Jing Haohao heard his cell phone, paused for a while, and finally opened his eyes.
When Liangchen saw her eyes open, he pointed at the bowl of porridge he had placed on the table. The servant quickly woke up and brought the porridge in front of him.
Jing Haohao felt a little uncomfortable as she leaned in Liangchen's arms. She couldn't help but move her body slightly and said, "I'll drink it myself."
Liangchen didn't pay attention to Jing Haohao's words at all. He just hugged her tightly with one hand so that she couldn't move. He took a spoon with the other hand, scooped out a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to Jing Haohao.
Jing kept her mouth shut and did not drink. The strong smell of medicine kept entering her nose.
Liangchen raised his eyelids, looked at her pale face, and said: "As weak as you are now, you still have to drink porridge by yourself, so just save it. Besides, I will feed you porridge myself. You are so incompetent."
To save face, don’t you want a whole room of people to laugh at me?”
After saying that, he took the wet spoon, touched Jing Haohao's lips, and said softly "Huh?"
Jing Haohao knew that Liangchen's patience was limited. He had given himself a lot of face by doing this today. If he continued to make trouble like this, he was afraid that she would end up being embarrassed and conspicuous in front of this room. Jinghao Hao pursed his lips and opened them.
Mouth.
The porridge contained Chinese medicine and was very bitter. As soon as it reached Jing Haohao's mouth, she almost spit it out.
Seeing her expression, Liangchen frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jing Haohao didn't say anything, and swallowed the porridge hard. When he saw Liangchen feeding him a second mouthful, he quickly shook his head and said, "It's too bitter..."
Liangchen glanced at Jinghao with suspicion, picked up the spoon, took a small sip, and spit it out before he could swallow it. He pointed to a servant standing aside and said: "Two days ago, Mr.
Didn't the house send some good candied fruits, and put them in the porridge to suppress the bitter taste? It's so unpleasant that it's not something for people to drink."
The servant he pointed at quickly turned around and ran out of the bedroom, and within two minutes, he brought the preserves up.
Liangchen asked someone to put a few coins in the porridge, stirred it twice with a spoon, and took a bite. It was still slightly bitter, but not that hard to swallow. Then he fed it to Jing Haohao again: "You
Just make do with it and drink it quickly."
After saying that, he directed the servants behind him and said, "Go and get a glass of water. You can finish the porridge later and rinse your mouth."
Liangchen looked at Jinghao Hao without taking a sip of the porridge, as if he had suffered a crime. He couldn't help but said to the servants behind him: "Why are you just standing there one by one? Make a cup of honey water."
"Also, bring over the Xinjiang raisins that you calmly sent to me a while ago. Those are sweet."
"I remember the last time I went abroad, I came back and bought a bunch of candies for my eldest brother's daughter. When I brought it over, I dropped a can and brought the other one up too."
"besides……"
Such a small bowl of porridge, under the continuous command of Liangchen, caused a scene in the whole villa. The servants ran up and down, and almost brought all the sweet things in the villa. The scenery was so good that they could barely manage it.
