Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1331 I definitely won’t have a crush on anyone
After finishing dealing with 002, K waved his hand in front of Sheng Mian.

"How is your eye recovering?"

"It's okay, it's estimated to recover in another week, and now I can see more light and shadow."

Sheng Mian stood up and groped to leave, but her feet were bumped by the corner of the table. She fell towards K and "accidentally" touched his mask with her hands.

But K reacted faster, pressed her directly onto the sofa, and spoke in a calmer tone.

"Be careful."

Sheng Mian suddenly remembered that this person never liked her being near him.

Did he never take off his mask in this villa?
His eyebrows frowned.

It seems I have to find another opportunity.

*
Two more days passed.

Inside a certain villa in the imperial capital.

Zhuang Wan has been learning from the doctor how to change the dressing and how to treat the wound these days.

The doctor stood up and said, "I'll probably wake up today. I've been eating something light for the past month."

"it is good."

Zhuang Wan sent the doctor out politely and waited beside the bed.

She didn't dare to take a closer look at Xie Feng's face before.

Fu Yancheng's appearance is noble and indifferent, but Xie Feng's appearance is domineering and gloomy.

He had no sympathy for women, never kissed her, and never asked about her affairs.

But women probably always have some subtle emotions towards the first man who enters their body.

So when she stared at this face carefully now, she felt that Xie Feng's skin was really outstanding.

She had been too sleepy these past few days. She stared at the infusion bottle for him all night last night and didn't dare to blink. Now she just felt sleepy.

When Xie Feng woke up, he felt pain all over his body.

He looked at the ceiling, slowly pushed himself up, and felt a strange touch on his hand. He looked over and saw a woman lying next to the bed.

Her head was buried downward, so he subconsciously thought she was a servant.

"I'm hungry."

Zhuang Wan suddenly heard the voice and quickly raised his head, becoming sober in an instant.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you now."

"Porridge."

Zhuang Wan got up and saw him struggling to get up.

His brows frowned, and then he realized that he was covered in many bandages. He held on and wanted to go to the bathroom.

Zhuang Wan was afraid that he would fall, so she quickly held his arm.

Standing in front of the urinal, she was embarrassed to look and quickly looked away.

"I'll wait for you outside!"

She lowered her head and walked outside, and soon she heard the sound of water coming from inside.

Xie Feng lost a few pounds and the bridge of his nose became more three-dimensional. When he was washing his hands in front of the sink, he glanced at the bandage wrapped around his head.

Opening the bathroom door, the woman stood outside, waiting for him quietly.

His body was quite fresh. She had wiped his body carefully in the past few days and didn't let him sweat at all.

Xie Feng looked at her, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

After a long time, he extended his hand with compassion. "Help me go downstairs. I don't have any strength. I want to sit on the sofa."

It was rare for him to use such a gentle tone, and Zhuang Wan was a little flattered.

After reacting, he quickly came over to act as his crutch.

All the way downstairs, she carefully placed him on the sofa.

"I'm going to make porridge."

She got into the kitchen.

Xie Feng raised his head and looked around the villa. His head hurt a little, so he raised his hand to support his forehead.

Get up and walk slowly to the refrigerator.

The sticky note outside the refrigerator details what fresh vegetables were put in today, the shelf life of the milk, etc.

A very long piece of paper, written in great detail.

The handwriting is beautiful and graceful.

He opened the refrigerator and saw that the vegetables inside were changed every day.

Feeling better inexplicably, he slowly walked to the kitchen again.

Zhuang Wan was wearing an apron and was chopping vegetables.

She didn't make sweet porridge, guessing that a cold person like Xie Feng didn't like sweets.

She made salty porridge and stir-fried some side dishes.

When the three dishes were brought to the dinner table, Xie Feng took a book in English from nowhere and was sitting in front of the sofa reading it.

"time to eat."

She shouted, took off her apron, and served him a bowl of porridge.

But she didn't dare to sit down to eat. In her limited memory, she had never had a meal with Xie Feng.

So after finishing all this, she sat far away, lest her presence disturb his interest in eating.

Xie Feng sat alone at the dinner table, and after a long time he gave a tentative shout.

"Wife?"

Zhuang Wan, "???"

"!!!"

He observed the expression on her face and held the spoon with his long fingertips, "No?"

"No, don't get me wrong, we...we are just ordinary friends!"

Lest he regain his consciousness and accuse her of deliberately having a relationship.

Xie Feng saw that she was so familiar with this home, and there were no servants here, and she still took care of it meticulously, so he thought she was his wife.

"You have a crush on me?"

Otherwise, how could you take care of a man so seriously.

Zhuang Wan was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

"No, Mr. Xie, you may have hurt your head. The doctor said you need to rest for a month. Then you will know. I don't have a crush on you, and you don't have a crush on me."

"I know."

His answer was indifferent, and he drank the porridge with a spoon coldly, "I'm sure I won't have a crush on someone."

Zhuang Wan smiled awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)