Yes, just because of the doctor's words. Poor Mu Yuyao, now facing the supplements in front of her, she was about to cry without tears.
"Can I stop drinking?"
With a grimace on her face and her nose twisted, Mu Yuyao stared at the supplements in front of her with a look of deep fear.
Chun shrugged, "I don't care. You'd better talk to Mr. Long."
Her body stiffened, and Mu Yuyao turned her head with difficulty.[
What he saw was Xuanyuan Jianxiong coming in with a cold face.
As soon as the man entered the room, the cold atmosphere caused the temperature in the room to drop several degrees instantly.
Looking at Xuanyuan Jianxiong fearfully, Mu Yuyao wanted to get out of bed quietly.
"What's wrong?"
Glancing at the supplements on the table, and then at Mu Yuyao, who was obviously guilty, Xuanyuan Jianxiong glanced at them coldly.
"Back to Lord Long, Miss Mu said this soup doesn't taste good!"
Xuanyuan Jianxiong stared at Mu Yuyao expressionlessly, "It doesn't taste good!"
There was nothing else that could be heard from that tone.
Mu Yuyao grimaced and nodded honestly, "Well, I want to eat spicy food, but I don't want to drink watery soup like this. The daily porridge and these tonics make me uncomfortable."
She flattered Xuanyuan Jianxiong and gave her the sweetest smile, trying to use a beauty trick to soften the man.
However, she miscalculated again. This man never liked the smile of a beautiful woman.
Tightening his eyebrows, Xuanyuan Jianxiong glanced at Mu Yuyao coldly, "Why does your smile look so silly? It couldn't be that you're suffering from convulsions, right? Chun, call the doctor."
Chun's lips raised upwards, and her shoulders shook violently.
If she hadn't been worried about Xuanyuan Jianxiong's presence, I'm afraid she would have laughed out loud.
When Mu Yuyao saw that the man mistook the smile on her face for convulsions, she snorted depressedly on the spot. "I'm fine."
The body shrank into the quilt.
Before he could retract it, his collar was grabbed.
"Come, I will feed you something to drink."
He picked up the bowl of tonic in a very good mood, and before ladling out the soup, he deliberately glanced at Mu Yuyao.[
"Chun, do you think she has gained some weight during this time?"
Chun Ye looked at Mu Yuyao, and the originally pointed chin... actually remained unchanged at this time.
After all, my master’s perverted way of bandaging my wounds and changing dressings every day, no matter how many supplements I took, I’m afraid the pain would be gone.
However, I have to answer the master's question.
She nodded and answered very pertinently, "Yes, it has gotten better. My skin has improved, and I think I have more flesh on my body."
The word "meat" was deliberately bitten hard by this spring girl. She also glanced narrowly at poor Mu Yuyao.
The body stiffened again, Mu Yuyao was sure that this spring girl.
He is the guy who wants to see his own jokes all day long.
Chong Chun cast a threatening look, and Mu Yuyao secretly hated herself: if she gets the opportunity in the future, she will definitely make this girl unable to eat and carry around.
The soup was fed into Mu Yuyao's mouth one spoonful at a time.
Before I could finish the first mouthful, another spoonful came.
Being fed so forcefully, Mu Yuyao rolled her eyes as she drank.
When there was only half a bowl left, Xuanyuan Jianxiong simply held her chin and drank half the bowl of supplements to Mu Yuyao in one go.
She drank too quickly and the tonic overflowed all over Mu Yuyao's chest.
Looking speechlessly at her wet bra, Mu Yuyao felt like crying but had no tears.
"Why is it so troublesome for a woman to take a sip of soup? Your mouth is not too small!"
Xuanyuan Jianxiong grunted, threw the bowl away, clapped his hands, and left.
But Mu Yuyao was left sitting there, like an abandoned puppy again, with tears streaming down her face...