Chapter 10: Marry the rich young master who is dying of illness 10
Normally, servants would come regularly to feed him, but probably because of the wedding at home today, he, the groom and patient, was ignored instead. He didn't eat anything all afternoon, and he was actually starving.
Especially when he just watched Wang Yuer take a bite of chicken and a piece of cantaloupe, his stomach was growling.
Unfortunately, Wang Yue'er was so engrossed in eating that she didn't even notice what was going on at Si Yi's side.
Wang Yue'er supported Si Yi, but his body was too heavy and she really couldn't help him up.
I had no choice but to stand beside the bed and pull him up.
"Pull that chair over here!" Si Yi said to Wang Yuer.
There is a wheelchair next to the bed, which the nanny usually uses to push Si Yi to breathe fresh air in the courtyard.
She pulled up a chair, and this time, she easily moved Si Yi to the wheelchair.
Then he pushed him towards the dining table.
Arriving at the dining table, she was once again so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
The table that was originally covered with sumptuous food was now in a mess and beyond recognition.
There were only a few plates with a small amount of food, and the table was piled high with chicken bones and shrimp shells.
"Feed me!" Si Yi closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
But it didn’t embarrass Wang Yuer.
However, he was so ill that he had no time to embarrass her.
Wang Yue'er laughed loudly and brought clean chopsticks to feed Si Yi.
Alas! Even though we didn’t live well and eat well in the past, we didn’t have to feed people.
If Si Yi wasn't so ill, she wouldn't feed him.
Si Yi opened his mouth, and she fed him a mouthful, just like feeding a baby. It took him half an hour to finish half a bowl of rice.
As expected, he was seriously ill.
Si Yi lay down on the wheelchair and while eating, he actually fell asleep again, fell into coma again, and never opened his mouth again.
"Hey! Hey, what's wrong with you?" Wang Yuer was startled.
Couldn't he be dead?
The first reaction was to snort, but luckily, I was still breathing.
What kind of strange disease does this third young master have? Why is it so strange? He even falls asleep while eating?
Wang Yuer pushed the wheelchair and with great difficulty moved Si Yi back to the bed.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed covered in sweat and took a few deep breaths.
Look at the clock on the wall, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed and rest.
This bedroom is so big, there should be other beds. She doesn't want to sleep with a strange man she met for the first time.
Wang Yue'er got up and walked around the room, and found that there was only one bed. What was so damning was that this room that looked like a presidential suite didn't even have a sofa.
Wang Yue'er didn't know that when decorating the room, Mr. Si ordered no one to put up the sofa.
The purpose, of course, is for the daughter-in-law to automatically climb into the big bed.
The weather was so cold that the heating in the room was not even turned on, and she couldn't find a quilt. If she slept on that small chair, she would definitely freeze to death in the middle of the night.
Si Yi stared at the bed where he was sleeping in frustration. He was sleeping in the middle. There was quite a bit of space on both sides of him, but it was just big enough for one person.
What about sleeping or not? What about sleeping or not?
After much thought, she still refused to sleep.
Huh! I would rather freeze to death than sleep with a man I met for the first time.
Wang Yue'er found two bath towels from the closet, sat down on the wooden chair, and planned to sleep on the table tonight.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
The exhausted Wang Yue'er fell asleep lying on the table.
When she fell asleep, she forgot about the cold, because she was too tired and sleepy, no matter how cold it was, she couldn't wake up.