The rich and powerful: the contracted secret wife, please enter the game

Chapter 52
He slept for more than two hours, and when he woke up again, the air was already filled with the smell of chicken soup.

He, who hadn't eaten since last night, was immediately enticed by the scent and became very hungry. He turned over and got out of bed, and when he saw her, he cried out that he was hungry.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and served him a large bowl of soup with freshly steamed corn buns, which made him very satisfied.

After he finished eating, she had already installed the thermos, and specially put a plate of finely chopped coriander in the upper bowl, and told him: "I don't know if your father will eat coriander, if he does , you will add it later when it is served out."

"Why are you so nice, Chu Xiao?" He hugged her and dawdled.

"Okay." She pushed him away, thought for a while and said again: "Just say that this soup is bought from outside, lest...he gets angry again."

This thoughtfulness and kindness made his eyes even softer: "I found out that I really picked up a treasure."

She also felt warm in her heart, and stretched out her hand to pat his forehead hair: "Send it quickly, restrain your temper when you go, and stop talking harshly."

He nodded, hugged her again, and then went out with the soup.

She stood on the terrace, watched him drive away, and sighed softly.

Maybe Shen Ya was right, she was really tempted by him.

Began to be happy for his smile, and feel distressed for his sadness.

This is a joyous but terrifying beginning, the beginning of love.

When Lu Zhengnan arrived at the hospital, the old man turned his head aside when he saw him, almost feeling a little angry.

He shrugged, went to sit down by the bed, and while unscrewing the thermos, he said to himself: "I brought some chicken soup, should I add coriander or not?"

The old man ignored him angrily.

So he nodded: "It seems that we need to add it, remove the coriander from the fire."

The old man stared at him speechlessly.

The warm soup was poured out, and the scent that filled the air instantly made Qi Zhen, who was standing beside him, gasp for breath.

He smelled the smell of cuttlefish mixed in it, which Ye Chuxiao used to use, every time she used to make soup, she would always cut a few shredded cuttlefish and put it in, so that the chicken soup would be very delicious.

At this time, Lu Zhengnan had already filled the soup, and handed it to the old man. In the golden soup, there were faintly visible snow-white shredded fish, plus a little bit of green coriander floating, which was very attractive.

And the old man drank some porridge at noon today. Looking at the soup, his stomach suddenly groaned, and he suddenly became angry from embarrassment.

"It took a lot of effort to make this soup." Lu Zhengnan put on a playful smile in a timely manner, and scooped it up with a spoon: "How about I feed you myself, as a filial piety?"

The old man was annoyed by his teasing, but he felt that the anger in his heart had dissipated, and he took the bowl with a stern face: "Stop pretending here."

Sitting by the bed, Lu Zhengnan watched him drink the soup, and then refilled half a bowl in time, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw Qi Zhen with extremely complicated eyes.

Looking at him and then at the soup, Lu Zhengnan immediately understood, and pretended to greet him: "Third brother, do you want to have a bowl too?"

Qi Zhen's face became even stiffer, he forced a smile, said that he had eaten at noon, and then turned around and went out to smoke.

Looking at his lonely back, Lu Zhengnan twitched his lips.

It wasn't until the old man finished drinking the soup that he sneaked up and asked, "Dad, does it taste good?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood where the soup came from. He regretted it in his heart, and his face darkened: "Don't think that you can please me by playing these little tricks."

"Chu Xiao didn't want to please you." Lu Zhengnan put away the thermos, raised his eyes and smiled: "She doesn't please anyone, she just wants to be herself."

The old man just wanted to sarcastically, but Lu Zhengnan waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this today, she told me, don't be mad at you."

Mr. Lu was startled, and lay back on the pillow with a cold expression: "Okay, I don't need you here, you can go back."

Lu Zhengnan curled his lips, but he didn't listen to him, he picked up a newspaper and came over to read it, with a posture of not leaving.

The room was quiet, only the sound of him turning the pages occasionally, the old man was still lying expressionless, but his eyes gradually softened.

In fact, he also wanted to stay with this bastard, even if he was really an angry bastard...

When Qi Zhen came back from smoking, he saw such a harmonious scene through the glass frame on the door.

And this harmony reminded him of a certain scene deep in his memory, which used to be such a warmth.

There was a dark fire in his eyes for a short time, but it quickly dissipated, the hatred disappeared without a trace, and he put on his usual gentle mask, pushed the door in...

(End of this chapter)