The rich and powerful: I live with my boss

Chapter 85 Young Master Yang's Brown Sugar Water 2
Yang Zixiao didn't ask any more questions, and wrapped his arms around her waist anxiously, "Persist, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, don't go." Qin Zhen grabbed his hand, then shook his head, "It's useless, it may not hurt in the hospital."

Besides, she was originally physiological, and it could not be cured by medicine. She was used to it.

"Then what should I do?" Yang Zixiao became even more anxious. It was useless to go to the hospital, and she was in unbearable pain at home.

"Bring me the boiling water first." Qin Zhen bit her lip, and it was difficult to speak, "Drinking some hot water may relieve some pain."

"Oh!" Yang Zixiao nodded immediately, and handed her the water glass.

"Is there anything else?" He helped her up and leaned against the head of the bed, and then asked, "Is there anything else that can be relieved?"

"Raw, ginger brown sugar water, I used to drink this every time." Qin Zhen gritted his teeth and handed him the cup with difficulty.

But now she couldn't move, she couldn't do it at all.And these two in the family must not be counted on.

Yang Zixiao took the cup, but his frowning did not ease in the slightest.After thinking about it, he asked again, "Do you want hot water?"

Qin Zhen shook his head wearily, "I want to lie down for a while."

He thought for a while, then nodded, "Then I'll go out first, and you lie down for a while."

Qin Zhen heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and then the room really fell silent.The pain in the lower abdomen was still severe, and her tears flowed out more violently.

It was vaguely lying down for a long time, but Qin Zhen was still in so much pain that he couldn't sleep, and no sleeping position could relieve the heart-piercing pain in his lower abdomen.

Tears are like a flood that has burst a bank, and only when there is no one around, she can cry as much as she wants.It doesn't matter if you are weak or not, as long as no one sees it.

"Mom!" In the pain, she seemed to hear the sound of the door being pushed open again, so she called out in a low voice.

She didn't know what time it was, but her memory still vaguely stayed in that summer afternoon in the third year of junior high school.The warm sunlight came through the window from behind the big tree, and the mottled silhouette was like the rippling water waves on the lake.

At that time, Qin Zhen was taking a nap. Qin's mother opened the door and walked into the room. Her footsteps were very light, just like the midsummer afternoon breeze, accompanied by the cicadas singing outside the window, she looked extraordinarily fresh and elegant.

Qin Zhen was already awake, but she didn't open her eyes.

At that time, she was having conflicts with her mother. She wanted to learn painting, but her mother firmly disagreed on the grounds that the third grade of junior high school was the most important thing.

After the footsteps left gently, she opened her eyes, and then she saw the eye-catching box of brushes and the brand-new drawing board on the writing desk.

Then the tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Now, she unexpectedly remembered the scene of that day, that afternoon of the summer breeze.

Warm hands covered her cheeks, as light as mother's fine and light steps in that afternoon.

"Mom!" She raised her arm to hold the hand on her face.

But that's not my mother's hand!

Qin Zhen was startled, his head was awake for an instant, and then his eyes suddenly opened wide.

Yang Zixiao got up and sat on the edge of the bed, then helped her up.In his hand, he was holding a bowl of black things.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, frowning.

Qin Zhen wiped away tears desperately, but did not answer.

"Come on, drink this first." He rested her head on his chest, then scooped up a spoonful of the black thing and put it near her mouth.

"What is this?" Just after crying, Qin Zhen's voice was still a little nasal.But it was precisely this kind of voice that made Yang Zixiao's heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

"Ginger soup!" After a few seconds, he adjusted his mood and replied logically.

Qin Zhen looked at the bowl of soup carefully, then raised his head, "Did you cook it?"

"Of course." Yang Zixiao deliberately looked proud, and then turned to her, "Take a sip first."

"But, can I drink it?" Qin Zhen felt that her words did not imply any contempt. She just wanted to know, is this soup really drinkable?
Yang Zixiao immediately took a sip with pride, "Don't worry, I didn't poison you."

He has made this soup several times, and this is the one he is most satisfied with.

(End of this chapter)