I was spoiled by the boss

Dong Chi couldn't help but sneered and said nothing.

This was the first time he saw their eldest lady like this!

In the ward.

Xicheng leaned on the bed, his face still a little pale and weak.

Bai Mengyao was sitting by the bed, holding a bowl of soup in her hand and feeding him one bite at a time.

"Take another sip, Brother Xicheng, this was stewed by Aunt Huang early in the morning, and the oil was skimmed. You can recover faster by drinking more."

Xicheng took another sip, but couldn't drink anymore, so he pushed it away gently.

Bai Mengyao quickly held his hand, "Brother Xicheng, please don't move this hand..."

Dong Chi and Sheng Qian saw this scene when they walked in.

The latter's face froze slightly, and his hand holding the thermal bag tightened a little.

Dong Chi subconsciously joked, "Tsk, your kid lives in a hospital, he is very lucky."

"Tell me what, I've been here all morning and I'm tired of watching."

Nan Zheng on the sofa couldn't help but complain. When he turned around, he saw Sheng Qian coming too. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to slap himself in the face.

"Hey, the eldest lady is here too?"

Hearing this, the person on the bed immediately raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes brightened, but then dimmed quickly.

"Yeah." Sheng Qian stepped out from behind Dong Chi, but the heat preservation bag in her hand was hidden behind her.

His eyes fell on the man on the hospital bed, and his heart still couldn't help but hurt.

He seemed to be seriously injured, with bandages all over his body and looked weak and embarrassed.

Sheng Qian opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, so she just asked lightly: "You're awake."

"Yeah."

"I'm not hurt." She said, the tip of her nose felt inexplicably sore, and she said, "Yes, I'm sorry..." "You don't have to say sorry to me." Xicheng lowered his head, "That's right."

Sheng Qian didn't say anything, and kept tightening her heart. She was afraid that she would cry, and she didn't want to cry in front of him again.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

On the side, Nan Zheng had a curious look on his face. He stepped forward and put his arms around Dong Chi's shoulders, while looking at Xicheng.

"W-what's the situation? You and the eldest lady, are you really..."

Xicheng interrupted him: "Nan Zheng, you have nothing to do all day long, ahem... so idle?"

"Fuck, I care about you, okay?" Nan Zheng turned his head angrily and glanced at the thermal bag in Sheng Qian's hand, "Miss, what is that?"

Sheng Qian glanced down, hesitated, and then changed her words in a strange way, "Oh... this is the pork rib soup that my brother prepared for the other wounded. I..."

Dong Chi turned his head and looked at her curiously without revealing anything.

"Is this so little? Is the boss so stingy?"

"Yes, no... I don't know."

Sheng Qian was nervous and incoherent.

"..."

Bai Mengyao on the side smiled and said generously: "It's okay if you don't. Brother Xicheng has soup here, and he can't eat anything too greasy. Aunt Huang made it specially in the morning."

Sheng Qian pursed her lips, but still didn't speak. She looked at the thermal bag in her hand. She didn't seem to skimp...

Dong Chi and Nan Zheng also didn't answer.

Xicheng coughed, looked at Bai Mengyao and said, "Xiao Bai, go wash the dishes, I won't drink anymore."

Bai Mengyao smiled and said, "Okay, Brother Xicheng, have a good rest." (End of Chapter)