After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

The next day, when Jiang Yi came to the hospital, he brought an insulated lunch box.

Seeing this, Song Rao frowned.

Not only that, but he also saw two hot bubbles on the back of Jiang Yi's hand.

Inside the lunch box is vegetable porridge.

"I made this myself. The doctor said that you can only eat light things now. In fact, cooking is quite simple, and I learned it quickly."

She brought him the vegetable porridge, but Song Rao didn't take it.

"I don't want to eat right now."

"Would you like to eat a little?"

"..."

Song Rao took the vegetable porridge, took a bite, and put it down.

He said coldly, "It's not delicious, don't do such a thing in the future."

Gong Xueming stood beside him and looked at him in surprise.

I didn't expect Song Rao to say such a thing to Jiang Yi.

The pretty little girl, with a pale face and red eyes, stared at him stupidly. He was clearly aggrieved and wanted to cry, but he held back and forced himself not to look at his indifferent appearance.

"Then...then don't eat it."

Song Rao looked at Gong Xueming, "Take all these away."

"This is made by the lady herself. Second Master, do you really not want to eat?"

Gong Xueming looked tangled and stood still.

"Take it."

He sighed, then stepped forward and took away the lunch box Jiang Yi brought.

When Gong Xueming left, Jiang Yi felt that he couldn't stay any longer.

She stood up silently, preparing to leave the ward.

The moment she turned around, tears fell uncontrollably, but someone behind her pulled the corner of her clothes.

She stood still, Song Rao gently tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Jiang Yi turned around in a daze, and saw that he silently said, "Baby, come back."

"Song Rao, you..."

She was a little excited, but Song Rao shook his head at her, motioning her not to speak.

Jiang Yi sat back at the bedside, sniffed, and said a little aggrievedly, "Is it really bad?"

"delicious."

He still didn't make a sound, just mouthed to tell her.

Someone installed monitoring software on the phone, so it's hard to speak.

Jiang Yi has learned lip language, so he can easily understand what he has to say.

"Don't cook anymore, you're all hurt."

This was the third sentence he said, and he pointed at the bubbles on the back of her hand, his eyes were distressed.

Jiang Yi also quietly told him, "It's okay."

She couldn't help reaching out to hug him, hugging him so tightly, and she could feel that he had lost a lot of weight.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how.

Forget about her.

Just be alive.

Song Rao touched her little head and dropped a light kiss on her forehead. Vaguely, Jiang Yi seemed to hear a very subtle voice, "I'm sorry for worrying you."

She shook her head, buried her head in his arms, her eyes wet.

When there was movement at the door, Jiang Yi quickly let go of her and sat upright beside the bed.

When Gong Xueming came in, he found that Jiang Yi's eyes were full of tears, as if he had cried.

Song Rao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to care about her emotions at all.

"I go first."

Jiang Yi said something dull.

When Gong Xueming saw her leaving, he followed.

"Second Master, he has lost his memory, so his attitude towards you is different from before. Madam, don't blame him. Did he say something too extreme just now?"

Jiang Yi nodded, "I asked again, and he still said that what I made was not delicious."

This was impossible before.

Jiang Yi can make something for Song Rao, and he will fly happily, even if it is not delicious, it will not make her sad, let alone emphasize twice that it is not delicious, and let people take it away.

Gong Xueming's eyes were a little thoughtful, and he went back to the ward without asking any more questions.