I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

5pm.

Song Zuan lay on the hospital bed bored, counting the stripes on his sleeves.

"Jiang will come, Jiang will not come, Jiang will come, Jiang will not come..."

[Host, it's only 5 o'clock, don't panic. 】

"But I'm already hungry."

【(?⊿?)? I'm hungry now, how can I threaten him with not eating? 】

"Yeah..." Song Zuan drooped his head, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought about it, "Why don't I sneak out to have a meal first, and I'll be tougher later."

【Is the host capable of getting out of bed? 】

"Slow down and you should be able to move a few steps."

Song Zu'an propped himself up and reached for the slippers beside the bed.

The wound on the back seems to affect the whole body, and the pain will be unbearable if the movement is too large.

"Come on, for the delicious food!" Song Zu'an encouraged himself in his heart.

He leaned on the edge of the bed, then the wall, and staggered.

It was like staggering after being overexercised by Jiang Ye back then.

"Stainless Steel, can you lend me some strength? I can't even unscrew this door..." Song Zu'an hung his head on the doorknob dejectedly, unable to use any strength.

As soon as the voice fell, the door handle turned by itself and opened outward.

"Yoho, stainless steel will have such a generous day?"

[Host, not me. 】

After all the doors were opened, a tall and straight figure stood in front of him.

"Why are you up?" Jiang Ye frowned, his tone not kind.

As soon as Song Zu'an saw him, his dull mood suddenly came alive.

"o('^') o Humph, I know you care about me the most!"

Song Zuan snorted secretly in his heart, and then threw himself into Jiang Ye's arms without hesitation.

Looking up and acting like a baby: "I miss you so much."

Jiang Ye's eyes were slightly dazed, and he pulled away the hands around his waist, and pushed him into the ward, "Don't move, I won't take this."

(￣￣) σSong Zuan snickered in his heart: pretending, he obviously likes me.

Jiang didn't smile, he helped Song Zuan back to the hospital bed, and asked coldly, "Where did you want to go when you went out just now?"

Could it be that he was so injured and wanted to escape?

Song Zu'an laughed dryly, and said with an excuse: "I want to go to the bathroom when I go out."

"Isn't there a bathroom in the room?"

"Uh, that... I didn't notice it, I thought it wasn't there."

"Then do you still want to go now? I'll help you go."

Song Zu'an repeatedly perfunctory: "I don't want to, now I don't want to."

Jiang also looked at him thoughtfully, and carefully helped him lie back on the hospital bed.

Then he threw a mobile phone over fiercely, "Call and send messages if you have something to do, don't run around, I don't have time to look for you all over the world."

Song Zu'an said with a playful smile, "Well, I won't run away, I will obediently stay by your side for the rest of my life."

"Don't be self-righteous, who cares about being with you forever?"

Jiang also glared at him, then put down the insulated box in his hand heavily, "Eat it yourself!"

"Ah? Aren't you going to feed me?" Song Zuan blinked at him pitifully.

"It's not that your hand is injured, you have to be fed for every meal?"

Song Zu'an quickly quibbled: "That's right, but my back hurts, and my back hurts, and my shoulder hurts. If my shoulder hurts, my arms hurt, and my arms hurt, so my hands hurt too."

Jiang also vaguely remembered that he once said something similar.

Song Zuan seemed to be making the same excuse when he intentionally injured himself in the library and asked Song Zuan to take care of him.

"It's too little, I can come here just to give you face, and you still dream that I want to feed you?"