In his sleep, An Lan is still not very stable.

I dreamed of a mudslide that was overwhelming, and I dreamed that I threw Feng Ning out, and the other party fell into the abyss while screaming.

"An Ning..." An Lan screamed and woke up from her dream. When she saw the white ceiling, she realized that she was dreaming.

"She's fine, she's in the two wards next door."

A low and warm voice drifted into her ears. She looked in the sound and blurted out: "You haven't left yet?"

Ling Yichen glanced at her faintly, handed her a glass of water, then stood up and prepared to leave, but An Lan stopped him.

"My Actor Ling, can I order a meal for me? I'm hungry."

Ling Yichen turned his head, raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and looked at her silently, as if he was asking you that the previous sentence drove me away, and the next sentence asked me to buy food, did he treat me as a servant?

An Lan understood his gaze and shrugged, "I just saved your girlfriend, it's not too much to treat me to a meal."

The implication was that she thought Feng Ning was his girlfriend.

It’s no wonder she thought so. Ling Yichen’s attitude towards Feng Ning is different from that of anyone, and it is easy to be misunderstood.

After a moment, he said calmly: "She is not my girlfriend."

Then, before An Lan could speak again, he had already left with elegant steps.

An Lan curled her lips, touched her stomach, looked at the wounded legs wrapped around her and lamented.

"What kind of world is there? If you save people, you still have no food to eat and you will still be hungry."

"I can buy whatever I want to eat." Unlike Ling Yichen's male voice, the familiarity made An Lan have a slightly salute.

She raised her eyes and saw Feng Yu's face, and she frowned unconsciously, put on Ling Yichen's same expression and said, "No need."

Feng Yu clearly felt her attitude change. He lowered his eyes and looked at her legs, walked to her and said, "I misunderstood you before, Feng Ning said you saved her life, thank you."

"You can ask for any requests you have, and within my ability, you can try to satisfy you."

An Lan smiled faintly when she heard this. She had accused her in the cave before, but now she lowered her figure to thank her. Feng Yu was a little surprised by her.

But she was not very grateful.

"President Feng is polite. I can't afford to say Xie. I just rely on my conscience to save people, and I never thought of giving them back."

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was surprised but not surprised. He walked to Anlan's bed and sat down, and continued, "Feng Ning said, she felt uncomfortable after drinking your water, so she ran into the woods and encountered danger."

An Lan's eyes darkened, and he quickly passed through his mind. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at him and asked, "So, Mr. Feng thought it was my hand or foot?"

"I will investigate this matter clearly. You'd better not have done it, otherwise..." Feng Yu stared at her, and Leng Rui's eyes flashed with a look of looking.

"She can't do such a thing." The visitor interrupted him, walked straight to An Lan, put the food he bought by the table, and untied it.

When An Lan heard Ling Yichen's confident voice, she felt a little warm in her heart for some reason. She lowered her eyes and watched him open the food box. The warm millet porridge inside exuded an attractive fragrance, which made her feel even more hungry.

"It smells so good, King Ling, you are such a good person." An Lan smiled and fired a wave of rainbow farts, completely treating Feng Yu as a transparent person.

Ling Yichen raised his eyes and looked at her without saying anything.

The two of them looked as if no one was around, Feng Yu's face darkened. He snorted coldly and said, "Why are you sure that she didn't do it?"

"intuition."

When An Lan heard these two words, she almost sprayed a mouthful of millet porridge from her mouth. She looked at Feng Yu, whose face was gloomy, and felt a little happy in her heart.

Feng Yu snorted coldly, stopped talking, stood up and walked out.

An Lan glanced at his leaving figure, took a sip of millet porridge, and said, "Why do you believe me? What if I really want to make a prank Feng Ning?"

"reason?"

"There are many reasons, such as if I don't like her and want to mess with her. Or..." In the end, An Lan himself felt that it was too insulting Ling Yichen's IQ.

So she shrugged, spooned the millet porridge and ate it quietly.

"It's not good for you to hurt her, and you're also a victim."

Before leaving, Ling Yichen gently left this sentence.
Chapter completed!