Sweet love marriage: Domineering president keeps teasing

Chapter 39 Am I a Ghost?

After drinking the ginger soup, the cold hands and feet quickly became steaming.

Nian Shiqian put down the bowl and looked gratefully at Uncle Liu: "Thank you."

Uncle Liu shook his head slightly with a smile, and supported her arm to walk up the stairs: "Young Mistress, you have to be careful, the wound must not see water, otherwise it will leave a scar."

"Well, I see."

Pushing open the bedroom door, Feng Yiche was not in, and it was strange when he read it.

Uncle Liu looked at the closed study door, and explained to Nian Shiqian: "The young master should be in the study."

"Oh." Nian Shiqian nodded and looked towards the door at the end of the corridor.

Uncle Liu said that no one else could enter the study room unless ordered by the young master. He didn't know what secrets were hidden, and he was afraid that people would find out.

Puckering her lips, Nian Shiqian smiled at Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, go get busy, I can do it by myself."

Uncle Liu looked at Nian Shiqian's stiff movements uncomfortably, but still nodded: "Okay, I'll go to work first. If you need anything, young mistress, just ring the bell, and don't hurt yourself again. "

"Well, I will."

Watching Uncle Liu go downstairs, Nian Shiqian looked at his back and couldn't help biting her lower lip, moved.

Uncle Liu is really nice.

Turning her head, she looked curiously at the study while reading.

Through that door, Nian Shiqian seemed to feel a bunch of cold eyes staring at her, and couldn't help shivering.

Shaking his head, Nian Shiqian walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

The rain outside the window kept falling, accompanied by muffled thunder from time to time, Nian Shiqian curled up under the quilt with only half of her head exposed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

It's already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Feng Yiche probably won't come to sleep.

but……

"boom--"

Nian Shiqian suddenly pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Pushing open the door, Feng Yiche walked into the bedroom wearily.

The bedside table lamp was on, and she hadn't taken the medicine she hadn't taken yet, and she was shivering shivering under the quilt.

Frowning unconsciously, Feng Yiche felt a little uncomfortable.

He is the master of the family and her husband, so why did he become a scourge in her eyes?

After the thunder, Nian Shiqian was so stuffy under the quilt that she couldn't breathe, she quickly stretched her head out, before she had time to catch her breath, she saw Feng Yiche beside the bed who was undressing.

"Heh, cough, cough, cough..." He took in too much breath, and he couldn't help but choke when he said it.

Throwing the tie on the sofa, Feng Yiche turned his head and looked at Nian Shiqian, whose face turned pale from coughing, with sharp eyes: "Am I a ghost?"

When reading, he cleared his throat and took a slow breath, so he didn't listen to Feng Yiche's words.

ghost?
Nian Shiqian looked at Feng Yiche with a displeased expression, "Huh? What the hell?"

After finishing speaking, Nian Shiqian couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and looked at Feng Yiche a little funny, he is so old and highly educated, yet he still believes in ghosts in this world.

Seeing Nian Shiqian wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, Feng Yiche's eyes became sharper.

She was laughing at him?
Before Feng Yiche could speak, there was another loud noise outside the window.

"boom--"

The shallow smile of Nian Shi disappeared in an instant, and her complexion turned pale again when she finally finished writing. She was so frightened that she lifted the quilt and smothered herself in the bed.

Feng Yiche relaxed his brows, looked at the rain curtain outside the window, and then at Nian Shiqian who hid herself under the blanket like a baby kangaroo. It turned out that she was afraid of thunder.

Inadvertently curling the corner of his lower lip, Feng Yiche walked into the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)