Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 43 She Is Different
After returning to the Bo family's mansion, Aunt Chen hurried over as soon as she saw them in a mess.

"What's the matter? Why are you all wet?"

Bo Xinglan took the towel in her hand, turned around and handed it to Mi Xia, saying, "Take her to take a bath."

After speaking, I went directly upstairs.

Misha was still thinking about his injuries, and shouted anxiously: "You still have injuries."

Bo Xinglan paused, and went upstairs without looking back.

Aunt Chen wrapped Mi Xia in a bath towel and led her to the bathroom.

"Miss Mi, go take a hot bath now, don't get sick."

"What about Bo Xinglan? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Aunt Chen sighed and said, "Dr. Chen has been away for a long time recently, so he can't come here."

Misha asked curiously, "Can't we change to another doctor?"

Aunt Chen shook her head.

"It can only be Doctor Chen."

Misha was confused, why did he have to be a doctor?It's not another shady secret...

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Aunt Chen comforted her, "Miss Mi, you don't have to worry about it. Old Xu will take care of the young master's injury."

Misha nodded dubiously, turned and walked into the bathroom.

When they came out, Aunt Chen brought over a bowl of ginger soup.

Misha took a sip.

"Where's Bo Xinglan? Has he drank?"

There was a trace of hesitation on Aunt Chen's face. "The young master is still in the bedroom."

"Haven't had a drink yet?"

Mi Xia recalled that Aunt Chen said that Bo Xinglan was very picky and didn't like many things, so she probably didn't want to drink ginger soup either.

But how can this work?
The wound on his body was soaked in water, it would be fine if he didn't see a doctor, and it would be worse if he caught a cold again.

Mi Xia drank the entire bowl of ginger soup and handed the bowl to Aunt Chen.

"Give me his share, and I'll send it up."

When Aunt Chen heard this, she immediately smiled.

The chicken soup and white porridge last time were also sent by Mi Xia. The young master didn't touch them at all before, but after eating them all, he even took in the leftovers from the kitchen.

Maybe Miss Mi is really different.

"it is good!"

She happily refilled the bowl and handed it to her.

Mi Xia walked to the third floor with Jiang Tang familiarly, and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Bo Xinglan's voice came from inside.

Misha cleared his throat.

"it's me."

After a few seconds, the door in front of him was opened.

Bo Xinglan had already changed into clean clothes. The white shirt was only buttoned three times, revealing a large honey-colored chest.

"what's up?"

Misha didn't know where to look for a moment.

"I'll bring you ginger soup."

Bo Xinglan's eyes moved down a little, and she saw that she was holding a bowl of ginger soup in her hand, and she frowned indistinctly.

Seeing his expression, Misha knew that he had guessed right just now.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he walked in directly, put the ginger soup on the table, and said in a strong tone.

"Drink it, don't catch a cold."

Bo Xinglan hesitated for a while, with a struggling expression on his face, and took it after a while, and drank the ginger soup in a few gulps, his face smelly, as if he had drunk some poison.

Mi Xia thought to himself, this man looks cold, why is he so willful?
With a glance, he saw that the white shirt on his body was wet, and the water was obviously leaking from the gauze.

"Did you change the gauze on your body?"

Didn't Aunt Chen say that Old Xu would help him treat the wound?

The gauze is already soaked, and it is still wrapped around the wound. Where can I find it if it is not inflamed?

Bo Xinglan put the bowl back, with a serious face.

"Need not."

Seeing his indifferent expression, Misha stretched out her hand angrily.

"Where's the gauze? I'll change it for you."

(End of this chapter)