"This..." Zuo Sandu said with a slightly embarrassed wry smile: "Your door was open that day, and I happened to see it, so I helped you to the hospital when something happened to you.

After speaking, he was about to leave, but Wang Nan grabbed his hand.

"Hey, wait! I ordered chicken soup!"

She quickly trotted into the kitchen, and after a while the strong smell of chicken soup wafted out of it.

"You made it?!"

The third from the left swallowed: "You should make up for it when you are sick, I will go back first!"

"Brother Zuo, I made this stew specially for you. I originally planned to put it in a box and bring it to you. Since you are here, it's just right!"

Wang Nan served a bowl of soup in front of him: "How about you try my cooking?! My stewed soup is delicious, try it!"

The first thousand and thirty-nine chapters make a small plan!

Originally, the third from the left didn't like to drink chicken soup very much, but when he drank the chicken soup stewed by Wang Nan, he couldn't help being stunned.

The familiar smell reminded him of the past.

"What's wrong?! Isn't it good to drink?!"

Wang Nan asked worriedly: "Is the taste too weak?! I'll put some more salt!"

"That's it! It's delicious!"

The third person from the left ate one bowl after another, and drank one cup after another!

"Slow down, there's still some in the pot, don't worry, I'll fill it up for you again!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Nan turned around and walked into the kitchen to bring out the pot of chicken soup.

It was so delicious that Zuo San had already forgotten who was the sick person, he or Wang Nan, and now he couldn't care less about being polite, so he just drank bowl after bowl.

Twelve midnight.

Inside the SPE bar.

After the third from the left returned home, he still didn't like being alone in that small rental house.

For him, that home is a place to sleep.

The less talkative a person is, the more afraid he is of being alone.

In an unremarkable booth, the third one from the left sat there alone drinking wine.

He didn't order much, just a few bottles of beer and a big bottle of foreign wine. He didn't talk or brag. Others' tables were full of people, but his position seemed to be scary. Same thing, no one wants to sit here!

There was no one to accompany him to drink, he just drank cups into his mouth by himself.

Like an emotionless drinking machine, maybe a lonely person like him can only anesthetize himself with alcohol every day.

"What's the point of drinking alone?! How about sharing a table together?!"

The third from the left held the bottle drunk and said in a deep voice, "Get out! Get away if you don't want to die!"

Maybe he longs for someone to chat with him, but he lives in his inner world and goes out, and no one else can come in. JrNovels.com