She is very sick

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Chapter Thirty Eight

    She asked me when I could call her there.

    I have to practice.

    ——Zhang Lu made the

    scene quiet instantly.

    Zhang Lurang put the bowl back on the table and made a crisp sound.

    He stood up and whispered: "I'm full."

    Mother Zhang glanced at his bowl, frowned and said, "You haven't eaten a few bites yet." The

    bowl of rice was almost full, not eating at all. A few mouthfuls.

    The food on the table is still hot and steaming.

    The warm yellow light shone from the top of the head, but it didn't seem warm at all.

    Zhang Lurang was about to walk upstairs.

    Zhang Luli on the side rubbed his eyes with his hands, and said flatteringly: "Brother, you have to eat."

    His footsteps stopped, and he finally sat back.

    At the dining table, Mother Zhang was still talking.

    Her voice is very gentle.

    Into Zhang Lurang's ears, it seemed to be thorny.

    ****** After

    eating, Zhang Lurang returned to the room.

    He turned on the bright white lamp in front of the desk and let out a "click" sound.

    Zhang Lurang sat down and took a look at the phone.

    The light of the desk lamp was too bright, making him a little bit unable to see the content on the phone.

    Zhang Lurang increased the brightness.

    Instantly saw what Su Zai was sending to him.

    ——I thought about it, you can't always come to me.

    ——Should I go to your place to play during the winter vacation?

    Zhang Lurang lowered his eyes, thinking about how to answer.

    But the fingers moved uncontrollably and dialed her phone.

    After a sound, Su Zaizai picked it up.

    "Let."

    "Um."

    "Why did you call me."

    "..."

    "Are you in a bad mood?"

    "No."

    She didn't ask any more, and broke the subject.

    "Jiang Jia told me today that people who have repeated names are generally good-looking."

    "Really." Zhang Lu let out a dull smile.

    Su Zai said seriously: "No wonder you are called Zhang Rangrang."

    Zhang Lurang: "..."

    "But I think," Su Zai continued to flatter, "A mere name can't control your appearance." There was