The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

The sky outside was grey, with dark clouds hanging low and gathering into large clumps that seemed to be raining.

Xu Xizhou woke up after sleeping for a few hours. After the infusion, the pain in his abdomen was much relieved, and his face became bloody.

He thought about explaining it to the director in person, and was about to sit up to get the phone on the bedside table when the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

Zhuang Jingchun walked in with a paper bag.

"Are you hungry?"

Afraid of what he would say, Xu Xizhou hurriedly lay back on the hospital bed and nodded obediently.

"I'm a little hungry."

"You didn't eat breakfast, it's already noon." Zhuang Jingchun frowned Qingjun's brows, took out the takeaways from the paper bag, and placed them on the table one by one.

Xu Xizhou swallowed his saliva, originally full of expectations, but when the lids were all lifted, his eyelids drooped down.

"It's so bland."

"Otherwise, do you still want to eat barbecue?"

Zhuang Jingchun took off the chopsticks and handed them to him.

"Why are you still lying down, want me to feed you?"

It's not impossible, Xu Xizhou thought happily in his heart. He sat up honestly and opened the small table.

Halfway through the meal, it really started to rain outside.

Soon, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the rainstorm washed away the green plants in the courtyard.

Zhuang Jingchun had eaten in the restaurant, and now sits on the sofa next to her, reading silently.

Seeing the tiredness between his brows and eyes, Xu Xizhou couldn't help but ask, "Would you like to go back and have a rest?"

After all, Zhuang Jingchun has been with him since midnight, tossing all the way from the garden to the hospital. He had just slept in the hospital bed for several hours, but Zhuang Jingchun never closed his eyes for a moment.

"In the evening, wait until you feel better."

Xu Xizhou looked at his profile, itchy in his heart, for some reason, he just wanted to be close to him.

"This post-dinner fruit is pretty good. Dragon fruit is very sweet. Would you like to try it?"

"I don't eat dragon fruit." Zhuang Jingchun didn't lift her eyelashes.

"But this one is really sweet. You will definitely change your mind on dragon fruit after you eat it."

Xu Xizhou forked a small piece of dragon fruit flesh and handed it to him reluctantly, "Just taste it, it's really delicious."

There was a hint of coquettishness in his tone of voice. Zhuang Jingchun's scalp was numb, and when he recovered, the red pitaya pulp had already entered his mouth.

Chew lightly, the juice bursts, and the rich fruity aroma overflows the whole mouth.

"How is it? Is it really sweet?"

Xu Xizhou smiled brightly, and looked at him with dark eyes without blinking.

The crackling raindrops outside the window seemed to hit Zhuang Jingchun's heart at this moment, making a certain place in his heart become unusually soft and moist.