Addicted to doting wife, husband is too fierce

Zhanyan fell asleep and woke up, woke up and slept again, and spent the whole day curled up under the quilt, neither eating nor drinking.

Rong Tianai came in a few times, seeing that Zhanyan was sleeping, it was not easy to wake her up, but it was okay to let her not eat or drink like this, and walked around in the living room in a hurry.

Tianai knows Zhanyan quite well, she is a girl who admits death, as long as it is something she is sure about, even nine bulls can't pull her back.

So the current Zhanyan must hate Lu Chengyu to death, and of course he also hates himself to death. It is because of her that his father was imprisoned.

Showing off his face is atonement for his sin, he used not eating or drinking to atone for the crime of killing his father.

"Mr. Rong, you are back." The servant's voice interrupted Rong Tianai, she turned her head abruptly and found that her brother had returned.

"Brother." Rong Tianai greeted Rong Tianbai meekly, turned around and wanted to go upstairs.

All these years, the way she and Rong Tianbai have been getting along has always been like this, respectful, not because she doesn't love this brother, but because she is afraid, very afraid of this brother who has always been expressionless.

"How about showing your face?" Rong Tianbai called to stop Tianai, and asked while taking off his coat and handing it to the servant.

When he left in the morning, Zhanyan's fever had subsided. At the end of the day, when he was reviewing documents in the company, he was always a little restless, for fear that her high fever would come back again. Such a small body couldn't stand the long illness.

"The high temperature has subsided, but she refuses to eat, and just keeps falling asleep." Rong Tianai pouted helplessly, she had learned how to show her face.

Rong Tianbai's complexion suddenly darkened, his eyebrows frowned slightly, he raised his hand to loosen the tie around his neck, turned around and ordered the servants to cook the porridge again, and he planned to watch Zhanyan eat it himself.

There was the sound of footsteps pulling slippers on the stairs, Rong Tianbai looked up, it turned out to be Zhanyan, stroking the handrail of the stairs, and staggered down.

As Zhanyan got closer, seeing her pale face, Rong Tianbai frowned even deeper, forming a deep ravine.

"Xiao Ai said, you can help me rescue my father, can't you?" Zhanyan said with a hoarse voice, but his eyes were unusually bright.

Rong Tianbai looked at the pair of black and white eyes that made his heart palpitate, and nodded lightly, as an answer.

"What do you need me to do, so you're willing to help me?" Zhanyan's little hand was tightly clenched by his side, and the palm of the hand felt sore.

"Eat first, recover from illness and then talk about other things."

"Okay!" Zhanyan obediently agreed, just in time to see the servant coming over with a bowl, so he took the initiative to sit at the table, waiting for the servant to bring the porridge.

Zhanyan held the spoon, and ate spoonful by spoonful very slowly. It could be seen that she had no appetite, but she insisted on swallowing. Rong Tianbai didn't stop her, just seeing her eating slowly made her heart feel slightly hot.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept saying, yes, it was her, what he wanted was her!

Predatory eyes flashed across Rong Tianbai's eyes, and then he also sat at the table, picked up chopsticks, and put some delicious and easy-to-digest side dishes into Zhanyan's porridge.

Rong Tianai stood blankly in the middle of the living room, looking at this rare scene in a hundred years, just like the last time in the rain, when she saw her brother holding Zhanyan, she couldn't help opening her mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

"I've eaten all of it, can you tell me, what can you do to help me?" Zhanyan held an empty bowl in both hands, and showed it to Rong Tianbai, with an expression that clearly contained some coquettishness.

Rong Tianbai raised the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, slowly got up from the table, looked down at Zhanyan, said a word, turned and went upstairs.

"Think about it for yourself, and come to me when you understand."