The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 52 Torturing Wei Zi
The old man doesn't like living in the hospital. After only staying for two days, he seriously demands to be discharged. Whoever refuses to let him out of the hospital is against him. The status of the old man is very special. Anyone who dares to offend him will put pressure on others. , no one could stand it, and finally came out.

Therefore, Wei Zi's time as a slave finally ushered in.

The old man has so many demands, Wei Zi finally knows that he was Chunfeng before, and the demands are not many.

But looking at it now, it is the most basic requirement to be spotless.

The old man said that he was recovering from his injuries. If it is not clean, it will affect his mood, and if his mood is affected, his recovery will be affected.

She has a headache, she pulls her hair, and she hates old men.

He said it was not good to eat outside. People he knew came in and out of this family building, and they ordered takeaway every day. What others would say would be bad for her.

She doesn't care what others say about her, she is not a person who loves to work and emphasizes four beauties.

Wei Zi struggled and said, "Gu Huaimo, in order to let you eat more delicious and nutritious meals, I really don't mind what others say about me, as long as you are good, I don't care what others say about me."

The corners of Gu Huaimo's mouth twitched, but he remained calm: "This is the military family building, which is considered an important place. It's not a place where pawns and peddlers come and go whenever they want."

She was a little weak, she hated him to death, why did he live here to recuperate his injuries, it would not be very good to go back home, his mother would ask someone to make Shiquandabu soup for him every day.

Especially because of his many requests, he said after a while: "Wei Zi, I want to drink bone soup."

After a while, he said, "Wei Zi, fan me."

Whoever said that the air conditioner would affect recovery, fart, Gu Huaimo is actually torturing her.

On a hot day, he said that the air conditioner cannot be blown, and there is no electric fan here. She suggested that she pay for an electric fan at her own expense, but the old man said that he didn't like the wind and felt uncomfortable.

She wanted to split his head open with a kitchen knife on the spot, to see which nerve in him was too noble, and whether the wind from the electric fan had anything to do with him.

He also said that his hands hurt, and he left things like fanning to her.

She thought, no wonder Mrs. Gu didn't come by herself, but sent her here, she dared not serve such an ancestor.

Drinking tea should not be too hot or too cold, fanning should not be too hasty or too slow, and she never expressed that she would intervene in such a big matter as taking medicine, it would torment her to death.

The military hospital would send people over to look at it every day. Gu Huaimo declined all group visits for various reasons, and concentrated on recuperating at home.

At this moment Wei Zi is fanning him, sometimes not once, he is not tired, but she is, and she keeps nodding her head.

Gu Huaimo glanced at her, and felt happy, Wei Zi couldn't be more vivid these days, right? Now she's like a withered flower, and he will toss her a little bit more if he is more yang and yin.

In the past three days, it could be seen that she was going crazy.

He thought it was enough. "Wei Zi." He called her softly.

As soon as Wei Zi opened his eyes, he stared wide, and shook the fan vigorously in his hand: "I'm here, I'm here, it's cool."

"Come on, go to sleep if you want to sleep."

"Gu Huaimo..." She looked dull, she couldn't believe that the old man would be so nice, there must be a fraud.

"go to sleep."

She said vigilantly: "I'd better go make soup. I'm really not sleepy."

She didn't want to sleep soundly, let him wake up to do things, or he wanted to go to the bathroom again, and asked her to help him to the bathroom to solve some physical problems by virtue of the words "impaired movement".

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she was told to get up and do this and that. She looked grimly at the mirror, and in the middle of the night, she dreamed of putting diapers on the old man.

"Okay, even if you want to do it, then I will definitely not stop you. The child's family sent some old hens in the morning. Go kill them and make a soup."

Quack quack, what?Let her kill the chicken.

She felt that she wanted to kill someone right now, forbearance, there was a knife on the head of the heart, and a tear beside her was the tear she had knocked down her teeth and swallowed blood.

"Gu Huaimo, I don't know how to kill chickens."

"Learn." He said a word coolly, closed his eyes and took a small breath.

There is a cool breeze blowing from the window, with the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus, the hens in the kitchen are still clucking, and Wei Zi's head is still smoking.

He felt that this was a bit like home, the taste of home, although it was not his house, but she was here, it felt like home.

(End of this chapter)