"..." Yang Qianyu endured it and asked with a sneer, "Have you ever drank swill?"
Otherwise, how would you know that this soup tastes as bad as swill?
"Yang Qianyu!" The man was displeased.
"exist."
She responded with a smile, which made Long Yan so angry that Mr. Feng couldn't continue to pursue the case.
The two of them became silent in perfect agreement.
After a while, the patient reluctantly finished a small bowl. "Mom" asked him to drink more. He asked rudely with a cold face: "Are you deliberately abusing me? Or are you taking revenge on me?"
"Tch! Do you want to drink it?" Yang Qian stood up and left in a tone, carrying another packing box to the coffee table, and started eating by himself.
Mr. Feng frowned again, "Why are you sitting so far away?"
"Mr. Feng is so noble and pretentious, how do I know that you won't dislike my food smoking you?"
"..." Feng Moyan pursed his thin lips into a thin line, and his handsome face became angular.
Yang Qianyu glanced at it, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, secretly thinking that she deserved it.
It seems that the only thing that can defeat the yin and yang is the yin and yang.
After silencing someone with nothing to say, Yang Qianyu finally had a quiet meal.
After packing up all the lunch boxes and throwing them into the trash can, she went to the bathroom, washed her hands and mouth, came out, and returned to the bedside.
"How do you feel? I asked the doctor and he said that the operation went well. If you take good care of yourself, you should be able to leave the hospital and go home to recuperate in more than a week."
All things considered, I have to stay in the hospital for several months, which is really boring.
If you go home to recuperate, you will be more comfortable after all.
When Feng Moyan heard that she knew how to inquire about his situation, he finally calmed down his displeasure and said, "It's not bad, it's just that the incision hurts..."
I thought he was going to bark again, "Do you still care about me?"
Who would have thought, I would actually learn to speak human language.
Since he spoke nicely, she would naturally treat him politely.
"After surgery, the pain at the incision is inevitable. It will be fine after the wound heals and the stitches are removed. I can bear with it for the next few days."
Feng Moyan couldn't see her, but he could taste her expression at this moment from the gentle and clear tone, and he couldn't help but show a look of inquiry on her face.
Yang Qianyu saw his mental activity and simply said clearly: "As long as you don't sneer at me, I will naturally not retort."
"..." Mr. Feng curled his lips and turned his head.
Obviously he was embarrassed and embarrassed because his thoughts were seen through.
When Yang Qianyu saw that he was still embarrassed, she smiled and picked up her bag: "Okay, go to sleep. The more you rest, the faster you can recover."
He immediately turned his head and said angrily: "Are you leaving again?!"
Just then I praised him for being able to speak human words, and the next second his true nature was revealed.
Yang Qianyu sighed, "Didn't you say that you want to drink the soup I made tonight? Then I can't go to the supermarket to buy the ingredients now, go back and stew them, and then deliver them to you in the evening?"
Her explanation seemed like Feng Moyan was being unreasonable.
"Then...then you can stay a few more minutes. At least...wait until I fall asleep before you leave." He was silent for a few seconds and murmured in a low voice.
Yang Qianyu almost doubted her own ears, "Feng Moyan, how old are you? Three little ones haven't asked me to sleep with you. You, a man over thirty..."
"My current mental age should be only half of thirty, right?"
Because his memory is stuck in his teenage years.
Yang Qianyu smiled helplessly, shook her head and didn't know how to answer.
"Okay, I'll sit here. You close your eyes and go to sleep." After saying that, she pulled away the chair and sat down beside the hospital bed. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to go back to work on WeChat first, so it wouldn't waste time.
Feng Moyan was surprised, "You agreed?"
"That's not it?"
Does she dare not agree?
If he doesn't agree, he will lose his temper, become arrogant, sarcastic, and picky.
Mr. Feng's handsome but slightly haggard appearance suddenly became distorted. He pondered for a moment and asked: "You are suddenly so nice to me...have you done something wrong?"
I feel guilty about doing something wrong, so I treat him better?
When Yang Qianyu heard this, she completely doubted her ears and subconsciously asked: "What?"
He immediately pursed his lips and stopped responding.
"You said that I've done something wrong by being nice to you?" Even though he didn't say anything, Yang Qianyu still said what he said, and she was so angry that she sneered, "Feng Moyan... you, your brain
Loop——"
She whined for a while, unable to find an adjective, so she simply grabbed her bag again and stood up from the chair: "Whether you want to sleep or not, I'm leaving!"
Originally, Feng Moyan felt that she was the righteous one, and she had indeed done something "unfortunate".
He felt that he was being magnanimous by not pursuing her, and he even pretended not to know that he didn't expose her and didn't lose his temper with her, which was already very good!
He is the one who makes sense!
But when the woman said something angrily and turned around to leave, he immediately forgot his position and the anger that he had been so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death. He hurriedly asked: "Then you... you still bring food at night."
are you coming?"
Yang Qianyu had already gone out. When she slammed the door, she said: "Just wait!"
Wait?
Mr. Feng pondered these words to himself, not knowing whether to interpret them literally or as an irony.
But no matter how he understood it, he actually waited all afternoon.
Waiting until evening, someone came to deliver the food.
But it's not Yang Qianyu.
But the royal city.
"Mr. Feng, my wife made the soup and asked me to get it from home. Do you want to drink it now?"
Wang Cheng was following Gong Beize these days and was too busy to do anything, so he didn't have much time to come to the hospital.
Feng Moyan had long heard Gong Beize talk about his "life experience" and knew that this young man named Wang Cheng was his assistant, but he had no impression of this person.
Thinking that if Qianqian asked him to go to the house to get soup, they must be familiar with each other, he nodded, "Drink now."
"Then...shall I feed you something to drink?"
"Let the caregiver come."
"The nurse...just saw me coming up, and it seemed like I was going down."
Feng Moyan said nothing, his face dark.
Wang Cheng poured out the soup, pulled a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed. He smiled and said, "Mr. Feng, you don't have to feel embarrassed. I have been following you for five or six years. In fact, in my heart, you are not only my boss, but also my superior."
, the leader is also my friend, Bole. Now that you are like this, I should take care of you. "
Feng Moyan was surprised, "Have you been following me for so long?"
"Um……"
When Wang Cheng saw that he felt more at ease, he began to feed him soup.
However, as soon as Mr. Feng took a bite, his expression - if he hadn't been unable to move, he would definitely jump up and go to the trash can to spit it out.
Wang Cheng was so frightened: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, are you burned?"
Feng Moyan held back the mouthful of soup in his mouth, neither swallowing nor spitting out——
Because he couldn't move, he couldn't vomit on the pillow, and it would take a long time to change the sheets and clothes. In the end, he was the one who suffered.