As soon as he approached the ward door, Liu Mao's voice came out: "How could I know you haven't had lunch yet? You didn't say anything."

"I said it, WeChat." Xu Huaisong answered affirmatively.

Ruan Yu stopped about one meter away from the door, looked down at the insulation box in his hand, and felt speechless.

Xu Huaisong was confused. He said it on WeChat, but he told her.

She just said, why after she hangs up the voice, she receives a message that looks very familiar and very confident in her tone: Bring me a bowl of porridge at noon.

The location and ward number are also included behind.

It turns out that the news that he planned to give to Liu Mao was sent to her by mistake?

But when faced with such a command-shaped sentence, she recalled Xu Huaisong handling her case last night with fluid in the ward, even if it was out of humanitarianism, she would not refuse.

So what should I do now? Or not?

Ruan Yu was hesitating in the corridor, and suddenly heard Liu Mao's voice sound again: "Okay, I'll buy it for you." After that, he strode towards the door.

She didn't have time to dodge and was hit by him, so she had to laugh dryly: "Lawyer Liu," she said, and picked up the insulation box in her hand, "Buy porridge?"

Ruan Yu was taken in by Liu Mao.

Xu Huaisong was leaning against a soft pillow, typing on the computer keyboard, looking like he was busy with work. When he saw her coming in, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ruan Yu said "uh": "That, the door is not closed, I heard you speak..." and shook his cell phone, "Lawyer Xu, you sent me the news. Your porridge."

Xu Huaisong seemed stunned, lowered his head and slid open his phone and looked at it: "Oh." He paused and added, "I'm in trouble."

Ruan Yu put down the insulation box and the documents in his arms and said, "Then I'll leave first. This document is the final draft of the anti-palette. I'll bring it by the way. Just look at it if you are in better health."

Liu Mao stopped her with a "hey": "It's a hot day, this trip is a detour for me. I'll treat you to ice."

Ruan Yu waved his hand and said, "No," so when he took a step back and suggested "Sit down and eat some fruit before leaving", he refused again.

Liu Mao asked her to sit down on the rest chair aside, then put the insulation box on the table in front of Xu Huaisong, and unscrew the lid for him.

A fragrant osmanthus fragrance came to my nose. The double-layer box was filled with white porridge and red bean paste.

What is the strange way to eat this?

Xu Huaisong seemed very familiar with it. He wiped his hands with a wet tissue and slowly poured red bean paste on the white porridge.

A sense of "excessive" loneliness filled Liu Mao's heart. He asked curiously: "Is this a specialty from your place?"

His wording was "you", but Xu Huaisong naturally said "hmm".

Ruan Yu was so scared: "How did Lawyer Xu know that I am from Su City?"

"I've understood." He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and responded to her with her words. When he looked up, his face turned pale. He pursed his lower lip and added, "Your WeChat information."

Oh yes, in her information, the area column says "Su City".

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter if you recognize your fellow villager, just don’t know if you are an alumni.

Ruan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled "hehe" and pulled the topic away as if concealed: "glutinous rice is not easy to digest, I'm useless, the taste may be almost the same, you can eat it."

"Um."

Liu Mao felt that he had more. He was about to escape, but he looked up but saw Chen Hui who had been sent away just now. When he saw Ruan Yu, he was surprised and said, "Miss Ruan, are you here to see Brother Song?"

Ruan Yu thought this was purely a mistake, but it was hard to really say that he was not here to come to see Xu Huaisong, so he had to nod and say "yes".

Chen Hui smiled at her, turned his head and found that Xu Huaisong had changed into a porridge, and said strangely "Huh".

"Help me take off the tissue." Xu Huaisong interrupted his upcoming question in time.

Liu Mao was close to the bedside table, handed him the whole slap, and then patted Chen Hui on the shoulder: "Let's go, the law firm has something to do."

Chen Hui said "Oh" and came to the door but suddenly turned around: "By the way, Brother Song, I'll read the email you sent at 3 a.m. today, I'll give you the information later."

Ruan Yu was stunned.

She must have been "unconscious" at three o'clock in the morning. Didn't Xu Huaisong say that he fell asleep too, so he didn't hang up the voice?

She paused, and then heard his question: "3 am? Are you sleepwalking?"

Liu Mao's reaction was almost out of track: "Xiao Chen remembered it wrongly, that was the email I sent."

