Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 333 Naked Showoff
Yan Qingchen, "This is specially washed for me!"

He Mingyang grinned and clicked his tongue, "I didn't expect you, Yan Qingchen, to win sympathy by pretending to be sick.

It's just that the little girl is confused when she cares, so she can't see it. "

Yan Qingchen gave him a cold look, "You don't have to keep your mouth if it's useless!"

Xiaonuan opened the door and came in. Yan Qingchen lay down early, looking weak and sick.

Xiao Nuan carried the lunch box, "I'll go buy you some porridge, and you'll take your medicine after you finish eating."

Carefully lifted him up, feeling distressed.

"Why is it more serious today than yesterday?"

Yan Qingchen glanced lightly at He Mingyang who was watching the show.

"It's nothing, it's just that Boss He said something and didn't have a good rest."

Then the next moment, Xiao Nuan started to explode like an old hen guarding her cubs.

"He Daluobo, he's sick, so don't disturb him if he wants to rest!"

Push him straight out, "You'd better talk to him after he's discharged from the hospital!"

He Mingyang, "Oh, no, just a few words."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door was closed, and Cha Di hit his nose.

He Ming looked up and touched his nose, "Good job, Yan Qingchen!"

Didn't you just make fun of him?

With a smile on the corner of Yan Qingchen's mouth, he accepted Xiao Nuan's protection with peace of mind.

When Xiaonuan came over, he became weak again.

Xiao Nuan poured out the porridge, and the fragrance was wafting.

As soon as Yan Qingchen smelled it, she knew the porridge was not made by her

Frowning, "Didn't you cook it yourself?"

How about hands-on care?

Xiaonuan said honestly, "I want to endure it too, but if I endure it, you will be sent to the intensive care unit if you eat it!"

Then he said with a little guilty conscience, "The porridge I made last night sent my father to the hospital!"

It seems to be thinking of something, "Didn't you say that the noodles I cooked before are delicious? Did you react after eating it!"

Yan Qingchen thought of the noodles with a weird taste, and with an ordinary expression, he said lightly, "No, it's pretty good!"

Xiaonuan snorted, feeling a little strange, "Maybe I'm only suitable for cooking noodles."

Yan Qingchen suppressed a smile in his heart, he could already imagine the miserable state of his old father-in-law when he drank porridge.

Handing the porridge to him, Yan Qingchen glanced at it, but didn't reach out to take it.

"feed me!"

Xiaonuan, "It's your stomach that's sick, not your hands!"

Yan Qingchen frowned slightly, "Stomach hurts. Forget it, if you don't want to take care of me, you can go back earlier, I can be alone! At worst, I will die in the hospital."

Where did Xiao Nuan hear such words.

Immediately picked up the spoon and fed him porridge.

"Hey, hello!" What kind of crime did she commit, what kind of debt did she incur.

While drinking porridge, Yan Qingchen's lips curled up.

After taking a few sips, he said intentionally, "If you don't want to, you don't have to force it!"

Xiao Nuan, "Very willing, very willing!"

After drinking the porridge, Yan Qingchen was lying down, and saw Xiao Nuan go to pick up the lunch box, ready to go out.

Yan Qingchen, "You don't want to stay here?"

Xiao Nuan, "It's useless for me to stay here."

Yan Qingchen, "What should I do if my stomach hurts at night after you leave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately frowned, clutched his stomach, and looked painful.

Xiaonuan was startled, and immediately panicked, "It hurts again? Me, I'll go find a doctor for you?"

Just when she was about to leave, Yan Qingchen stretched out her hand to hold her, "No, I just took the medicine, and the doctor's visit is useless. Maybe it's because of the cold, cover me up!"

"How to cover it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Qingchen stretched out his hand and pulled her onto his bed, squeezed her hand and stuffed it into his clothes, "Use your hand!"

Nuan's hand touched his hot skin, and Xiao Nuan quickly retreated in fright.

"My hands are colder than yours, how can I warm you up?"

Yan Qingchen's stomach and skin were stimulated by the coolness, and his eyes moved.

But he said firmly, "It's not cold, I feel quite warm!"

Xiaonuan couldn't help but doubt life.

He turned over, put on his shoes in twos and twos, and trotted out.

Yan Qingchen's eyebrows and eyes twitched: Are you scared away by him?

After a while, she came in with a pink fluffy towel.

The face is full of smiles, with a little bit of complacency.

"Look, I have an idea for you!"

Yan Qingchen raised his eyes, not knowing what she meant.

Xiao Nuan opened the pink towel, only to see a fat needle-water bottle lying inside.

A bottle of hot water was filled inside.

"I put seven to eight cents hot water in it, and then wrapped it in a towel. Stuffing it will keep the outside of your stomach warm, and it won't be cold anymore."

Speaking happily, he stuffed the bottle wrapped in a towel near his stomach.

Showing her white teeth, "how is it, is it warm?"

There was helplessness and pampering in Yan Qingchen's eyes.

He really raised a little genius!

But whoever Yan Qingchen was, he immediately thought of the method of "defeating the enemy".

He stretched out his hand and dragged her to the hospital bed to lie down again.

He turned sideways, and took her into his arms by the way.

The two stuck together and fixed the bottle.

Some said slowly, "My hand hurts, I don't want to hold it."

Xiao Nuan watched his operation, like a lamb captured by a lion, weak and confused.

"Yes, but I'm hot like this!"

She doesn't have a stomachache.

Yan Qingchen kicked the quilt away with his long legs, "Okay, everyone is not hot now!"

Xiao Nuan was speechless, trying to think of any excuses to separate the ambiguous distance between the two of them.

But after thinking for a while, maybe his chest was too warm, or maybe the smell on his body was too familiar.

I realized that her eyelids were fighting desperately.

Yan Qingchen looked at Xiao Nuan who was fast asleep in his arms.

He reached out and touched her hair, "I have a big heart! I fell asleep so fast!"

When he got up in the morning, Lin Sheng and his secretary sent the documents together.

I saw the needle water bottle and pink towel on the bedside.

Lin Sheng picked it up to play with, "Master, since when did you like this kind of pink tune?"

It's a thousand miles away from his noble and cold demeanor.

Yan Qingchen's eyes were full of joy.

"Someone feels sorry for my stomachache, find me something to warm my stomach!"

There is a lot of showing off in the plain words.

Lin Sheng: Why does he feel that the master is waiting for him here?
By the way, he took a look at his bruised face, and said gloatingly in a cold voice, "Why didn't Tangxi want to rub the medicine on you, so that your face is so disfigured?"

Then he seemed to have figured it out, "That's right, Tangxi thinks that you, who are rough and thick, would care about this?"

Lin Sheng was angrily inwardly: Don't you have any sense in your heart when your face is so disfigured?

As long as you are merciful for three points and I break the bottom line for two points, my face will not be like this?
Yan Qingchen glanced lightly at the pink towel with a smile on his lips.

Show off naked!

"Second master!" Xia Ruoyun was wearing a plain white dress.

The ribbon class came in with green silk tied, a bouquet of flowers in his arms, and a delicate fruit basket.

Seeing that cold face and eyes as cold as water, my heart trembled slightly.

The footsteps stopped for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to walk over again.

Changed his words, "My aunt heard that the second master was hospitalized and couldn't eat, so I went to see the second master for my aunt, so that she can feel at ease."

(End of this chapter)