Perhaps it was based on that kind of fear that even if she was drowsy, her body trembled slightly.
"Orange Orange, Orange Orange ..." She kept staying in front of the bed, looked at the wind of Xia Yu Orange, watched her shaking her head uneasily, and quickly lowered her gentle.
At the moment she fainted, his meticulous thinking, always calmness, seemed to be exhausted, and lost the ability to respond to everything.
When the doctor rushed to tell him, Xia Yu Orange reacted by the stress that he was stimulated, and he was relieved.
But her reaction made him a little annoyed.
As long as it can affect her, then there is no past!
"What's wrong with me?" Xia Yuyan opened his eyes slowly, his head was a little heavy.
When her gaze came into contact with the hazy and suddenly clear face, she was already sober. Then, there was a pain in her heart, and she pulled her heart at once.
"Nothing, you just slept for a while, are you hungry?" He touched her hand and held it hard. In fact, what he didn't like to see was that this woman would be affected by Lu Licheng.
However, how can there be no traces in this world? Sometimes, memory is indeed a very annoying thing.
"Aren't you going?" Xia Yuman remembered that he had said that he would go to S City to meet.
He smiled softly: "You are like this, how can I go?"
Xia Yuman also laughed. Although it was a bit barely, it still laughed.
Outside the window, the sun was filled with the entire courtyard, and the sound and crispy bird sounding came from the garden downstairs.
"How do I hear the sound of a bird's whisper? Some like a small parcel and a little ki." She struggled to sit up, and her black hair was scattered on her fair cheeks.
Those black and clear eyes seemed to be clearer and bigger, as much as the two Wang Youquan-drowning.
Feng Yan stood up and walked to the terrace. Xia Yu Orange saw him beckoning below and turned back to the room.
After a while, after the two doors rang, Lily came in with the breakfast carefully prepared for Xia Yanyan. She followed a maid behind her with a rosewood bird frame in her hand.
Peach faces.
The hair color is exactly the same as before.
Xia Yu Orange was stunned, and opened the quilt, jumped out of bed, and looked at the parrot and asked, "Well, do you buy it? Are they ...? Are they ... a small parrot?"
"You say yes, that's it!" After the Feng Yan said, let the lily put down the breakfast, and then ordered the maid to hang the bird's rack on the terrace.
Xia Yuhe also followed the terrace very happily, and then began to tease the pair of parrots: "When did you buy it?"
In fact, Xia Yu Orange also knew that this could not be the pair of peach faces, because at that time, she buried them in person.
Feng Yan smiled, lifted the barley porridge, and fed it to her mouth with a spoon: "Didn't you mean that you were dismissed by you? I think you like it, and let them buy it again."
"Why is that is now? They ... they are gone for a long time."
"These two parrots have a blood relationship with the previous pair. It took some time to find them." He said it was bland, but his tone was full of concern to her.
That is because she likes, so he is willing to spend his mind and bother to satisfy her joy.