my host does things all day

Chapter 395 I am sick, do you have medicine 15
Speaking of this, Ning Jun couldn't help sighing.

"You guys really care about Wanwan." Feng Bo answered, "Before I came, Wanwan was a single room, there was a bathtub in the bathroom where you could take a bath, and the towels were at room temperature 24 hours a day.

The meals prepared every day, if I guess correctly, this is definitely not the lunch for the sick, otherwise there would not be only fifteen servings.

Oh, it should have been fourteen before I came.

So, these are the meals your doctors ordered.

You bring all the extra meals for Wanwan to choose first, and then eat the leftovers for Wanwan to pick. "

Feng Bo's words were so coherent that the doctors sitting behind the surveillance cameras applauded enthusiastically!
"This kid really has eyesight, what should I do, I seem to like this son-in-law more and more!"

"I don't like him! He picks out the pasta I want!"

"... How old are you, and you are still angry with the young man because of the food, is it okay for you?"

"I don't care, he eats my pasta, I don't like him!"

Several doctors rushed to comfort the doctor who had been robbed of pasta, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

In the room, Ning Jun was dumbfounded by Feng Bo's guess.

She had already asked about Feng Bo's condition, and knew that his illness was diagnosed as mild schizophrenia.

The onset time of this disease is inherently unstable, coupled with the fact that it is mild, it is even less known when it will occur.

From Feng Bo's words just now, Mr. Ning can see that Feng Bo was a witty and good man when he was not sick.

Ning Jun feels that as long as he has feelings for Wanwan, as long as Wanwan can accept him, Feng Bo is Wanwan's best destination.

"Okay, eat quickly, if you don't eat noodles, you will be lumpy. Remember to let Wanwan drink porridge!"

Ning Jun decided to leave quickly and leave time for the two young people to slowly develop their relationship.

So, Feng Bo came to the desk with pasta in one hand and lean pork porridge with preserved egg in the other.

The desk is between the two beds, on Xi Ying's side.

Feng Bo continued his old routine, waving at Xiying, "Wanwan, it's time to recharge again. Come, let's recharge together."

Xi Ying walked over obediently.

She wants to charge, she wants to shine.

Feng Bo asked Xi Ying to sit on a chair to drink porridge, and he was going to eat noodles standing up.

However, when Xi Ying raised her hands, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, Feng Bo's pupils who glanced at her shrank suddenly!
He hastily put down the pasta in his hands, held Xi Ying's hands carefully and compassionately, looked at the fine bloodstains on her palms, and asked in a trembling voice: "Wan Wan, who made this?"

Xi Ying stared at the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and murmured, "I want to charge, I want to shine."

But look at her blood-stained hands, how could Feng Bo let her eat it by herself.

"Okay, charge first, and tell me who bullied you while charging, okay?"

The tone of coaxing children was skillfully used by Feng Bo.

"Charge." Xi Ying raised her eyes to look at Feng Bo, her black eyes were full of determination.

It seems that there is nothing more important than charging in this world.

"Okay, charge up." The emotions in Feng Bo's eyes were complicated.

Helpless, distressed, spoiled.

He picked up the porridge bowl and fed Xi Ying the porridge.

The porridge is very thick, smells delicious, and Wanwan seems to like it very much.

As long as you like it at night.

After taking a few sips of porridge, Xi Ying's eyes fell on the plate of pasta that was almost lumpy.

(End of this chapter)