Chapter 1296 Request

Ning Ruoqing stayed in the hospital every day, like a vulture, ready to take away what he had in his mouth at any time.

This feeling made people feel very uncomfortable.

Gu Weimian raised his eyebrows, "What is he doing here? Finally figured it out? Are you going to sue me?"

"He dares!" Ning Quruo snorted coldly.

Just after he finished speaking, his phone suddenly vibrated.

He sat next to Gu Weimian and turned on his phone.

It was a new message from Duan Qianchuan.

He opened it and took a look, frowning.

Then he turned off the phone directly, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

Gu Weimian held his chin with one hand, "I don't want to drink porridge."

Ning Quruo frowned in embarrassment.

Gu Weimian's condition had stabilized, but who knew he fainted again today.

The doctor couldn't tell why.

In fact, they still didn't know how Gu Weimian fell into a coma and how he woke up later.

He was worried in his heart.

He was afraid that Gu Weimian would have another problem with his body.

"I brought you Fu Man Lou. Don't you like what their chef cooks? I remember that his best dish is scallop porridge."

"No, his best dish is shrimp dumplings."

Ning Quruo: "..."

"Porridge tastes good too."

"It's not that I don't want to drink it, I just can't drink it." Gu Weimian spread his hands.

Ning Quruo felt sorry for Gu Weimian's pitiful appearance.

It's okay to have porridge once or twice, but if you drink it all the time... you can't have anything else, it's really not tasty.

But you can't eat shrimp dumplings either.

You can't not eat.

You can't take nutritional injections every day.

You've been taking nutritional injections for five days in the previous five days of coma.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Seeing him in a dilemma and about to go crazy, Gu Weimian suddenly smiled, his eyes soft,

"Okay, okay, I'll drink the porridge obediently, but I have a request."

Ning Quruo breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "You can say it, as long as it's not picking stars and moons."

"I want to see Weibo."

Ning Quruo's face, which had just relaxed, darkened again after hearing this.

See Weibo? ...

Gu Weimian has been waiting for him here from the beginning?

"Have you seen my text message?"

The text message was sent by Duan Qianchuan.

It was about Weibo.

Gu Weimian smiled slightly, "Yes."

Ning Quruo stood up directly from his seat and walked out with a gloomy face.

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment, "Where are you going?"

The response to her was the sound of the door closing with a "bang".

Seeing this, Gu Weimian pursed his lips, sighed slightly, and then sank down and lay on the bed.

The whole person curled up.

"Click--"

The sound of the door opening again.

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment and raised her head from the quilt.

Ning Quruo stood at the door and looked at her coldly.

He came over and helped Gu Weimian pull up the messy quilt again. His slender hands smoothed the wrinkles. His movements were delicate and gentle, but his face was still hard.

Gu Weimian's peach blossom eyes exposed outside the quilt suddenly smiled: "Not angry?"

"You also know that I am angry?" Ning Quruo's voice was cold, with a bit of the cold taste of the past.

Gu Weimian pursed her lips, "I won't look at the scarf anymore."

"Is this what I am angry about?"

The man's voice rose, and then quickly lowered.

He was obviously angry that Gu Weimian didn't take her body seriously.

No matter how bad the scarf was, it was nothing.

But she didn't drink porridge for the scarf, which was what made him angry!