Chapter 717: Give you empty joy

Yange said proudly, "Zhang's mother is often absent and will buy me a lot of noodles. I cook them every day, and I will."
Clear soup noodles, with no garnish except eggs.
The two of them sat at the table with a bowl of noodles, and Yange couldn't wait to show off his cooking: "Is it delicious, brother? You taste it, my noodles must be delicious."
Jiang Jian bowed his head and ate a bite of noodles.
After Yange asked him again whether he was delicious, he looked up and smiled at her: "It's delicious."
The smile was very sincere and brilliant.
The noodles were rotten, and she didn't put any seasoning at all, only the noodle soup that looked like flour in the noodles.
He thought that this should be the most unpleasant noodle he has ever eaten.
However, I felt that this was the best meal he had ever had!
Yange won his praise and ate the noodles in his bowl with interest.
Jiang Jian looked up at her several times and saw that she was eating so sweet. With a little association, you can know how Zhang Ma perfunctured her when he was away.
His eyes were a bit uncomfortable, and a bowl of noodles was eaten by him.
Yange closed the bowl and washed it.
She walked slowly, thinking she was not feeling well. Jiang Jian took the bowl in her hand and strode to the kitchen.
After dinner, Yange asked Jiang Jian: "Brother, would you like to go for a walk?"
Jiang Jian held her arm and walked upstairs: "Don't go, you are not feeling well and you need to rest in bed."
Yan Ge nodded, and immediately she turned her head and said, "Brother, will you teach me how to read?"
Jiang Jian nodded at the look on her face.
This time still lying on Jiang Jian's big bed.
Yan Ge's bed was small, and Jiang Jian could not rest.
I looked at her a few times and felt that she was very sleepy, but still stared intently at the words in the book.
He reached out and touched her head. "Sleep."
Yange rubbed his eyes and nodded: "Brother is not in good health, so go to bed early."
She moved down, leaning against his shoulder, and murmured, "Brother, good night."
He was lying with her for a long time, and did not respond to her words, staring at the ceiling in the darkness.
The girl next to her, after a long time, gently asked him, "Brother, are you asleep?"
"No."
"Oh!"
He waited for her to continue talking, but she didn't say any more.
He had to soften his voice and asked her, "Is something wrong?"
Yange asked in a dull voice, "Brother, did I really buy it?"
He went to grab her hand, only to find that her hand was clenched tightly to the quilt.
He opened her fingers a little bit, and then held her hand in his own hand: "Well."
Although the sound is very light, it is firm.
He could see her eyelashes fluttering through the light coming in through the window. He squeezed her hands tightly and continued, "An'an, do you want to leave here?"
She asked, "Brother, didn't you lie to me?"
The voice was panicked, a little helpless, and saddened with restraint.
"I didn't lie to you." He continued: "At that time, I had a good match for your bone marrow, and my parents bought you back. You would be small, originally too small, and not suitable for taking your blood stem cells, but Because you are not biological, my parents didn't care if you had sequelae. "