About an hour later, Xu Rongrong woke up from his sleep.
On the bedside were steaming chicken soup, soft and easy-to-digest meat porridge, and Zhan Yiyang's smiling eyes.
"Yiyang..." Xu Rongrong called softly with a hoarse voice.
Zhan Yiyang was startled for a moment, then looked at her happily, "Rongrong, you can actually speak!"
Xu Rongrong was also stunned for a moment. She had just naturally wanted to call Zhan Yiyang and had forgotten that she had lost her voice, but she didn't expect that she actually made a sound.
"I can speak now... Yiyang..." Xu Rongrong raised his head excitedly and looked at Zhan Yiyang. Although his voice was hoarse and no longer sweet as before, he could finally hear the meaning clearly.
"Rongrong, I know you are very excited, but your throat has been traumatized. It is better to speak less now. When your throat subsides, you can talk as long as you want." Zhan Yiyang was happy for Xu Rongrong at first.
, and then at a glance, he saw a thick purple line under Xu Rongrong's raised neck.
Seeing the bruise, Zhan Yiyang's heart felt as if it was blocked. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Xu Rongrong with both hands. While patting Xu Rongrong's back, he softly advised her to stop talking.
Xu Rongrong nodded obediently and made no more noise.
Zhan Yiyang kept holding her tightly, preventing her from seeing the unshieldable coldness in his eyes.
Lin Fang, Lin Fang, it’s all you, it’s you who made my Rongrong become like this. Her neck, the bruises on her body, and every sin she suffered, you will pay me back for everything in the future.
come over!
At this moment, Zhan Yiyang felt a cruel heart for Lin Fang that he would never let go. When Lin Fang and the people behind him were investigated and punished in the future, Zhan Yiyang would definitely make Lin Fang pay a heavy price for Xu Rongrong's injury.
price!
Suddenly, Xu Rongrong seemed to be tempted by the smell of chicken soup, and he struggled hard twice.
Zhan Yiyang opened his arms in surprise and freed Xu Rongrong from his arms. He looked at her in surprise, "Rongrong, what's wrong?"
"I want to drink chicken soup." After a long sleep, Xu Rongrong's voice was not only able to speak, but her complexion also regained a hint of rosiness. Now she only spoke with her mouth without making any sound, making her look very cute.
"Want to drink chicken soup?" Zhan Yiyang looked at Xu Rongrong with a dumbfounded look. She was struggling so hard just now, and he thought she was rushing to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, she was a glutton.
Thinking of this, Zhan Yiyang shook his head helplessly and fondly, but his hands were not slow, he quickly opened the lid, took out the small white porcelain bowl, rinsed it, and carefully put the chicken soup and the rotten chicken in
Arrived in a white porcelain bowl.
After Mrs. Ming cooked the chicken soup, she used an insulated box, so the aroma that Xu Rongrong smelled just now was just a trace of it coming out from under the lid. When Zhan Yiyang took off the lid of the insulated box, the strong smell of chicken soup came out.
It permeated the whole room.
This gluttonous smell not only caused Xu Rongrong to swallow his saliva, but also caused someone in the room who had been sleeping out of boredom to open his eyes.
"Come on, stop scalding it and take a sip." Zhan Yiyang held a white porcelain bowl in one hand and a small spoon in the other. After blowing on it carefully, he gently brought it to Xu Rongrong's mouth.
Xu Rongrong opened his mouth very cooperatively and took a mouthful of chicken soup. He felt the warm soup slide from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and then flowed from his throat to his stomach. A warm feeling overflowed throughout his body.
"It tastes really good." Xu Rongrong narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say these three words silently, with a look of great enjoyment on his face.
"Gulu" a voice came from behind.
Xu Rongrong was stunned and looked back, but saw no one.
At this time, Zhan Yiyang's small spoon came over again, Xu Rongrong opened his mouth and swallowed.
One mouthful, one mouthful, another mouthful, Xu Rongrong slowly drank the bowl of chicken soup to the bottom.
"The chicken soup cooked by Mrs. Ming is really delicious. After drinking it, I feel a little stronger all over my body and my throat is not so uncomfortable." After swallowing the last mouthful of chicken soup, Xu Rongrong suddenly opened his mouth and said.
This time, she didn't imitate the mouth shape, but made a clear and slow sound.
"Gulu", this time, there was another noise behind him, slightly louder than before.
Zhan Yiyang turned around in surprise, his eyes fixed on Xu Rongrong's clinic, who was not a tall figure.
"Yiyang, this chicken soup is really fragrant. It feels so comfortable when it slides into your mouth. The muscles are cooked so well that they melt in your mouth and go down your throat together with the chicken soup. It's really delicious." Xu Rongrong closed her mouth slightly.
His eyes and face were full of longing and aftertaste, as if he was recalling the deliciousness of the chicken soup just now.
Zhan Yiyang laughed when he saw this. He glanced at the figure in the clinic who could not help but turn his body twice. He lowered his head helplessly to cooperate with Xu Rongrong and said softly, "There is only one more bowl left, Rongrong."
Do you still want to drink?"
