Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 370 Taking away Doctor Lu’s white coat [57]

After he came out, he walked over with it, scooped a spoonful of white sugar into the porridge for him, stirred the white sugar for him, and handed it to Lu Chenzhou.

The girl's small face stared at him expressionlessly, "Eat."

They are all grown-ups, yet they are so misbehaving!Fortunately, he is still a doctor!

Seeing the girl's fierce look, Lu Chenzhou suddenly suppressed the smile between his brows, and there was a touch of obedient tenderness under the cold and gentle expression.

He smiled and took the bowl of porridge, "Okay, thank you Qingqing."

The lighting is cool white and bright.The room was very quiet, so quiet that the sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl was extremely crisp.

Shen Wanqing sipped the porridge contentedly, but suddenly heard the inadvertent question from the man beside her.

"Is the man at the door of the ward last time Qingqing's fiancé?"

Shen Wanqing stopped drinking the porridge, licked the porridge at the corner of her mouth, turned to look at Lu Chenzhou curiously, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Lu Chenzhou picked up the spoon with his fingertips and gently stroked the porridge in the bowl, shaking his head lightly, his tone was gentle, without any emotion.

"It's nothing, it's just a little unexpected."

Shen Wanqing shrugged indifferently, then bowed her head again.

The man's eyes drooped slightly, and the eyes under the lens suddenly appeared a little deep and dark, as if swallowing something, so deep that it made people feel dangerous.

Qing Juan's face appeared much calmer at this moment, and even suppressed all emotions.

The emotion in the eyes is deep, and there is no wave or trace of coolness.

Calmly looking at the girl's side face, her bulging cheeks look like a white and tender bun.

"Qing Qing likes him?"

His expression remained calm, even returning to all indifference.

However, when he said it, his voice became hoarse.

Shen Wanqing stopped eating the porridge, the other party looked at her, and then said, "Will you marry him?"

Suddenly, Shen Wanqing choked on the porridge.

She turned her head, and suddenly met the young man's dark and deep eyes.

She was still as gentle as before, but Shen Wanqing somehow felt a little trembling in her heart when she was stared at by those eyes.

Lu Chenzhou handed her the water glass on the table, and said in a gentle voice, "Drink slowly."

Shen Wanqing took it in a daze, and after taking a sip, she couldn't help but glance to the side.

The side face of the other party is soft. Looking from the side, the other party's eyelashes are long and curly, and the dark pupils are flat and quiet.

Not the slightest emotion, not even a wave.

It seems that the question just now was just a polite opening, not paying attention to the answer.

Shen Wanqing's throat was slightly dry, and she took another sip of water.

Afterwards, when the water glass is placed, this feeling is a bit strange.

Shen Wanqing frowned unavoidably in confusion.

"If you don't like him, you won't marry him."

She still didn't understand what was going on with this feeling, but she subconsciously answered the boy's question.

The other party seemed to turn his eyes sideways, looking at her calmly and calmly.

"My engagement with him is only temporary, and I will call off the engagement." The girl further explained.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the other party's eyes seemed to be slightly bent.

Lu Chenzhou nodded lightly, brushed the broken hair on the girl's cheek with his fingertips, and put it behind the ear, "Yes, I know."

Her movements are very gentle, and even her tone of voice is very gentle. The way she looks at her is like an elder treating a younger generation.

Shen Wanqing frowned, but heard the other party say softly: "The child is still young, it is not suitable for getting married too early, you have to think about it."

　I'm a rookie, I've always been self-aware
　　I just like appearance description, I just like it, I like it, this is my fixed style of writing

　　I like the male lead in my pen, every one of them
　　I am Yangou, I like to use beautiful words to describe him
　　The plot is slow, yes, very slow

　　Because I'm food, I'm trash
　　Before I got used to writing a book, I used to write a chapter with three thousand words, and a plane with a hundred thousand words

　　Here is a chapter with a thousand words, and a plane with a hundred thousand words. It stands to reason that I have to write a hundred chapters.

　　In order to avoid readers saying that my plane is too long and too watery, I forcibly compressed it to about seventy chapters

　　
　
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