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Jian Ning wanted to expose his lie with a smile, but the muscles on his face were out of his control, and he couldn't show a happy expression no matter what.

"This should be the Xiaolongbao shop on the road next to the hospital, it's quite far from here." He seemed to be talking to himself, with a buzzing voice.

Lu Qinghe sneered: "You also know that you have come a long way."

Jian Ning didn't answer, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of fried rice into her mouth.

Because of the effect of water vapor, the bottom of the raw pan-fry is no longer crispy, the soft taste is not attractive, and the filling can only be regarded as mediocre, but Jian Ning inexplicably tasted a different taste.

It was probably sent by Gu Qinghe, so it was delicious.

Jian Ning thought to herself.

Both Gu Qing and herself were still sick, but because he was worried that he would run out in the middle of the night and followed him so far, and even helped him buy the fried rice that he had always wanted to eat, Jian Ning couldn't tell what it was like.

Because Gu Qinghe's anger at concealing Jian Youfeng's news has long since dissipated.

How could he be angry with Gu Qinghe?Gu Qing and Mingming are so nice.

Gu Qinghe didn't know what was going on in Jian Ning's mind, seeing his expressionless face, thinking that this matter had no turning point, Jian Ning still didn't want to talk to him after all.

On a late autumn night, with a cool breeze, Gu Qinghe was afraid that Jian Ning would get sick if he was blown in the park for a long time, so he tentatively asked, "Ning Ning, shall we go home?"

Jian Ning sat on the chair and watched him for a while, then slowly stretched out a hand to Gu Qinghe——

"To pull."

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Little Gu was sick when he was three years old, but I was really sweet when I was acting like a baby! ! ! !

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