Chapter 253 Are You Sure This Isn't Making Things Difficult for Him?

Although he seemed to be checking carefully, in fact, his thoughts were still immersed in the beef jerky that Luo Yanqing took out.

Both of them were remarried, and the young wife he married was not as good-looking and talented as the one the other married, and her temperament and the degree of consideration for her man were obviously different.

The most important point is that he remarried several months earlier than the other, and as a result, the one in his family... has never sent him anything so far.

The research institute is a bit far from the compound, but it is not difficult to go back and forth.

With his thoughts to this, Wen Siyuan sighed in his heart, people really can't be compared!

No matter how jealous he is of Comrade Luo Yanqing, in the end, he is jealous and jealous, and there is no other way to have a considerate and sensible wife like the other.

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As Jiang Li left, Feng Yi looked at his friend who was lying on another bed and had woken up from a coma: "Are you okay?"

Mo Yan said "hmm".

"You lost a lot of blood. If it weren't for Sister Jiang Li, you and I would probably be in danger."

Feng Yi said, reaching out to test the temperature of the lunch box: "Can you sit up? The dumplings are at the right temperature. Eat them quickly." Sitting sideways on the bed, he picked up the spoon in his lunch box and ate them one by one.

Mo Yan slowly got up, put a pillow behind his back, and sat on the head of the bed. He looked at Feng Yi: "Sister Jiang Li? Is that her?"

"Yes. The sister you saw when you opened your eyes is Sister Jiang Li." Feng Yi nodded, and kept stuffing dumplings into his mouth.

Mo Yan frowned slightly: "She looks about the same age as us." Asking him to call a little girl sister, are you sure it's not difficult for him?

"Sister Jiang Li is eighteen, you are seventeen, and I am sixteen. It is only natural for us to call Sister Jiang Li sister. Moreover, Sister Jiang Li saved our lives and handled the hospitalization procedures for us, so that we don't have to think about anything and just stay in the hospital and listen to the doctor."

Feng Yi said this, looking at the things that Jiang Li had bought before and the dumplings he was eating in the ward, and couldn't help but say: "The food we are using now was also bought by Sister Jiang Li. And... Sister Jiang Li carried you for a mile..."

"...She carried me? How could she, a girl, carry me?"

Mo Yan's brows were almost twisted into knots.

After hearing what he said, Feng Yi instantly felt like a piece of shit. His face changed, and he stammered, "It's my fault. I knew I was disabled at the time, and I was worried that something might happen to you... so I grabbed Sister Jiang Li's clothes and stopped her from leaving. Now that I think about it, I was simply repaying kindness with enmity. No wonder Sister Jiang Li thought I was trying to scam her? Obviously, they kindly bandaged us and helped me reset my dislocated arm, but I..." "Don't blame yourself. If you want to blame someone, blame me. If I hadn't been unconscious, there wouldn't have been any of the things that happened later. You did that for my safety." Mo Yan comforted Feng Yi, "Eat it. These dumplings look delicious. We haven't had a good meal for several days." Picking up his spoon, Mo Yan scooped up a dumpling and put it into his mouth. For a while, there was only the sound of two people chewing and swallowing dumplings in the ward. After an unknown amount of time, the two of them finished the last dumpling in their lunch boxes. Mo Yan got out of bed and put on his shoes: "I'll go wash the lunch box."

Feng Yi: "I'd better go. The injury on your shoulder is a bit serious."

Mo Yan: "Your arm is hanging, are you sure you can wash it?" With a faint glance at Feng Yi, Mo Yan took the lunch box and left the ward.

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