A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Continue to take care of it until it gets better!"

After giving the order concisely, the expression on Lu Yan's face was the same as usual, but when his eyes glanced over Bao Jinghan, there was a faint softness that he didn't know.

Wang Tingwan saw it in his eyes, and his eyes flickered slightly, flashing a trace of clean and pure envy.

Then, I saw her salute a standard military salute again.

The sonorous answer: "Yes, Chief! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Before the voice settled down, she just put down her hand, then changed into a probing tone, and asked again: "That... Chief. Can you cook? The simplest thing is to cook some white rice porridge."

"..."

Lu Yan withdrew her gaze, turned to Wang Tingwan, and asked silently.

The eyes were suddenly sharp, and Wang Tingwan looked a little guilty and embarrassed.

Although she doesn't think it's a shame that a man like her can cook even the most basic rice porridge in a frying pan, she really can't open her mouth when talking about it in front of people.

But soon she thought of a particularly harmonious reason, and immediately said with a serious face: "Now my sister-in-law will wake up at any time. Because she was frightened before and had a fever all night, her spleen and stomach are relatively weak. After waking up, it's okay to give her some porridge." It's the best. It nourishes the spleen and stomach and is good for health. Of course, it's better to have some side dishes, which can change the taste! Besides, I have to put her on a drip later, it's not good to always have an empty stomach..."

"It's easy, I'll do it."

Lu Yan nodded and walked outside the house.

That indifferent expression really stimulated Wang Tingwan.

She almost didn't hold back, and she showed adoring eyes!

Hold!Can actually cook!

This is simply the 24 filial piety man in the new century——

Get out of the living room, get into the kitchen, get a job done, love your wife...

Mighty, mighty!

"Crack", the sound of the door opening interrupted Wang Tingwan's reverie.

Seeing that Lu Yan was about to go out, she suddenly remembered the man who was entrapped by that half bottle of grape juice last night.

With the little conscience still remaining, Wang Tingwan yelled again: "Chief!"

"..."

Lu Yan paused, we were by the door, and looked back at her.

She lowered her voice, and said with a smothered smile, "Well... If it's not troublesome, give Chief Qiao a copy too! He was cheated by your expired grape juice yesterday, and pulled him out for a while. Late belly. Quite... Poor!"

In fact, what she wanted to say was quite ridiculous and funny!

Lu Yan went out without saying a word, and gently closed the door.

Wang Tingwan, who stayed in the room to take care of her, prepared the potion for Bao Jinghan and administered another drip, and then sat on the stool beside the bed.

With her hands on her cheeks, she quietly looked at the woman on the bed who was frowning but breathing steadily.

A hint of envy flashed in his eyes, a bit of approval.

Some people say that women always look at women with a critical eye. In a perfect person, a flaw can be picked out to satisfy the inner vanity.

But Wang Tingwan felt that the woman in front of her was really perfect.

Perhaps before, when she saw reports about her in newspapers, magazines and other media, she could still be picky and think that this woman was just a vase.

But at this moment, she thought of the scene when she saw this woman for the first time yesterday, the injuries on her body, and the thrilling rescue that Qiao Shukuang brought about in a few words.

Unknowingly, she looked up at the woman a few times.

Suddenly, I felt that this woman's heart was much deeper than what she saw...