Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Yes... Now he instinctively doesn't want to get that close to this dangerous man.

Even if he is really nice to himself.

but……

Seemingly recalling something in his mind, Chu Jingran took a deep breath, raised his head again, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and put his fingertips on it.

Feng Ze, who was already disappointed and planned to withdraw his hand, suddenly felt his eyes light up the moment he felt the touch in the palm of his hand, and when he looked up to see the young man in the car who pursed his lips and hesitated without saying a word, there was endless tenderness in his eyes.

Tail...

After bringing him into the closed house, Feng Ze skillfully helped him turn on the TV, temporarily let him rest on the sofa in the living room, and went into the kitchen by himself.

During these days in the hospital, Chu Jingran lost his appetite almost every day, and would silently shake his head when it was time to eat. In a short period of time, his chin had sharpened a lot, which made Feng Ze, who was accompanying him, very distressed.

He wanted to cook something delicious for someone, but he didn't dare to leave the person's side for half a step, because he was worried that something might happen to the person, so he was delayed until he was discharged from the hospital.

On the sofa in the living room, Chu Jingran watched the TV absent-mindedly, and occasionally glanced towards the direction of the kitchen, looking at the figure of the man projected on the frosted glass, feeling a little nervous and at a loss between his brows.

Is he really, going to do that as originally planned?

Biting his lower lip uneasily, Chu Jingran struggled countless times.

Although he doesn't like this person, but...

In recent days, everything has passed before my eyes one by one, the man's protection, the man's tenderness, the man's pain, the man's sorrow, and in the middle of the night, the trembling hand caressed my cheek carefully and fell on the back of my hand. Burning tears.

He... can't do it.

In my heart, there is an instinct, the instinct of not wanting to hurt this person.

Confusedly covering the position of his heart, feeling the pervasive discomfort there, Chu Jingran's face was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Does he really not know this person?

Feng Ze's speed was very fast, within half an hour, three dishes and one soup were ready, and the aroma wafted into his nostrils, instantly awakening Chu Jingran's taste buds that had been completely dead these days.

During these days in the hospital, the main reason why Chu Jingran seldom ate was that he found the food difficult to swallow.

It's so unpalatable, why are you ashamed to say it's a dish made by a star chef?

He originally thought that he was going to be starved for a while, but he didn't want to...

Gollum—

It smells so good——

When Feng Ze came out of the kitchen with the meat porridge just out of the pot, what he saw was the empty sofa, and the owner who was supposed to be there was already sitting at the dining table, with his mouth slightly open, as if he was going down. I can't help but fall off in a second.

Hearing the sound, the young man at the dining table raised his head, and the moment he caught sight of it, his eyes were bright, and the light at that moment was like the splendor of fireworks blooming in the summer night sky.

'Feng Ze, Feng Ze, Feng Ze...'

In my ears, there seemed to be a happy call from a young man sitting at the dining table to him who had just come out of the kitchen because of his greedy mouth. Two short words, happy and sweet.

The light in his eyes was soft, the corners of his lips curved slightly unconsciously, and Feng Ze brought the meat porridge in his hand to the table.

Chu Jingran sat where he used to be, and when he saw the most fragrant porridge being served on the table, he almost subconsciously reached out to grab a spoon, but he didn't want to be held down by a man's hand just as he reached out.

Looking up with an angry steamed bun face, he unexpectedly bumped into the man's gentle eyes, followed by strange but familiar words.

"Hey, the porridge is still very hot, let me cool it down for you first."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ze sat next to the person, scooped up the porridge from the porcelain bowl in front of him, and then carefully blew the meat porridge just out of the pot.

For a moment of trance, Chu Jingran seemed to see another scene through the barrier of time and space.

On the table with rich dishes, the man skillfully sandwiched the chicken nuggets for the boy with a bright smile, while carefully blowing the steaming meat porridge in the bowl for him.

The dense steam, I don't know who's eyes are lost, I don't know whose heart is disturbed.

And that sentence, always the same...

Putting his eyes on the dining table, he found a touch of green and blurted out.

"No leafy greens."

Feng Ze, who was blowing the meat porridge for others, snapped his fingers, and countless emotions rolled out of his eyes, suppressing the surge at this moment, suppressing the urge to burst into tears at this moment.

He said hoarsely: "Okay, listen to Weiwei, don't... green leafy vegetables."

Chu Jingran's eyes were confused, why did he say this?

After a brief blank silence, Feng Ze raised his head and said like a regular: "Now, you can eat."

The gentle voice interrupted Chu Jingran's wandering thoughts. He felt the spoon being handed into his palm. Looking down at the meat porridge in the bowl, he tentatively took a small spoon and put it in his mouth.

The rice grains are fragrant, absorb enough water and the meat slices are smooth, the temperature of blowing is neither hot nor cold, and the taste of the mouth