After she thought that the camouflage warrior who saved her and her brother was really her hallucination before she fell into coma, and treasured him in her heart, he appeared in the living room of the Song family, surrounded by everyone, like a god banished, perfectly dressed.
Although he was wearing a suit, he exuded an aura of cold arrogance and arrogance that would repel people thousands of miles away.
But Qiao Ran still recognized him at a glance as the camouflage soldier who rescued her seven years ago.
Because no matter how his temperament changes, those eyes and his voice cannot change.
He was as cold as ice to everyone, but it was Song Wanqing who showed his handsome and elegant charming smile.
Especially when he looked at Song Wanqing, his eyes were so gentle and doting that it made people envious and heartbroken.
Qiao Ran never expected that the man she had remembered in her heart for many years would meet again at her half-sister's wedding.
Appear as groom to the bride.
That moment was the first time in Qiao Ran's 21-year life that he experienced unforgettable pain and despair.
It was actually more suffocating than the pain she felt when she and her brother were trapped at the bottom of a cold well and on the verge of death.
So when Song Wanqing was in a car accident and the Wen family asked her to marry her to celebrate Wen Shimo's mother, she hesitated for a while.
Marrying this man whom she had only met twice, but who had lived in her heart for seven years.
She told herself that as long as Song Wanqing woke up, she would divorce him.
If Song Wanqing doesn't wake up, no matter whether he loves her or not, she will only love him for ten years.
When ten years are up, if he still doesn't love her.
Then she would divorce him and have no more entanglements with him.
Three years of marriage passed quickly. Ten years after she loved him, he still didn't love her.
She is willing to admit defeat!
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When Wen Shimo woke up, he saw that Qiao Ran was not in the ward, and felt a touch of disappointment in his heart.
When I raised my hands, the unbearable pain disappeared.
My swollen and sore eyes became clear and refreshed.
Although his body still hurts, the pain is bearable for him.
In the past, he didn't need to be hospitalized to recuperate from pain of this level, and he could just let his body recover slowly at work.
A few hours ago, he was feeling uncomfortable and painful everywhere. How could he recover so quickly after being treated by Qiao Ran?
Is that woman's medical skills really so incredible?
Just when Wen Shimo was marveling at Qiao Ran's medical skills, a familiar fragrance passed into his nose.
Wen Shimo looked around and saw familiar figures busy in the kitchen through the glass door.
Qiao Ran stood in front of the stove, holding a pot in one hand and a spoon in the other, stir-frying the vegetables skillfully and quickly.
In her hands, the vegetables flew out of the pot, rolled in the air countless times, and then landed safely in the pot.
No one without some martial arts skills can make such a beautiful spoon.
This was the first time Wen Shimo saw Qiao Ran cooking.
It turns out that those delicious meals were cooked by her with such chic and crisp gestures. No wonder they are so memorable.
Whenever he saw her cooking once, he could tell that she was a person with a strong foundation in martial arts.
It’s not like all her secrets were discovered only after the divorce.
Just when Wen Shimo was regretting that he had ignored Qiao Ran so much before, the door opened.
Qiao Ran walked out of the kitchen and placed the meals on the table one by one.
Wen Shimo sat in front of the bed, like a noble prince, waiting for Qiao Ran to ask him to eat.
However, Qiao Ran sat at the dinner table, eating six dishes and one soup by himself, with no intention of asking him to eat.
"Didn't you see there is another patient here?" Wen Shimo said angrily.
"I see, your meal will be here in a minute. These are just for me!"
What do you mean his meal will be here soon?
She had cooked so many dishes, but she never thought about letting him eat them?
If I give her a portion of six dishes and one soup, is she a pig?
At this time, Zhou Yu walked in carrying the exquisite packing box from Jiuzhou Hotel.
"Mr. Wen, you're awake, I'll prepare your dinner..." Zhou Yu saw the six dishes and one soup in front of Qiao Ran, and smiled in surprise: "Miss Qiao, didn't you cook a lot of food?
Why are you asking me to buy food for Mr. Wen?"
"What I made was for me to eat, and I didn't say I wanted to feed it to him." Qiao Ran said with a bright smile.
