to bring her mobile phone. ╚26nbsp; 3f5e网 I had a minor car accident. She was just here to take care of me in the hospital..."
The word "care" emphasizes the tone, as if it is intentional emphasis.
Li Huan's voice was so calm for the first time, as calm as if he was making a strange explanation.
Ye Jia was stunned: "Car accident? Is it serious? Which hospital is it in? I'll come over and take a look right away..."
Li Huan gave her address, said she would see him later, and hung up the phone.
Feng Feng came back after buying a lunch box, porridge and some side dishes. When he saw Li Huan sitting slightly sideways, he hurriedly said: "Why are you sitting there? The injury on your waist..."
He said nonchalantly: "It's a small injury, it doesn't matter."
She glared at him, sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a small spoon to eat, but he didn't reach out to take the spoon: "Feng Feng, feed me..."
"You can obviously move your hands, why do you want me to feed you?"
His face was slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed: "Can't you feed me just once? Just this time, the last time, can't you?"
What do you mean, just this time, the last time? It sounds like a separation between life and death!
She laughed and took a spoon to feed him, thinking, why don't you just get hurt? It's really useless for a man to act like a coquettish person.
He ate spoonful by spoonful and looked at her intently. What he wanted in his heart was not the feeling of eating, but her rare tender and considerate feeling. But, how long can he give himself this feeling? Because
If it is rare, will it disappear faster?
His eyes were too passionate, but there was a strange sadness in the warmth. Feng Feng felt strange. When he was first injured, he was still comforting himself and kept saying it didn't matter. Why is his behavior a little abnormal today?
After finishing a bowl of porridge, someone knocked on the door gently. Feng Feng thought it was a medical staff and politely said: "Please come in."
The door opened and a man strode in. Feng Feng saw her face and choked up: "Ye Jia, you?"
With a smile on his face: "Xiaofeng, I heard something happened to Li Huan, so I came to take a look."
Li Huan kept observing her every slightest glance. She turned her face away, as if she didn't dare to meet Ye Jia's eyes. The fingers holding the spoon were trembling slightly. She didn't know whether it was the sudden joy of seeing him or the sudden joy of seeing him.
Confused.
This kind of look is the look when facing a lover, not when facing himself, almost thinking that he is of the same sex. He often wonders whether he looks similar to Zhu Zhu in Feng Feng's eyes.
Although feeling a touch of sadness, he remained calm and composed: "Xiaofeng, Ye Jia called you, I answered it for you and told him."
"oh."
Ye Jia smiled with a gentle attitude: "Li Huan, how are you?"
"Thank you, it's nothing serious, just a little scratch and it will be fine in a few days."
"How was the accident handled?"
"After being discharged from the hospital, go to the traffic police brigade. The other party is fully responsible. However, the person was seriously injured. Send the car to repair and hand it over to the insurance company."
"Who is that?"
"A drunk driver."
It was the first time the two of them talked calmly. Feng Feng sat aside blankly, unable to say anything or think of what to say.
After a while, she heard Li Huan say: "...Ye Jia, do you know Xiao Zhaoye and the others?"
"We know him. I also took Xiao Zhaoye to meet a calligrapher friend. That friend highly praised his calligraphy and said that there are very few people with such a level in China today. If he could only be a calligrapher, he would be considered competent."
Li Huan listened to his tone and asked, "Has Feng Feng told you all their origins?"