Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1139 The man with his back to her, sitting in a wheelchair

She raised her hand, picked up the remaining ginger and brown sugar in the packaging bag, got up and walked towards the apartment.

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When Xia Zhishui returned to the apartment, she rushed into the bathroom to wash and change into fresh and comfortable clothes.

Mrs. Li cooked a bowl of ginger tea and brought it up. Looking at the woman who was blowing her hair in the mirror, she said, "Young Madam, I have prepared ginger tea for you. The young master's change of clothes has also been packed in advance. You can carry it with you." Just go there."

Xia Zhishui's hair was almost blown, so she put down the hair dryer and turned around and walked over.

She picked up the ginger tea and took a few sips lukewarmly. In the end, there was not a single drop left. The taste of ginger was very strong, and it was slightly spicy in her throat, but when she drank it in her stomach, it warmed her heart and lungs comfortably.

She doesn't have the habit of dysmenorrhea, but she feels more or less uncomfortable every time she comes.

A glass of brown sugar water will almost make the stomach feel much more comfortable.

Xia Zhishui looked up at Mrs. Li, and said, "Yes, yes. Are the ingredients I told you to prepare yesterday still fresh?"

Mrs. Li felt sorry for the young master. The young master was hospitalized and couldn't sleep well all night. She looked a little sad, "It's all in the fresh-keeping room, it's very fresh."

Aunt Li paused for a moment, then asked hesitantly: "Young Madam, is the Young Master okay? Can I go and see him?"

Xia Zhishui showed a relieved smile, and said to her: "He is awake, and he is in good spirits. So, I want to make dumplings for him and send them back. However, he is currently in the recuperation period, and he is not stable yet. Wait for him Your physical condition is better, you are in the past."

Mrs. Li nodded, with joy in her eyes, and hurriedly said: "Okay, young lady, I'll prepare the ingredients right now. Young master, I like dumplings with three delicacies and vegetarian fillings the most. I haven't made them for him for a long time."

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Xia Zhishui seldom cooks, and only goes to the kitchen when she is in a particularly good mood and in good spirits.

The number of times he enters the kitchen a year can be counted on one's fingers. The last time Xia Zhenxing entered the kitchen was uncomfortable, she personally cooked shredded chicken noodles for him.

It was simple, but she remembered that her father ate cleanly.

Although he seldom cooks, his basic skills are still there. Of course, he can't compare with a chef in charge.

Basically, you can eat the taste of a monk.

Mrs. Li is basically a helper, cleaning and cutting the auxiliary ingredients, and Xia Zhishui is basically busy under her body.

From kneading the dumpling wrappers, mixing the fillings, and making the dumplings, she basically did it all by herself.

After a project is completed, it is actually quite patient.

Fortunately, Xia Zhishui is not a quick-tempered person, she is well-organized, the dumplings are even in size, and the dumplings are exquisite and small, so they look good.

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Half morning passed quickly. After Xia Zhishui put the dumplings into the lunch box, she called the housekeeper to ask Uncle Li to arrange two things. One was to ask someone to go to A to repair the car and send Mo Wanru a box of dumplings. Make an apology, and find a driver to take her to the hospital.

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There was no delay on the way, and when she arrived at the hospital to press the elevator door, her mobile phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID, it was the number of the forensic doctor.

Xia Zhishui didn't even think about it, and then connected.

The voice of the forensic doctor's report came from over there, saying: "Miss Xia, the report has been sent to your mailbox. The deceased took hallucinogens before his death. Please see your mailbox for details."

Xia Zhishui thanked her, and after hanging up the phone, her eyes became serious.

However, when she arrived at Nalan Rongmo's ward, she had already changed into a gentle and graceful appearance.

The door opened and he walked into the ward.

The man sat in a wheelchair with his back to her.

Even when he was sitting, his posture was calm and elegant, his back was straight, and there was no sign of leisure.

(End of this chapter)