Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 838 Making Nutritious Meals
Meng Lan's heart felt like it was about to explode, the pain was excruciating.

So, she stretched out her hand and pulled the curtain, and pulled it up with a "tear" sound, never looking at the scene downstairs again.

She squatted slowly on the ground, her little face seemed to have been emptied of blood, it was extremely pale, her hands tightly clutched the collar in front of her heart, and she couldn't help moaning out of pain.

How can it hurt so much?
Does it mean that if you don’t read it, you won’t read it, and it won’t hurt you?
……

The next day.

Xiang Wan slept deeply, and didn't open her eyes until the sun rose. Looking at the dazzling sunlight outside, she couldn't help stretching out her hands to cover her eyes.

"Mommy!" At this moment, a childish voice came from the ear.

Xiang Wan turned her head slowly, and when she saw her daughter who was snuggling up beside her, there was a look of tenderness in her eyes, "Little Xingxing? The sun came out from the west today, you little nymphomaniac actually came to me s room."

Little Xingxing put her head on Xiang Wan's arms, and said coquettishly, "Mummy, my husband is going to the hospital, without Little Xingxing, Sang Xin..."

Listening, Xiang Wanmian was surprised.

Did Liu Niancheng go to the hospital?Did the child go by himself?Why don't you tell her?

Thinking of this, Xiang Wan quickly picked up the phone from the bedside table, found Liu Niancheng's phone number, and called him.

Soon, after a few "beeps" on the other end of the phone, it was answered, and Liu Niancheng's steady voice came over,
"Aunt Xiangwan."

"Hey, Niancheng, I just heard about your hospital. Did you go there by yourself? Why didn't you tell me?" Xiang Wan asked nervously.

"I didn't go by myself, but the housekeeper sent me here." Liu Niancheng confessed softly, "Today is Mommy's birthday, and I ordered a cake for her with my pocket money. past."

"Today is your mommy's birthday."

Xiang Wan couldn't help but put his hands on his forehead, and said with a hint of annoyance, "It's all because I've been too busy recently, so I forgot about this matter, please say happy birthday to your mommy for me, and I'll go there to celebrate for her in the evening. "

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Xiang Wan."

Liu Niancheng thanked her very politely.

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Wan's heart was filled with warmth, and once again felt that Liu Niancheng was really filial.

Children of the same age as him are just at the age of naughty play, but Liu Niancheng has burdened too much, and he is also very sensible and careful, able to remember Mommy's birthday.

Her family, He Zeyan's child, probably wasn't that careful.

"Husband, huh..." Xiaoxing yelled inarticulately, and when she heard that no one was paying attention to her, she stretched out her fleshy little hand to grab the phone in Xiang Wan's hand.

"Brother Nian Cheng has already died." Xiang Wan stroked his daughter's head, smiled and comforted him, "Let's not disturb him, my dear, will Mommy take you to the hospital tonight?"

Little Xingxing tilted her head and looked at her. After a while, she nodded vigorously, "Okay, bring a sweet cake to my husband..."

husband……

Hearing her words, Xiang Wan's brows twitched heavily.

Her daughter is good at everything, but she is too nympho. She corrected her title for a long time, but she never changed it.

Forget it.

Anyway, she is also young, so she probably doesn't understand what "husband" really means.

"Knock, knock!" At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The butler opened the door and walked in, nodded respectfully, "Ma'am, you are awake, just give me the little lady, sir is calling you to go downstairs."

Han Chuan called her?

What could be going on this early in the morning?

Although Xiang Wan was suspicious, she still hugged Little Xingxing to the housekeeper, put on her slippers and went downstairs.

All I saw was that He Hanchuan was wearing a white shirt and suit pants, sitting in front of the coffee table, taking a sip with a teacup in his hand.

Xiang Wan's face was full of tenderness, "Han Chuan..."

After she finished speaking, she was about to trot down the stairs, and then hugged his neck tightly from behind, "What can you do with me?"

He Hanchuan reached out and patted her arm, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

And at this moment, Xiang Wan also noticed Milan who was sitting on the sofa opposite and also drinking tea.

"Hi Xiangwan, good morning." Milan also looked at her, slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and waved to her with a smile.

Seeing this, Xiang Wan's expression changed slightly, and even his movements became stiff.

Milan stood up with a smile, and walked towards her, "I heard that Han Chuan was finally willing to receive treatment, and I was almost overjoyed, so I came to visit early in the morning."

Xiang Wan also gradually regained his composure, and said with a light smile, "Doctor Mi, you are really dedicated."

"What's your name, Doctor Mi? Han Chuan and I have known each other for many years, and you don't have to see each other from now on, just call me Milan." She explained with a smile.

After finishing speaking, Milan sighed heavily, and there was a hint of reproach in the eyes that looked at He Hanchuan, "I had already finished the treatment form last night, and I wanted to treat him when I came here this morning, but Han Chuan insists on asking for your permission, and I don't want to disturb your sleep."

"..."

Hearing what Milan said, the smile on Xiang Wan's face froze suddenly.

Especially when she heard her call "Han Chuan" in the most intimate tone, Xiang Wan's heart felt as if the seasoning had been spilled, which was very complicated.

Thinking of this, Xiang Wan's face suddenly turned cold, and he reminded him, "Then there's no need. After all, we're not familiar with each other. Let's get straight to the point. Where's the treatment table?"

Seeing her deliberate alienation, the smile on Milan's face froze suddenly.

"Okay, that's it. Let's take a look at it first." Milan slowly smiled, and as he spoke, he picked up the treatment chart from the table and handed it to Xiang Wan.

After Xiang Wan read it carefully, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't laugh anymore.
"The treatment time is so tight? Can't you even eat breakfast?"

"I just said that this treatment chart is unreasonable!" He Hanchuan on the sofa also showed a dry face, and refused in a cold voice, "Are you trying to raise me like a canary?"

Milan kept a smile on her face all the time, ignoring He Hanchuan's words, her gaze fell on Xiang Wan's body all the time, and she said in a deep voice, "I did this in the hope that Hanchuan would be healed soon, and I will personally treat him for breakfast." Bring the ingredients and cook."

Is this the preparation to meet them every day?

Xiang Wan's face was serious, and he looked at Milan with solemn eyes, and asked tentatively, "Doctor Mi, although I don't understand medicine, I have also asked other psychiatrists, and Han Chuan's mental illness is not that serious. .”

(End of this chapter)