Sky-high engagement: Pick up a cute wife and bring it home

Chapter 68 It's All Her Fault

Di Fanshen looked at the two of them, his frown that was tightly frowned slowly relaxed.

Originally, he was still worried about Di Yao's health, but now he was very relieved to see that the two of them were so good.

It seems that this boy Di Yao has been blessed by misfortune.

Soon the family doctor came, gave Di Yao some water, and said something about recuperating his body.

Di Fanshen led the doctor out to discuss matters.

A maid stood on one side, responsible for getting water for Di Yao.

"Go out, I'll take care of this."

Mucheng said that Di Yao was like this because of her, and she should take care of him.

"Yes!"

The maid was a little unhappy at first, but she finally had a chance to get close to the young master.

However, the young mistress is deeply loved by the master, and at this moment, the young master also likes her very much.

There was no other way but to go down respectfully.

Mucheng picked up the apple on the coffee table, and peeled the apple with a fruit knife.

It was cut into pieces and placed in a small glass bowl, and walked to Di Yao.

As soon as I handed it to him to eat, I withdrew my hand again.

"Forget you can't eat."

Mucheng sat next to him again, eating the apple creakingly.

"I want to drink water."

Di Yao's already thirsty lips were chapped, but now seeing her eating the apple so crisply, he couldn't help it for a while.

"okay!"

Mucheng put aside the apple, picked up the water glass on one side, and brought it to his lips.

"Get some rest."

Mucheng pulled the quilt up for him, and wiped his eyes with her little hand.

Di Yao couldn't help but close his eyes helplessly.

Mu Orange picked up the tablet and quietly watched the variety show.

He continued to squeak and eat the apple.

Di Yao listened to the small voice in his ear, he couldn't sleep at all due to the cramping of stomach pain.

He already wanted to go to the study to work, but hearing these small but noisy voices, he felt unprecedentedly peaceful.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

While watching the variety show, Mucheng looked at Di Yao's water.

After he ran out of a bottle, he changed another bottle.

In the spare time, I went downstairs and boiled a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

In the early morning, his water supply ran out, and the needle was just pulled out for him.

Di Yao opened his star-like gaze.

"Are you feeling better??"

Mucheng asked him with a smile.

"All right."

Di Yao nodded.

After his parents passed away in a car accident, he suffered from stomach pains and the like, enduring the pain alone.

It feels really good to be taken care of for a night like this.

"Are you hungry?? I made porridge for you, and I'll bring it to you."

Mucheng asked him to hold down the place where the needle was just inserted.

I hurried downstairs to serve porridge again.

Di Yao saw her go down in a gust of wind, and then come up in another gust of wind.

"what--"

She took a spoonful of porridge, blew it on her lips, and handed it to her lips again.

Seeing her pink lips, Di Yao puffed up and blew.

All of a sudden, the spoon was delivered to him.

Di Yao opened his mouth and ate it.

The porridge is soft, tasty and delicious.

After swallowing, a warm current continued from the mouth to the stomach.

"Is it tasty??"

Mucheng looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked him.

"delicious!"

Di Yao nodded.

He has never eaten such delicious porridge.

"Ok!"

Mucheng nodded, with a hint of a smile on her lips.

Continue to feed him.

(End of this chapter)