The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

Winter is here, and everything dies.

Even the evergreen trees stretching around Qu Zhai seemed solemn and heavy.

After being busy for a month, I finally had a more detailed understanding of the situation of the institute.These days I go out early and return late. Although compared to before, I still get off work every day and have time to rest, but I can't bear it after being so tired for a month.Fang Likun decided to take a day off for herself, so she went home early on Friday.

Qu Cunzi hasn't come back yet, and she didn't notify him.Qu Lao is not at home, he went out to play golf.Fang Likun came to the kitchen with great interest. When the chef saw her, he immediately asked respectfully, "Doctor Fang, do you want to cook again?"

She smiled: "I want to make some side dishes."

"Do you need someone to help?"

"Just wash and cut a few dishes for me, thank you."

She selected a few fresh ingredients and gave them to cook. After a while, they finished it, and she started to operate alone.The chef watched from the side: "Does Doctor Fang like to cook?"

She smiled: "Yes, I really like cooking in my spare time."

"A lot of young girls claim they never know how to cook. Even if they can, they say they can't."

She chuckled.

Others like swimming, music, traveling, or other piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but Fang Likun doesn't. She doesn't know anything about those elegant things, and of course she doesn't know mahjong.Outside of work and study, her only hobby is cooking.As long as you see a table of steaming hot meals, the great pressure will disappear without a trace.

Of course, some people say that only by keeping a man's stomach can he keep a man's heart, which is pure nonsense.

Most first partners think that they can catch their husbands if they know how to cook; most mistresses think that they can catch a man if they know how to sleep.So men always want to maintain this status quo: eat the original dishes, and sleep in the bed of the mistress!

Fang Likun never thought cooking was a way to strengthen marriage.Moreover, she cooks purely for entertainment, and she must be in a good mood, in a good mood, and only cook when she likes to cook - but she dare not admit it, in the past, why did she cook for Qiao Zhi every day? ? ?

She doesn't think about it.

"Doctor Fang..."

She turned her head, saw the chef hesitated, and asked gently: "Do you have anything to do?"

"Doctor Fang, it's like this. I have a relative who has a brain tumor. I'm afraid time is running out. The doctor has declared that he is hopeless and told him to go home and lie down to die. To be honest, this relative is not someone else, but My own younger brother, he is only 40 years old, and has two children who are studying. He is the mainstay of the family. Most of the medical expenses are funded by us. We also want to cure him..."

Li Kun understood, "Can you show me all his inspection reports?"

The chef was overjoyed: "I brought it a long time ago. Doctor Fang, I really want to trouble you."

She stopped cooking, sat down in the living room, and carefully read the stack of inspection reports.The more I look at the frown, the more I frown. To be honest, there is no need to do many expensive examinations, which have little to do with the condition, and some expensive and outrageous drugs on the drug list are also unnecessary... However, if this is not the case, terminally ill Family patients will not be anxious to sell their kidneys for hundreds of thousands of medical expenses.

The chef didn't dare to disturb her, and waited quietly.After a while, she finished reading, and then raised her head: "You can ask your brother to transfer to XX Hospital."