It rained all night, and the sky was gray the next day, and the rain continued to fall.

The next morning, Ji Mushen's fever finally subsided.

He Shan, who was chasing people in the cemetery last night, also rushed back.

When He Shan rushed back, Ji Mushen was sitting in the restaurant of Zhao's house, slowly drinking the porridge that Zhao Wanyi had fed him.

The cold face was filled with a little enjoyment.

Opposite him, the three brothers of the Zhao family were sitting quietly.

Zhao Muze held the porridge bowl in his hand, but had no appetite, so he put down the porridge bowl and asked the servant.

"Has the porridge not been cooked today?" Why is it a bit bitter?

Before the servant could reply, Zhao Muxi, who was beside him, had already thrown the porridge bowl on the table and said in dissatisfaction.

"Just drink some porridge, is that?"

This dead girl is just marrying someone, is it so stingy?

When they were sick, they never saw her feed their brothers porridge?

Only Zhao Muqing was a little calmer, but the millet porridge in the bowl of porridge in front of him still didn't move much.

Listening to the third brother's contemptuous words, Zhao Wanyi paused for feeding porridge to the man, turned to look at the third brother, and then muttered in a low voice.

"Of course, Ah Shen's hand is injured and you can't use force." As she said that, she handed another spoonful of millet porridge to the man's lips.

If this man is careless, he will be perverted and crazy.

Besides, when she didn't want to live anymore and didn't eat or drink in her previous life, he also patiently fed her food. At that time, she realized that he also had a gentle side.

So, she took care of him now, which was also a reward for his previous feelings for her.

Ji Mushen opened his lips and drank it, with a hint of pride in his cold eyes, and he glanced at the three men in front of him.

"Don't you have one hand?" After hearing her say, Zhao Muxi looked at Ji Mushen's uninjured hand in dissatisfaction.

Just drinking porridge with a spoon, can’t you change your hands?

Some people don’t have hands, so they can drink porridge with their feet? Do they have to feed them?

"..." The third brother's words made Zhao Wanyi stunned for a moment, and he was speechless for a moment, and the expression on his face was a little embarrassed.

"San Young Master, when you get married, you will probably understand the lady." At this time, the servant next to him covered his lips and smiled, and said to Zhao Muxi in a low voice.

When Zhao Muxi heard this, his face became even more ugly. He slapped the table and got up and left.

“This breakfast is too much to eat!”

"..." Zhao Wanyi blinked, and a look of grievance appeared on her face.

Somehow she made her third brother angry again.

She did nothing this morning and just fed Ji Mushen the porridge.

As soon as Zhao Muxi left, Zhao Muqing also got up.

"I don't have an appetite, either." He left half a bowl of porridge and left.

Only Zhao Muze was still sitting on the chair, and his mature face also showed a bit of loss, but he still said to comfort his sister.

"Don't worry about them."

At this time, He Shan, who had been waiting for the restaurant for a long time, stood aside with shock, looking at his boss' appearance being soaked in a honey jar by his wife, he was a little suspicious of his life.

After waiting for a while, the porridge in Zhao Wanyi's bowl was finally empty.

She put down the bowl and raised her hand to hand him a tissue. He reached out to take it and wiped his thin lips, and then glanced at He Shan who was looking at them in shock.
Chapter completed!