My husband is a wife

Chapter 506 Don't Talk So Much Nonsense
Qin Wushuang shook his head lightly: "I'm fine." The drip has not been finished yet, and his body is still very weak.

"You idiot, who made you work so hard, you don't even eat lunch and dinner, are you trying to starve yourself to death?" After confirming that she was fine, Zhan Beichen began to curse, "You don't know that you have Stomach trouble?"

Qin Wushuang shrank his neck, not daring to refute. If she said that she was really too busy to forget that she had a stomachache, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would strangle himself to death immediately.

"No overtime work in the future, no matter how busy you are, obediently eat on time, otherwise, you won't even think about coming out to work, do you hear me?" Seeing her heart-piercing appearance, Zhan Beichen held the palm of his hand Itching, I really wanted to strangle her, but she didn't know, he was going crazy looking for her just now, knowing that she might have a stomach problem, he almost flipped the entire Capricorn palace in time.

So domineering, but he was so angry at the moment, Qin Wushuang didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only nod his head and answer.

"Don't perfunctory me, or I promise, I will let you die in a rhythmic way." Zhan Beichen became angry when he saw her perfunctory expression, slightly bent his fingers, and flicked her forehead slightly hard to show warn.

"Hiss, it hurts..." Qin Wushuang rubbed his forehead sorely, and protested softly, "Zhan Beichen, he is a patient now, why can't you coax him gently..."

"Coax you, can you have a long memory?" Zhan Beichen said with a cold snort.

"Okay, I got it. I won't work overtime in the future, and I will eat on time, I promise." Seeing that he wanted to play his own rhythm again, Qin Wushuang hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and said anxiously.

Zhan Beichen still wanted to teach a few more words, a maid came in pushing the dining car: "Mr. Zhan, this is the food my master ordered the cook to prepare for Miss Qin." After saying that, he put the food on the dining car on the table, and suddenly The scent that makes people move their index fingers wafts over.

Looking at the table full of food, Qin Wushuang said in surprise: "Wow, Mr. Rheumatism, are you going to treat me to a full banquet?"

"My master doesn't know Miss Qin's taste, so he overcooked it." The maid said with a smile.

"It's not that I did a little too much, it's that I did a lot more. Your master thinks highly of me." This is the rhythm that will kill her.

"Miss Qin was joking, you can choose what you like." The maid said, nodding and retreating.

"It's too extravagant and wasteful." Qin Wushuang shook his head and said contemptuously, "You rich people only know how to waste. The wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, and the road is frozen to death."

Zhan Beichen picked up a bowl of light porridge, supported her, let her lean on the head of the bed, picked up a small spoon, filled the porridge, blew it cool thoughtfully, and brought it to her mouth, noncommittal.

Qin Wushuang drank the porridge, looked at Zhan Beichen, and said, "You should come to me less in the future, so that my disasters may be less." I also know that today's department head made things difficult for her, there must be someone behind the scenes.

"Don't worry, no one will embarrass you when you go to work in the future." Zhan Beichen said lightly.

Qin Wushuang swallowed a mouthful of porridge, then widened his eyes and stared at him: "You can't..."

"When eating, don't talk so much nonsense." Zhan Beichen snorted softly, stuffed the porridge into her mouth, and blocked her chattering little mouth.

"Well..." This man is really domineering, but when he thinks that everything he does is for himself, his heart can't help but feel sweet and warm.

(End of this chapter)