"Continue to take care of me until I feel better!"
After giving the order concisely and concisely, the expression on Lu Yan's face was as usual, but when his eyes passed over Bao Jinghan, there was a faint softness that he didn't know he had.
Wang Tingwan looked at it, her eyes flickered slightly, and there was a trace of pure envy.
Then, I saw her salute the standard military salute again.
The sonorous reply: "Yes, boss! I promise to complete the mission!"
Before she finished speaking, as soon as she put down her hand, she changed into a probing tone and asked again: "Um... Mr. Lu, can you cook? The simplest thing is to make some white rice porridge."
"..."
Lu Yan withdrew his gaze, turned to Wang Tingwan, and silently consulted.
The look in his eyes was suddenly sharp, making Wang Tiaowan feel a little guilty and a little embarrassed.
Although she didn't think it was shameful that she, a female man, could even cook the most basic rice porridge for frying, she was really speechless when talking about it in front of others.
But soon she thought of a particularly harmonious reason, and immediately said with a solemn face: "My sister-in-law will wake up at any time now. Because she was frightened before and had a fever all night, her spleen and stomach are relatively weak. It is best to give her some porridge after waking up."
The best thing. It not only nourishes the spleen and stomach, but also is good for health. Of course, some side dishes are better, which can change the taste! Moreover, I will have to put her on an intravenous drip later, and it is not good to always have an empty stomach..."
"This is simple, I'll do it."
Lu Yan nodded and walked outside the house.
That indifferent expression really stimulated Wang Tiaowan.
She almost couldn't help but look at her with admiration!
Damn! He actually knows how to cook!
This is simply the twenty-four filial good men of the new century——
I can get out of the hall, enter the kitchen, have a successful career, and love my wife...
Mighty, mighty!
"Click", the sound of the door opening interrupted Wang Tiaowan's reverie.
Seeing Lu Yan was about to go out, she suddenly thought of a certain man who had been harmed by the half bottle of grape juice last night.
With her remaining little conscience causing trouble, Wang Tingwan called out again: "Young Master Lu!"
"..."
Lu Yan paused and looked back at her at the door.
She lowered her voice and said as if she was holding back a smile: "Um... if it's not too much trouble, give Boss Qiao a portion too! He was tricked by your expired grape juice yesterday and had diarrhea.
My late stomach is quite... pitiful!"
In fact, what she wanted to say was quite ridiculous and quite amusing!
Lu Yan went out without saying a word and gently closed the door.
Wang Tingwan, who stayed in the room to take care of him, prepared potions for Bo Jinghan and administered an intravenous drip, then sat on the stool beside the bed.
With her hands on her cheeks, she looked quietly at the woman on the bed, who was frowning but breathing steadily.
There was a hint of envy and a hint of approval in his eyes.
Some people say that women always look at women with a critical eye. Even in a perfect person, flaws can be picked out to satisfy their inner vanity.
But Wang Feiwan felt that the woman in front of her was really perfect.
Perhaps before, when she saw reports about her in newspapers, magazines and other media, she still thought critically that this woman was just a show-off.
But at this moment, she remembered the scene when she first saw this woman yesterday, the injuries on her body, and the thrilling rescue that Qiao Shukuang had led him to in a few words.
She unconsciously glanced at this woman a few times.
Suddenly she felt that this woman's inner being was much deeper than what she saw...
