The sweet smell of citrus

Chapter 33

She is an excellent person.

Be a mature person.

She can give a person a lot of privileges if she wants to.

With a not particularly bright mind, she can remain the first in Jiangke, and she can get the care of teachers and the friendliness of most of her classmates. She is a positive and resourceful person.

Song Yi commented on himself in many ways, and finally, he said to himself:

"If you want to give up Cheng Jialan for life, it will be too hard for yourself."

"If you want to protect your feelings, in addition to completely withdrawing this item, there is a second item..."

"Just let the relationship not be broken."

Cheng Jialan is a simple person.

She can definitely... can continue to get along like this, can slowly guide her, guide Cheng Jialan, and put her in the center of her heart.

Put it on the commanding heights of her heart and make yourself her best friend.

After thinking about it this way, many things suddenly became clear.

All the roads were laid out in front of him in an instant.

Compared with alienation, getting Cheng Jialan's friendship is easy for Song Yi.

!

A person with strong execution ability will do what he says.

After deciding on his heart plan, Song Yi was very happy and joyful.

He happily threw the small ball of paper on the table into the trash can, pulled out a brand new A4 paper from the drawer, took out his seldom-used pen, dipped it in beautiful blue ink, and re-wrote——

-Become Cheng Jialan's best friend plan-

Characters analyze a column of the past.

Goals are listed in the past.

Finally, onto the execution plan.

It is not an easy thing to win someone's heart, but it is not difficult to exchange sincerity for sincerity.

Let her know that when she is with you, whether it is studying or living, she is relaxed and happy.

You must be unique.

Possess qualities that others do not have, and do things that others cannot.

With tenderness as the sharp sword and friendship as the foundation, step by step——

Make her feel cared for, illuminated, affirmed, and needed.

In the end... become true best friends.

passionate.

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the next day.

After Song Yi got up from bed, he went to school early.

Everything was going well, and she felt refreshed.But when I got to the classroom, I was alone again.

Lonely, she turned on the air conditioner, and she took out her Chinese book.

As time passed, students came to the classroom one after another, but——

Song Yi looked at it and felt something was wrong.

It's already the time for Cheng Jialan to come to school, but she hasn't arrived yet.

Eyelids twitched, Song Yi thought, she hasn't had a fever yet, has she?

Taking advantage of the class time, she sent a text message to Cheng Jialan on her mobile phone.

But unfortunately, until the class, there was no reply.

Song Yi is basically sure...she is probably not recovering from her illness, and she may still be resting in bed.

It has to be said that Song Yi's guess is stable.

Just last night, after Cheng Jialan took the medicine, not only did the fever not subside, but it even went up a little bit.

Cheng Jialan, who seemed to be fine at first, began to feel groggy after a round of virus attack, even more uncomfortable than the high fever stage in the morning.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

It wasn't until half an hour after taking the evening medicine that Cheng Jialan faintly felt sleepiness rising.

While she was still asleep, she sent Song Yi a message, but Song Yi seemed to be still doing her homework... she didn't reply.

With disappointment, Cheng Jialan fell into a dream.

But this night, after all, was an uneasy night.

At three or four in the morning, Cheng Jialan began to vomit.

The whole Cheng residence was brightly lit, Cheng Weiguo rushed up from downstairs, and Cheng Jialan began to feel very uncomfortable.

And there were various reactions, dizziness, vomiting, accompanied by stomach pain, nasal congestion...

She was rushed to the hospital at four o'clock in the morning.

When half-asleep and half-awake, Cheng Jialan didn't know what kind of thoughts he had when he was dragged into the car, and secretly took the mobile phone next to the pillow.

It's only seven o'clock now.

Cheng Jialan was still under the quilt in the hospital.

She developed a fever and then contracted pneumonia.

Cheng Weiguo stood by the sick bed. The old man was a little haggard after running around like this for half the night.

"Doctor Li, how is my daughter?"

"No big problem." There are a lot of people with colds this season, and Cheng Jialan's case is considered serious, but it's okay, "Just hang on to the water for a few days, and take a good rest."

"Don't be cold, don't be greasy, keep warm, and you'll be fine soon."

"Okay...then thank you, Dr. Li."

"Boss Cheng is too polite. In Ms. Cheng's case, you can go back directly after hanging the water and come to the hospital once a day. Of course, if you find it troublesome, you can also stay in the hospital directly." Anyway, the treatment in the VIP ward is also acceptable.

Cheng Weiguo looked at his daughter on the bed, thought for a while, but still didn't choose to go back, "She has a lot of tricks, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it when I go back, so it's better to stay in the hospital." To the doctors and teachers, her daughter always has a kind heart. Share a little awe.

When the time comes to get an injection, just ask the doctor in charge to press it.

Dr. Li understood what Cheng Weiguo meant, shook his head, and said with a smile, "President Cheng is also a daughter slave."

The two middle-aged men laughed together when they talked about this.