Chatper 217 (1/2)

At any rate, her attitude was correct, and she thought she really wanted to care about her own life.

Twenty minutes later, Song Weiwei came back with a big bag and a small bag.

The thick and hot millet porridge exudes a sweet smell.

"I came back and bought some other things. There is not even a towel in the ward. The doctor said you will be discharged the day after tomorrow."

"Isn't it just a fever? It's the day after tomorrow, he cheated on you." Pei Yibai felt uncomfortable when he thought of what the doctor said.

Hospitalized? He is much better now except for a little lack of strength in his body.

This place smells like disinfectant, no one likes it, including Pei Yibai.

"Then let him cheat. Anyway, after the drip is finished, your fever has indeed subsided." Song Weiyi ignored Pei Yibai's reminder and answered seriously.

Pei Yibai "..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this first, you should eat something, otherwise it won't work." Song Weiyi poured out the porridge and brought it in front of Pei Yibai.

"Hands are sore, I don't want to move." He looked at her lazily, not appreciative at all.

Song Weiwei held the porridge, rolled his eyes twice, and approached with a smile.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Pei Yibai was acting like a baby to her in disguise?

Song Weiyi couldn't help laughing at the thought of this.

I thought this joke would make him angry, but he didn't want to, Pei Yibai raised his head lightly, meeting Song Weiyi's gaze.

"As the culprit, it's reasonable to ask you to feed me, right?"

Song Weiyi couldn't laugh out loud, so she was too happy?

He pouted and nodded, "I'll feed you as long as I feed you, you have to cooperate with me well."

"I'm a patient, why didn't you cooperate with me?" Pei Yibai asked back.

"You...well, for the sake of being a patient, I don't care about you."

Song Weiwei stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, the yellow-orange millet porridge made her appetite whet.

After the heat dissipated, Song Weiyi took a mouthful and brought it to Pei Yibai's lips.

The man was cooperative and opened his mouth.

However, as soon as the spoonful of porridge was put into his mouth, Pei Yibai's face wrinkled.

"What's wrong? Is it hot?" Song Weiyi was taken aback, and hurriedly brought the trash can over to let him spit it out.

"Why is it sweet?" Pei Yibai swallowed reluctantly, but no matter what, he was unwilling to take a second bite.

Song Wei knew that he didn't like sweet porridge, but she couldn't find any salty porridge after searching for a long time, so she bought sweet porridge.

She didn't expect that Pei Yibai's dislike for sweet porridge was more serious than she imagined.

"It's a little bit this time. I'll go home and cook porridge for you tomorrow, okay? Make a little of everything you like." Song Weiwei stretched out an olive branch and bargained with him.

"Yeah." The man nodded indifferently.

Song Weiyi's spoon immediately went to it, and said with a smile: "Then drink this first, and you need to take medicine later."

"Didn't you get an injection? Why is there still medicine?"

"Aren't you completely fine?" Song Weiyi rolled his eyes.

"So, you have porridge first, it's almost ten o'clock." Song Weiwei urged, it was almost time to rest again, this time, he couldn't stay up late anymore.

"I'm not hungry, I won't eat."

Her movements froze, and she looked at him angrily. It was definitely not because of this reason that she refused to eat.

Does he just dislike this porridge?

Well, then she will go down again.

"Then I'll go down and look for any salty porridge." Song Weiyi put down the bowl and stood up straight away.