Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 23 I Come To You (1)

"Sir, apart from multiple abrasions on the patient's body, especially the wounds on the hands were soaked in water and caused inflammation, plus she has not eaten for two days, and her body is weak. I will infuse her with nutrient solution after waiting for the anti-inflammatory potion to be delivered later. , During this period of time, the diet needs to be lighter..."

The doctor explained to Beiming Haoting seriously, not daring to make the slightest mistake or disrespect in words.

"Well, you go out first."

Beiming Haoting nodded, then turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and gently touched her forehead, his blue pupils met her half-closed almond eyes——

"Hey, little thing, don't move around, what do you want to eat? Shall I go and make it for you?"

His big warm hand left her forehead, and turned to hold her cold little hand, which was soft but so cold that there was no trace of warmth left.

Beiming Haoting wrapped her small hand in his big hand and rubbed it gently, trying to transfer all his warmth to her so that she would feel more comfortable.

Seeing her like this, his brows tightened, and his heart ached.

"My stomach hurts, I don't want to eat anything, can you go out first? I don't want you to see me like this." A trace of timidity flashed in Yan Chuyan's eyes, then he slowly retracted his gaze and turned his head.

Watching her movements, Beiming Haoting gently curled his lips, and clenched her little hands a little bit, his voice was magnetic and low-pitched: "Little thing, don't be afraid, although I'm different from you, I won't hurt you." your."

"..." Yan Chuyan was inexplicably upset when he called "little thing" on the left and "little thing" on the right.

He is the little thing!snort!
Seeing that she didn't answer, Beiming Haoting thought about it for himself, and dialed the internal line: "Housekeeper, bring the porridge in 10 minutes."

Hearing his call, Yan Chuyan's heart warmed up inexplicably.

Does he really care about her?
She turned her head slowly, and glanced timidly at Beiming Haoting: "Why do you keep me here?"

"I don't like others to help me bathe and comb my hair, except you." Beiming Haoting lowered his blue eyes and stared at her deeply. Under the light, his delicate facial features seemed to be transfigured, white and beautiful.

"I'm not your servant now, but the legal heir of Master Beiming's estate. I have no obligation to comb your hair." Her voice was flat, with dissatisfaction and resistance mixed in her tone.

"I don't care, I only allow you to touch it. Your face is already marked with mine. No matter where you are, you will only belong to me in this life." Beiming Haoting raised his hand, and his slender fingers touched Her cheeks slid slowly, her expression was arrogant and her tone was extremely domineering.

"I..." Yan Chuyan was about to refute, but was interrupted by several knocks on the door.

Knock knock knock!
Lin Butler was holding a tray, and stood at the door to ask Beiming Haoting for instructions: "Sir, the porridge is ready."

"Come in." Beiming Haoting raised his eyes to look at the door, his voice was short and neat.

His tone was always so indifferent to everyone except Yan Chuyan.

Butler Lin brought the porridge in respectfully, then left.

Beiming Haoting picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful and blew gently, and brought it to Yan Chuyan's mouth, with a hoarse and magnetic voice: "Open your mouth."

Yan Chuyan leaned up to rub the spoon, bounced it away instantly, and said reflexively, "Hot..."

"Really?" Beiming Haoting retracted his hand, blew again, and then fed her again.

…………

After Yan Chuyan finished drinking the porridge, she leaned on the bed, looked up at the drip on the top, and there was still half of it, so she lowered her head sullenly.

"Drink water and take the anti-inflammatory medicine." Beiming Haoting put down the bowl, and handed her a cup of hot water and a few pills.

(End of this chapter)