2089. Chapter 2088 Does the male duck have a nice voice?
Chapter 2088 Does Mr. Duck have a nice voice?
"Ayan, I'm hungry..." Su Hanyan struggled hard to get out of his control, then sat up and turned on the desk lamp.
There was light in the room, and Su Hanyan smelled a faint smell of potion. She lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand. There was an obvious needle hole on the back of her left hand.
"my hand……"
"It's caused by the infusion." Feng Yan lifted the sheets and got out of bed. He got his mobile phone and called for a meal. "Don't move..." He stopped Su Hanyan from getting out of bed. "Lie down.
You will eat it in bed, and after eating, the doctor will come over to give you an infusion."
"Ah? Want more?"
"Want more?" Feng Yan leaned over and pinched her tender pink face with his fingers. Her two big dark eyes were as bright as stars and as clear as springs, "Sure enough, she is in good spirits.
I have recovered a lot.”
"Tch, what did you say?" Su Hanyan brushed his hand away, remembering that Feng Yan had just said that he had guarded her all night, and she didn't believe it.
Because, when she was in City S, this man was so indifferent to her, almost as cold as an iceberg. But now, the change in his painting style made it a little hard for her to accept.
Could it be that he, like her, has a bit of a "split personality"?
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Yan put on his nightgown, tied the belt around his waist, and used the remote control to open the tightly closed blackout curtains.
Instantly, warm sunlight filled the room, and the luxurious and elegant furniture was illuminated by light spots, reflecting several dazzling rays of light.
"The weather is nice today." Su Hanyan stood up, grabbed the nightgown at the end of the bed and put it on. Regardless of Feng Yan's obstruction, she jumped down and ran to the window to stretch out. "The sun is nice."
The viewing window of the presidential suite is a whole side of huge glass. From here, the various buildings made of reinforced concrete become the most three-dimensional scenery.
"Boom!"
After two knocks on the door, a middle-aged man's voice rang out.
"Mr. Feng, the meal you requested has arrived."
"come in!"
The door was pushed open, and a young man pushed a dining cart. Next to him was a middle-aged man with a big smile. They took the food from the cart and placed it on the round table in front of the window.
Su Hanyan, who had been hungry for a long time, didn't care about her image, eating was like a wind and a lingering cloud.
"Eat slowly..."
"Slow down? You're going to starve to death, and you're still saying "slow down?" Su Hanyan rolled her eyes again, but when she felt Feng Yan's cold eyes, she changed her mind and smiled, with a flattering tone, "I know
You are doing it for my own good, but I am really hungry! Eat slowly, eat slowly..."
Feng Yan didn't make any sign, he just ate elegantly.
…
After dinner, sure enough, the doctor and nurse came.
Su Hanyan looked at it and was dumbfounded: "Ayan, I'm fine...cough cough...cough cough..."
She spoke so hastily that she choked on her saliva and kept coughing.
"Does Mr. Duck's voice sound good? Okay? Do you have the final say? Lie down..." Feng Yan stepped forward and grabbed her, picked her up and put her on the bed, covering her with a sheet, "Give her an infusion."
"ah!"
While looking for blood vessels, Su Hanyan shouted loudly. She was confused yesterday, but now she is awake.
Her lack of cooperation made the nurse stunned and didn't know what to do.
Feng Yan sat down next to her, leaned over and half hugged her, and pressed her face in her direction: "Okay, just don't look at it. How old are you, still afraid of needles?"