Zhan Qi Pei held Qiao Jing's hand with slight force, closing the distance between them. His warm breath sprayed on her face, and his voice was magnetic and charming.
"Of course I can eat it by myself, but it won't taste good. If you feed it to me, it will be much more delicious."
Ren Zhan Qi Pei's talk was so exciting that Qiao Jing remained unmoved.
She took her hand out of Zhan Qi Pei's generous palm, pursed her red lips and said, "I can only promise to cook for you, so don't think about feeding me."
"Why? Isn't this an excessive request?"
Zhan Qi Pei furrowed his long eyebrows like mountains and said with some resentment: "Can't you satisfy my small request for the sake of me being a patient now?"
"No!" Qiao Jing said two words without hesitation.
Although it wasn't obvious, she could feel that this man was acting coquettishly with her.
However, there is no point in acting coquettishly. She refuses to feed her!
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The next day, early in the morning.
After Qiao Jin got up, she personally cooked pork ribs, millet porridge and medicinal black chicken soup.
After cooking, she put the millet porridge and chicken soup into lunch boxes, and then went out to the hospital.
When Qiao Jing entered the ward, Zhan Qi Pei was sitting on the bedside.
Seeing her coming in with a lunch box, Zhan Qipei looked forward to it, "It smells so delicious. What delicious food did you cook for me?"
Hearing this, Qiao Jing felt a little funny.
She picked up her delicate and picturesque eyebrows and joked: "You can smell the fragrance even before the lid is opened? I'm afraid the dog's nose is not as sharp as yours."
Zhan Qi Pei said seriously: "As long as it is made by you, no matter what it is, I think it tastes good."
In other words, as long as it is given by Qiao Jing, even if it is poison, he will take it without hesitation!
Qiao Jing curled her lips, opened the lunch box, and took out a bowl of millet porridge.
"You are recovering from your injuries now, so you need to eat a lighter diet, so I made you ribs porridge and chicken soup. Now drink the porridge first."
With that said, she handed the porridge in the bowl to Zhan Qi Pei.
Zhan Qipei remained motionless, with no intention of reaching out to pick it up. He only looked straight at Qiao Jing with his deep eyes.
Seeing him like this, Qiao Jing remembered the compensation he asked for yesterday, which was to feed her.
But she didn't want to feed him, so she simply pretended not to know, "What? You don't want to eat?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhan Qi Pei said bluntly: "I want to eat, but I want you to feed me."
He must eat food fed by Qiao Jing himself today!
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes at Zhan Qi Pei, her expression a little speechless, "I won't feed you. If you want to eat, you can eat. If you don't, you'll fall down."
I don’t know why this man is so obsessed with feeding him?
I have been struggling with it from yesterday to now, endlessly!
"If you don't feed me, I won't eat!" Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, looking like he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
"This is what you said yourself. Since you don't want to eat, I will take the food back."
With that said, Qiao Jing made a gesture to pour the bowl of millet porridge back into the lunch box.
Seeing this, Zhan Qipei quickly grabbed her wrist, stopped her movement, and looked at her with a frown on his face.
"Can you bear to watch me starve? Don't forget, I am a patient now. If I don't eat and have no nutrition, my wounds will recover very slowly. Don't you want me to get better soon?"
Seeing Zhan Qi Pei like this, Qiao Jing was really convinced.
Just to feed her, this man even acted out his role, and he acted so lifelike and penetrating!
It seems that if she doesn't feed her, it will appear that she is cruel and heartless...
Just as Qiao Jing was thinking about it, Zhan Qi Pei's stomach growled in unison at this moment.
The sound of "GuluGulu——" was particularly loud in the quiet room.
Zhan Qipei raised his hand to cover his stomach and looked at Qiao Jing eagerly.
Qiao Jing took a deep breath and said in a helpless tone, "Okay, you win, I'll feed you."
In any case, Zhan Qi Pei is lying on the hospital bed now because he blocked the gun for her.
Since he wanted her to feed him so much, then just feed him. It was just a meal anyway.
Seeing that Qiao Jing finally relaxed, Zhan Qipei's smile returned to his face.
He knew that Qiao Jing would definitely agree to him if he was soft-spoken and soft-hearted!
Qiao Jing sat down by the bed with a bowl in hand, and fed the millet porridge into Zhan Qipei's mouth with a spoon.
Although she had never done this kind of thing before, after feeding her a few mouthfuls, she felt that it was quite comfortable and it wasn't anything too awkward.
After feeding nearly half a bowl, the door to the ward was suddenly opened, and Xu Moqian barged in directly, "Sister Jing..."
Before the words were spoken, everyone was stunned when they saw Qiao Jing feeding Zhan Qi Pei in the room.
When they talked on the phone yesterday, Qiao Jing didn't tell him which ward he was in. He went out of his way to find out.
As a result, when I came today, I saw this picture!
Hearing the noise, Qiao Jing paused in his feeding movements, turned his head at the same time as Zhan Qi Pei, and his eyes fell on Xu Moqian.
Xu Moqian's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face. He pointed at Zhan Qipei and stammered: "Jingjingjing, sister Jingjing, how can you feed him?!"
Before Qiao Jing could say anything, Zhan Qi Pei spoke first.
He raised his long eyebrows slightly and stared at Xu Moqian, "She is my wife, what's wrong with feeding me? What's the problem?"
After saying that, Zhan Qipei grabbed Qiao Jing's hand, scooped a spoonful of millet porridge into his mouth, and ate it with more gusto than before.
Seeing his behavior, Qiao Jing knew that he was deliberately irritating Xu Moqian, and couldn't help but find it a bit funny.
This man is the kind of iron-blooded King of Hell who is resolute and decisive in business. He treats other people coldly and intimidatingly.
But sometimes, he is a little boyish and naive, just like now.
However, this strong contrast made her feel a little unspeakably cute.
After being provoked, Xu Moqian was so angry that he rushed to the bedside and said angrily: "Zhan Qi Pei! You are so shameless!"
This bastard is so shameless!
Do you think you are a three-year-old child when you ask Sister Jing to feed him?!
Zhan Qipei ignored Xu Moqian's resentment, grabbed Qiao Jing's hand, and took another spoonful of millet porridge into his mouth.
Seeing this, Xu Moqian felt even more unhappy, and immediately shouted: "No, I want it too!"
As he said this, he imitated Zhan Qi Pei's approach and stretched out his hand to take Qiao Jing's hand.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhan Qi Pei grabbed Xu Moqian's extended hand and snorted coldly: "If you get horny, go find another woman. My wife has no obligation to serve you."
After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Qiao Jing beside him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Wife, do you think so?"
Seeing the stalemate between the two, the atmosphere gradually became anxious, and Qiao Jing also felt helpless.