"Ah, and I want to drink." Xu Rongrong opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhan Yiyang in surprise, looking like he still had something to say.
"Okay, here's it for you." Zhan Yiyang smiled gently, and slowly poured the chicken soup into a small porcelain bowl, but he kept glancing at the figure tossing and turning in the clinic from the corner of his eyes.
Finally, when Zhan Yiyang picked up the soup in his hand and prepared to hand it to Xu Rongrong, the figure finally couldn't sit still.
But he suddenly sat up from the bed, with his bare feet and no shoes on, and hurriedly ran to Zhan Yiyang, but timidly stopped in front of him.
Xu Rongrong looked at this boy in surprise, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He had big eyes, double eyelids, and long eyelashes. He was very delicate. His hair was messy and he hadn't combed it for a few days. His lips were also chapped and looked like he was dehydrated.
This young man was wearing a hospital gown, which made his skin very pale, and from his always slightly frowning brows, Xu Rongrong could tell that this young man must be a person with a very bad temper.
"Hey, who are you?" Xu Rongrong felt that her throat was much better after drinking chicken soup. Although Zhan Yiyang didn't allow her to speak, when she saw this young man, Xu Rongrong couldn't help but want to tease him.
"I want your chicken soup." The young man stared straight at the white porcelain bowl in Zhan Yiyang's hand. When he heard Xu Rongrong's question, not only did he not answer, but he rolled his eyes and greeted Zhan Yiyang rudely.
Yang said.
Zhan Yiyang was slightly startled. Whether it was Tianning, Nian En or Yue Xiu, they were all very qualified and well-educated children. He had never seen such a loud request without even saying a polite question.
People who make things happen.
"Kid, that soup belongs to me. Are you sure you don't ask me, but him?" Seeing the young man's reaction, Xu Rongrong raised his eyebrows, glanced at the child with interest, and said very rudely.
"You..." The young man glared at Xu Rongrong, and then gave her a very contemptuous look, "I'll buy it with money, you pay for it, I just want soup."
"Oh, what a loud tone." Xu Rongrong stared at the young man with wide eyes. He didn't expect that a nouveau riche would actually speak in such a disdainful tone.
Seeing the boy's indifference to him, Xu Rongrong curled his lips, pretended to be disdainful, and said casually, "Money? Are you rich? Okay, one million, you can pay it."
Are you up?"
"One million?" The young man's eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't expect Xu Rongrong to open his mouth like this, but soon, the greed in his body defeated everything. The young man couldn't wait to look at the chicken soup and said anxiously, "
One million for you, give me the chicken soup."
The young man himself should have some cultivation, so he did not fight for the white porcelain bowl in Yiyang's hand, but the impatient look in his eyes could be seen by everyone.
Xu Rongrong also seemed to be frightened, and his mouth could not close slightly.
One million is not much to her, but for an ordinary family, it is an astronomical figure. Even for a well-off family, this million is equivalent to most of their savings.
But now, just for a bowl of chicken soup, a young man threw away one million without hesitation.
Now, Xu Rongrong deeply doubted whether there was something wrong with this boy's IQ!
"It's just a bowl of soup, it's not worth a million, are you willing to give it?" Xu Rongrong looked at the young man curiously, obviously disapproving of his eagerness.
Maybe he was hungry, but that was not enough reason for him to spend a million dollars to buy a bowl of chicken soup.
Because one million is enough for him to buy one million bowls of chicken soup like this.
However, the young man did not understand Xu Rongrong's kindness. Instead, he glanced at Xu Rongrong impatiently and said loudly, "I am willing to give you my money, can you handle it?"
These words were too arrogant. Xu Rongrong looked at the young man, and the stubborn temper in his body also surged up. In the young man's eager expression, she took the white porcelain bowl from Zhan Yiyang's hand, put her mouth to the white porcelain bowl, and put the inside
Drink all the chicken soup in one gulp.
"You...you..." The young man originally thought that Xu Rongrong would give him chicken soup for one million, or that he would serve it to him very respectfully.
But he didn't expect that Xu Rongrong drank the chicken soup in one gulp.
Chicken soup, his chicken soup.
The young man's eyes suddenly turned red. His already huge eyes widened even more in anger. He looked at Xu Rongrong with a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to be covered with crystal.
"It's all you. You drank my chicken soup. You gave me back the chicken soup. Give me back the chicken soup." The boy roared loudly. Xu Rongrong felt that if Zhan Yiyang hadn't blocked her in time, the boy might have pounced on her in excitement.
"Tell me why you have to buy chicken soup, even if it costs one million." Xu Rongrong passed under Zhan Yiyang's armpit, stretched out his head, and looked at the boy strangely.
"You've already drank my chicken soup, what's the point of talking about it?" The young man roared lowly, and then sat on the hospital bed as if powerless, with his big eyes half-closed, which made people feel distressed.
, can't help but guess what this child has been through.
Xu Rongrong felt a little guilty for her behavior just now. Zhan Yiyang saw her guilt. He reached out and stroked the top of her head and whispered softly, "Why are you running out of chicken soup?"
As soon as these words came out, the young man and Xu Rongrong both raised their heads and looked at him.