"You want to feed it to me, but I don't want to eat it yet. The food cooked by Chef Jiuzhou is a hundred times more delicious than yours." Wen Shimo spoke in time to save his dignity.
"Then please enjoy Mr. Wen's delicious food prepared by Chef Jiuzhou!" Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo with a pretty and bright smile.
Zhou Yu looked at Qiao Ran's bright smile. Although his face was still the same, he didn't know why, but he felt that the face in front of him was particularly attractive, and he was stunned for a moment.
Seeing Zhou Yu looking at Qiao Ran with amazement, Wen Shimo scolded him coldly: "Zhou Yu, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and serve the food?"
Zhou Yu quickly recovered from his shock, ran to Wen Shimo, pulled up the small square table on the hospital bed, and placed the four dishes and one soup packed by the hotel on it.
"Mr. Wen, please have a meal!"
Wen Shimo held his chopsticks and looked at the equally exquisite and tempting food in front of him, but he had no desire to use his chopsticks.
"Qiao Ran is having dinner, what did he cook?" Cheng Zhiyuan's gentle voice came.
"There's nothing delicious, just a few simple home-cooked stir-fries. Has Dr. Cheng eaten?" Qiao Ran asked in a gentle voice.
"Not yet. I thought I would check out Shi Mo's injury and then go have dinner. Seeing you cooking so many delicious dishes, I suddenly felt that the food in the cafeteria was not interesting anymore." Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the food on the table with bright eyes.
vegetable.
"If Dr. Cheng doesn't mind, just sit down and have something together. Anyway, I've done a lot."
Who said that it was only for her?
She talks to him like he owes her billions, and when she talks to his friends, she smiles as brightly and brightly as a sunflower.
Treat someone so differently. Is there anyone who treats their savior like this?
What Cheng Zhiyuan was waiting for was Qiao Ran's words, and he immediately smiled and said, "Then I'm in a good mood today."
When Wen's mother was hospitalized, Qiao Ran cooked delicious meals every day. Sometimes Wen's father also brought meals. The meals Qiao Ran cooked were given to Cheng Zhiyuan, who was responsible for treating Wen's mother.
Cheng Zhiyuan was full of praise for Qiao Ran's craftsmanship.
I haven’t eaten Qiao Ran’s food in more than two years, and I’ve been looking for a chance to taste it again.
But Wen Shimo never gave friends like them a chance to visit.
Cheng Zhiyuan walked up to Wen Shimo, listened to the sound with a stethoscope, and then checked Wen Shimo's injuries, and looked at Qiao Ran in shock.
"The murmur in the lungs has disappeared, the echo in the stomach has returned to normal, and most of the redness and swelling on his body have subsided. Qiao Ran, what medicine did you give him to make him recover so quickly and so miraculously?"
"When I traveled abroad, I bought some medicinal wine from a foreign doctor. I don't know what it was called." Qiao Ran replied calmly.
"Can you show it to me so I can study it?" Cheng Zhiyuan asked expectantly.
"I'm sorry, that was the last bottle of medicinal wine, so it was all blamed on him." Qiao Ran lied breathlessly without blushing.
"Oh, this medicine is so miraculous. It's a pity that we can't check the original version." Cheng Zhiyuan said with great regret.
"It's no pity. His injuries can be recovered without that medicine, and it's not a good life-saving medicine." Qiao Ran comforted.
Cheng Zhiyuan nodded, walked to sit opposite Qiao Ran, picked up a dish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
"Oh my God, your cooking is even better than two years ago. It's so delicious. This is the first time I've eaten such delicious food."
Cheng Zhiyuan has two major hobbies in life: studying medical skills and tasting delicious food.
Cheng Zhiyuan, who was amazed by the delicious food, forgot about the regret of not being able to get good medicine, and praised Qiao Ran's craftsmanship in an exaggerated voice.
Zhou Yu, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, couldn't help but swallowed when he saw Cheng Zhiyuan's exaggerated expression.
He knew how cunning Cheng Zhiyuan's mouth was.
Cheng Zhiyuan said that delicious food must be super delicious.
"Um...Miss Qiao, I...I didn't have dinner either." Zhou Yu said shamelessly and against his will.
In fact, he had already had dinner when he was packing meals for Wen Shimo and others.