Qiao Muyuan guarded Ji Changmu for three days.

He was not idle even when he was hospitalized. He was either talking on the phone or working with a tablet, and all he talked about was work-related matters, which was different from Yan Jia.

Qiao Muyuan would buy him some light and not greasy food every day, and would also tell him to take medicine, but he couldn't sleep every night and kept using his tablet to deal with emails.

It rained lightly this night.

Qiao Muyuan rushed to the hospital as soon as possible after school. Tomorrow was Saturday, so she didn't need to go to school.

It was already dark. When she opened the door, she saw Ji Changmu sitting obediently on the bed reading emails, the light from the screen shining on his mature and stern face.

Seeing her coming, he raised his head: "Is school over?"

"Yes, school is over."

"Is it raining outside?"

"Well, it's not too heavy, it's light rain." Qiao Muyuan changed into a pair of slippers, put down her umbrella and backpack, "Tomorrow and Saturday, I can stay with you in the hospital."

"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and the discharge procedures have been completed."

"But you are not well yet, Aunt Yang will be worried."

"She won't know if she lives in my little apartment."

Well, Qiao Muyuan didn't say anything.

She walked up to him on the soft carpet, sat down on the bed, and approached him: "What are you looking at? You look very absorbed."

Ji Changmu did not shy away from it. Although it was a company secret, it was impossible for Qiao Muyuan to understand it.

Sure enough, Qiao Muyuan felt bored after watching it for a few minutes: "Have you eaten it?"

"I don't want to eat porridge today."

"Then I'll buy you some noodles?"

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan happily ran to the canteen downstairs of the hospital again, running back and forth, and she was not tired.

The aunts in the hospital cafeteria recognized her and knew that she was taking care of a very picky patient. She often bought food and then went downstairs to buy a new one a few minutes later. The little girl didn't mind the trouble and ran over and over again.

Qiao Muyuan bought Ji Changmu a piece of noodles and walked upstairs with the hot bowl in his arms.

Smelling the fragrance, Ji Changmu put down the tablet in his hand.

His wound has healed, but his stomach still needs to be nursed back to health.

"Do you want to get out of bed?" Qiao Muyuan asked.

"No." Ji Changmu held up the small table in front of him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I have to go downstairs to cook a bowl of noodles."

"This bowl of noodles is a lot. I can't eat it. Let's go together." Ji Changmu pointed to the bowl Qiao Muyuan brought over, "Sit across from me."

"It doesn't seem good..."

"Huh?" His brows immediately wrinkled, "You dislike me? Because I'm a patient?"

"No, no." Qiao Muyuan immediately denied, "I didn't mean that."

"If you refuse to eat, you just think you dislike me for being a patient."

"No, it's really not the case." Qiao Muyuan had no choice but to take off his shoes and sit cross-legged opposite him, the two of them sitting opposite each other.

Ji Changmu had a natural look on his face and gave Qiao Muyuan a pair of chopsticks.

In front of them was a large bowl of noodles, steaming hot and filled with the aroma of green onions.

Ji Changmu took a bite, and Qiao Muyuan also took a forkful of noodles and ate it. Although something didn't feel right, she didn't really want to refuse.

Sometimes their chopsticks would touch each other, and every time Ji Changmu would give in, which made Qiao Muyuan feel embarrassed because he was the patient.

Sometimes the tips of their noses would touch when they lowered their heads at the same time. At that moment, Qiao Muyuan's face turned red.

I don't know if the heating was too high, but she was covered in sweat after eating half of it.

It's raining outside and warm as spring inside.
Chapter completed!