After rebirth, the substitute just wants to sit and eat

Hearing the voice, Shu Lai looked at Fu Ran in surprise, then looked up at the bodyguard, and said, "Slow down, young master Fu is a patient."

Obviously Shu Lai's words are the most useful here. After he finished speaking, the bodyguard pushing Fu Ran behind him slowed down.

The number of the elevator jumped up twice, and then stopped. With a slight 'drop', the elevator door opened to both sides.

The situation on the fifth floor of the hospital is completely different from that on the third floor, and the lighting in the corridor alone has improved many times.

There were no crowds in the long corridor, only nurses pushing the trolley slowly through one door after another, and Fu Ran was pushed into Room 517 by the bodyguards.

This is a single room. As soon as you open the door, you can see the bright windows. There is a huge LCD screen in the middle of the white wall, and a game controller is connected to it.

A small sofa and a transparent glass table are placed next to the window, and a refrigerator and a wardrobe are placed in the corner inside.

At first glance, this room does not look like a ward, but a hotel.

The bodyguard pushed Fu Ran into the room, placed the wheel and backed out.

Fu Ran reached out and pulled the quilt on her body, without looking at Shu Lai who was opposite.

Shu Lai's gaze was on Fu Ran, his eyes were bent, but he didn't smile much: "Little Master Fu, sir asked me to tell you something, don't touch things that shouldn't be touched, otherwise it will be broken next time——" It's not a leg anymore."

Shu Lai's tone didn't fluctuate, but it really seemed to be a simple message to Fu Ran.

Hearing Shu Lai's words, Fu Ran blinked, nodded and said, "I remember."

After hearing Fu Ran's answer, Shu Lai turned around and left the ward, leaving Aunt Juan and Fu Ran in the room.

Aunt Juan reached out and brushed the broken hair from her ear back, looked up at Fu Ran, intertwined her fingers, and asked, "Luoluo, do you want some porridge?"

"I'm not too hungry right now."

As soon as Fu Ran finished speaking, she saw Aunt Juan drooping her eyebrows, showing a sad expression.

"But it can be placed on the table next to it. I'll eat it when I'm hungry later."

"it is good!"

Aunt Juan's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she put the thermos on the table next to Fu Ran's bed, along with the thermos and a black mobile phone.

Aunt Juan took a few steps back, looked at Fu Ran reluctantly, and said, "Luoluo, then I'll go out first, put my phone on the table, send me a message if you want something to eat, and I'll make it for you."

Fu Ran nodded, said hello, watched the other party leave his sight, and then reached out to pick up the mobile phone that was placed aside.

The black phone was a bit big. Fu Ran pressed the switch, unlocked it with his fingerprint, looked at the interface that jumped out, and slid his finger.

There are thousands of photos in the album, Fu Ran kept sliding his fingers, and frowned when he saw all kinds of flamboyant teenagers with strange shapes in the photos.

This person's face was actually somewhat similar to his own when he was a student.

Fu Ran turned on the camera, looked at the face on the phone, and moved his facial features.

The shape of the face, the bridge of the nose, and the lower lip are not quite similar, only the eyes are almost exactly the same as the original self.

After clearing the album with one click, Fu Ran turned his attention to other apps.

99+ is written in the red dot next to the penguin, which is a bit glaring.

Fu Ran jumped into the avatar homepage, first replaced the avatar full of gold and silver with a blue-eyed puppet cat, and then slowly browsed through the piles of information.

The original owner is a third year student, who will be promoted to senior year after this summer vacation, studying ancient Chinese history.

There are only two groups in Penguin, one is a classmate, and the other is a good friend.

Among the classmates, only one study committee member who noted that he was a long-winded woman had contacted him.

[Whispering girl: Fu Ran, your mentor hasn't been chosen yet, if you don't choose before twelve o'clock tomorrow, he will be assigned to you. ]

This message was sent three days ago.

Apparently the original owner didn't pay attention to it, and the study committee member who was marked with a long-winded female note sent more than a dozen messages one after another, asking Fu Ran to add her tutor's penguin and vx numbers.

Hupenggouyou contacted more people, and the messages they sent were all nonsense remarks asking the original owner to go to a bar to have a good time, or seeing a brother who was very A, and wanted to pounce on them.

There are about 500 friends, and deletion is not clean. After reading all the messages, Fu Ran re-applied for an account, added study committee members, class groups, and tutors, and then canceled the original account.

Compared with the Penguin, the original owner's vx number is much cleaner, without adding a few people, Fu Ran scanned around, and found that the original owner's note to Xie Yunzhou was [Gold Master Dad].

Fu Ran pouted, and glanced at the money that Xie Yunzhou transferred to Fu Ran.

It is only 50 on the [-]st of every month.

Fu Ran: ...

It's too cheap to call the gold master's father.

The fish porridge made by Aunt Juan was delicious. Fu Ran scooped up the fish porridge with a spoon while flipping into the last app.

The original owner's circle of friends.

All content posted here is personal opinion only.

The time started two years ago and ended half a month ago.

Aunt Juan is the original owner's mother, and Aunt Juan works as an aunt in Xie's house. The original owner met Xie Yunzhou when Aunt Juan went to stay at Xie's house, and has been taken care of by Xie Yunzhou ever since.

[I hate Fu Ran so much, why doesn't he die!Why does my name have to be pronounced the same as his! ]

Fu Ran raised his eyebrows, never expecting to have a chance to play here.

Every time he browses one, Fu Ran deletes one, and when the fish porridge is finished, the pile of cursing and negative energy is also deleted.

Fu Ran put the thermos back on the table next to her. Fu Ran tilted her head, and suddenly wanted to go to the toilet.

Fu Ran glanced at the camera in the corner, then lowered her eyes again.

Although it was very inconvenient to move the casted leg, Fu Ran didn't intend to call for help.

Fu Ran supported the cane with one hand and the wall with the other, and walked towards the bathroom with difficulty.

The man sitting in front of the monitor eating a hamburger watched Fu Ran's movements, then turned to look at the man smoking a cigarette standing not far away: "Brother Qi, do you want someone to come in and help him?"

The person whose name was called turned to look at the monitor, just in time to see Fu Ran reach out and unscrew the door of the bathroom.

Qi Shan flicked the cigarette with his fingers, watched the ash fall on the ground, and said lightly: "No, sir only said that he wants to live, as long as he doesn't try to die, don't worry about it."

"Oh."

Hearing Qi Shan's words, the man turned his head back again, muttered while gnawing on the burger, "I don't know what sir is thinking, it's so dangerous to go to Dongcheng, why don't you take Brother Qi with you, let you watch?" This pet..."

"Ada," Qi Shan interrupted the man's words, warning: "Speak carefully."

After returning to the bed, Fu Ran sweated a little on the tip of his nose, gasped lightly, wiped off the sweat on his face with a paper, and lay back on the bed.

The sound of the clock ticking by his ears was clear, Fu Ran closed his eyes and meditated quietly.

This is Fu Ran's unique habit. Ever since the fire in his youth, Fu Ran has been obsessed with the feeling of meditating with the clicking sound in the unusually quiet time.

'Squeak—'

The door was pushed open all of a sudden, and the person who walked in did not deliberately hide his steps, stepped on the ground again and again, and finally stood in front of Fu Ran's hospital bed.

Although his eyes were closed, Fu Ran could still feel a shadow hanging over him.

Not daring to peek, not daring to roll his eyes, Fu Ran continued to take a long breath, waiting for the other party's movements.

The other party seemed to have stopped, staring at Fu Ran's face without moving for an unknown how long, and when Fu Ran wanted to turn around to avoid his sight, the man suddenly lowered his body.