Chapter 487 You Are My Fingertip Starlight

Whenever someone came in, Li Che would yell and tell people to get out. No one dared to disturb him in his condition.

When Yan Ge left, Li Che had just finished yelling at a nurse, and all the pillows were thrown on the ground by the door.

As soon as Yan Ge opened the door, he heard Li Che call: "Don't disturb me, get out..."

He didn't hear any response from the person at the door, his heart trembled, and he turned his head to look over.

Yan Ge stood at the door, looking at him timidly.

Li Che can lose his temper with anyone without any scruples, but in front of Yan Ge, he really wanted to put her little white flower on the tip of his heart so that she would not experience any wind and rain, so how could he be willing? Go yell at her.

The moment he saw Yan Ge, the anger on his face immediately turned into surprise: "Huanhuan, why are you here today? Didn't you go to class?"

Yan Ge shook his head.

After entering the door, she first put down the two thermos pots on her hands, and then put down the painting utensils on her back. She pulled open the heavy curtains without asking Li Che's advice.

As soon as the curtains were drawn open, the sun shone in, filling the room with brilliance.

But for Li Che, the bright sunlight was too dazzling.

What he hated the most was when someone opened the curtains and was pierced by the sun. He squinted subconsciously, but didn't respond.

Yan Ge returned to him and typed on his mobile phone: "There is still a week before I go to class. My dad asked me to see you more these two days."

At the end, I typed again: I just saw that your family brought food, and we ate together. I haven't eaten yet. In the morning, I ran over before my dad woke up. "

Li Che saw her set up the bed table, put the food on the table one by one, and served him and her a bowl of porridge.

I didn't want to eat it.

She sat across from him, eating slowly, with joy and joy on her face, and from time to time, she used her mobile phone to type and ask him: "The porridge is cold, why don't you eat it?"

She is alone, maybe she is too embarrassed to eat.

He can only eat the porridge with her.

She drank up all the porridge left in the pot, and typed quietly to him and said: Your porridge is really delicious, and the pork rib soup yesterday was also delicious, but unfortunately there are not many of them.

He sent a message, asking Mama Zhang to stew pork rib soup again at noon, and to stew more.

After eating, she didn't remove the table, but put all her painting utensils on the table.

It was the first time he had seen her draw manga, and her tools were novel to him.

He opened the link she sent him, and saw that under the cartoon she sent, many messages were urging updates.

She writes on the drawing board: I draw, you help me color?

Li Che shook his head: "I can't do this, I'm not a professional."

Yan Gexiao: It’s okay, I think you’ll change the coloring if it’s not good, mainly because I want to discover my own new vision from another angle.

He said so professionally, how could Li Che refuse.

What's more, she smiled so softly and happily, his heart softened.

This morning, the time passed so unknowingly.

He sometimes stares at Yan Ge who is immersed in drawing manga in a daze.

Doing what you like well and being able to get glory in it, this kind of thing, just think about it, and you will be extremely happy.

The sun fell on her hair, reflecting many light spots.

He reached out, stroked her hair, and immediately withdrew his hand.

But she didn't realize that she had been concentrating on painting.

He discovered a long, long time ago that little white flowers look the best when they are serious about painting, the prettiest.

All the smiles on her face are not as serious as when she is painting.

Let him just look at it so obsessively without knowing it.