Ruan Yu: “…”

These lawyers couldn't even understand the person they were informed. Why was she so anxious for their client?

"Is that true?" Chen Hui touched the back of his head, walked out of the door with a suspicion, and slapped his thigh at the parking lot, "No, Brother Mao, it's Brother Song's email, it's right!"

Liu Mao opened the car door: "I have some vision. Don't you want to do it in the law firm?"

Chen Hui came over in a daze, put on his seat belt behind the car, and said, "So, Brother Song was very surprised when he met Miss Ruan. He said that he had just arrived and insisted that I act in a show, saying that Sister Zhang was in trouble. Later, I called him to voice and asked when he would pick him up, but he inexplicably replied 'I didn't eat'..."

Liu Mao didn't know that there was such an inside story. After thinking about it, he sent a message to Xu Huaisong: If you are foolish, just forget about small matters, don't delay the color palette. People have already taken the final draft, and it is unreasonable to not finalize it.

In the ward, Xu Huaisong, who had just finished drinking the porridge, picked up his cell phone, and silently after reading the news, and called out: Do you think I want to delay?

He and her were like a knife cut in half. There was nothing else to do except the case.

But Liu Mao was right, this matter should come to an end.

Seeing that he finished eating, Ruan Yu took the initiative to pack up the tableware and said again: "Lawyer Xu, you have a good rest, I'll leave first."

Xu Huaisong nodded and opened the document. When she walked to the door with the insulation box, she said, "Wait."

Ruan Yu turned around and looked in doubt.

He said: "Your manuscript has always been missing a chapter."

There is a missing chapter. The heroine's dream.

Ruan Yu's heart suddenly jumped three feet. She tried her best to calm down: "No?"

Xu Huaisong didn't give her a chance to get away with it: "Confirm Chapter 23."

"Now?"

Xu Huaisong nodded a fatal head.

She walked back with a tough bullet and said, "But I don't have any manuscripts on hand."

“There is no website backend either?”

He is a male lawyer, why does he even know the background of a woman?

Ruan Yu slowly opened the background of his phone.

I can't escape, but at least I can find a fig leaf. So she said, "The internet is a bit stuck, I'll send it to you on the way back later."

"There are wireless here, four passwords, six four eight."

Ruan Yu took a secret breath, gritted his teeth, and after three minutes, he copied and pasted the chapter content, copied it to the document and sent it to him, and then said, "I'll leave first."

Xu Huaisong frowned at the computer.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's too long, my eyes hurt."

It seems that he came in because of his stomach?

"Then you have a rest before you look."

"You read it."

"?"

Ruan Yu rubbed his ears and said, "What did you say?"

Xu Huaisong closed his eyes, lifted the quilt, and lay down half of his body: "I roughly remember the original work. If you read it once, I will confirm that there is no problem, and you can finish your work."

“…”

He has no problem, she will have problems.

Ruan Yu couldn't even hold up his smirk: "I've confirmed that there is no problem with this chapter."

"During World War II, in order to strengthen the protection of fighter jets, Britain and the United States investigated the distribution of bullet marks on the bodies of surviving aircraft after the war and decided to consolidate the parts with dense bullet marks. However, some statisticians pointed out that places with fewer bullet marks should be paid attention to, because when they are severely damaged, it will be difficult for fighter jets to have a chance to return. However, this part of the data is often ignored." Xu Huaisong closed his eyes and told the story in a casual manner.

“…”

An anti-palette was about World War II, and even the one who wrote books did not have this kind of imagination.

Ruan Yu couldn't say anything refuted, so he took out his phone in convincingly. He was fooled and even forgot that the Jinjiang app had a voice playback function.

OK, drive him a fighter plane.

Isn’t it just a little yellow article? Who isn’t an adult yet?

She closed the door, put the insulation box, picked up her cell phone, pressed her left hand on her right wrist, trying to stabilize herself, then cleared her throat and said in a mechanical female voice: "Chapter 23..."

"Zhang" fell, and Xu Huaisong opened his eyes: "Forget it, no need."

Ruan Yu stopped in an unknown way. The next moment, he heard someone knocking on the door.

The female nurse standing outside said through the door: "Mr. Xu, a lady surnamed Tao claims to be your mother and is asking the consultation desk for your ward number."

A minute later, Ruan Yu, who had no time to escape, met the mother and sister of the male protagonist of Huang Wen.
To be continued...