The end of the marriage: the CEO's husband is too dangerous

Chapter 92
"Do not--"

A miserable crying cry woke up the quiet night of Lihuaxi, and the dim light revealed warmth, illuminating the gloomy room.

Mu Li woke up from the nightmare, his sitting body was trembling uncontrollably, just like the sweat on his forehead, which was still dripping out.

"Did you have a nightmare?" A calm male voice came from beside him, a calm voice without any waves, completely blending with the cold night.

Mu Li sat still without any response, she didn't even raise her eyelids, she still couldn't get used to it, she hadn't dreamed of that dark time for a long time, and the sudden attack caught her off guard.

"You didn't have dinner, so I asked the servants to cook porridge for you," Lin Jinqian said softly, and at the same time got up and walked out the door, "I asked them to bring it."

However, just as she walked to the door, her stubborn voice came——

"I don't want porridge."

He stopped, turned around and looked at her patiently, "What do you want to eat? I'll tell the maid to do it."

Mu Li shook her head, then slowly closed her eyes, and lay back on the quilt again. She was not hungry or had an appetite, she just felt cold and wanted to sleep under the warm quilt.

Lin Jinqian walked back to the window, looked down at her condescendingly, and frowned slightly, "Even if you want to rest, you should eat something first, I feel sick to my stomach from being hungry all the time."

Mu Li closed his eyes, curled up like a boiled shrimp, and did not respond.

At this moment, Lin Jinqian noticed that there was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead that hadn't dried up, and her cheeks were blushing at some point.

He leaned down and put his hand over her forehead.

Mu Li suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly dodged back, avoiding his touch like an electric shock.

"You have a fever." Lin Jinqian said lightly, with a very firm tone.

Mu Li frowned. His fingertips were cold, but she avoided them just after touching them. How could he tell if she had a fever?Ignoring it, she turned sideways, closed her eyes and continued to rest.

"I still have some medicine that Hou Yi prescribed for you before. I'll get it for you, but you have to drink the porridge first before you can take the medicine." The deep voice explained again indifferently, without the tone of order, but also clearly With undeniable strength.

Murray just closed his eyes, neither wanting to see nor listen.

However, the next moment, the sound of the door closing reached the eardrums, and the breath of the other person disappeared, leaving her alone in the room.

Mu Li slowly opened his eyes, and his somewhat hazy gaze swept around, but he did not see anyone else.

Then the servant knocked on the door and came in, bringing a bowl of hot porridge, "Madam, young master asked me to bring you the porridge."

"Leave it alone, I'll eat it later."

"But the young master told me that I must watch you finish it." The domestic servant put the porridge on the bedside and explained respectfully from one side.

Mu Lifu closed his eyes again, "I'll eat later, you go out, I want to rest alone."

"Then you can rest after drinking the porridge, okay?" the domestic servant asked cautiously, "I can't rest tonight if I don't watch you finish it."

Distraught for a moment, without any sleepiness, Mu Li sat up, took the bowl to his mouth and gulped down half of it in one gulp.

"Is this okay?" She put the bowl on the bedside, and there was only one third of it left.

The domestic helper didn't know how to answer, and stood aside stiffly, because what the young master told him was to finish the drink, so it wasn't considered finished.

Of course, Mu Li could guess what she was thinking, she was also sent by others to do things for others, making things difficult for her was also making things difficult for herself, so Fu picked up the bowl again, ready to finish the remaining two sips.

But this time the bowl came to her lips, but she suddenly remembered that in the small town, whenever she was sick, her mother would cook porridge for her, and she couldn't eat anything else, and she had porridge for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

At this moment in the dead of night, the faint aroma of the porridge lingered on the tip of the nose, and those buried memories suddenly broke through the ground and revived little by little.

"I don't want to drink porridge anymore! Mom, give me something else to eat!"

"No, you have a bad throat and a low fever, so you can only drink porridge! Hurry up, drink this bowl, so we can take medicine."

"But I really can't drink it..."

"Hey, I'll give you that piece of square cake, and eat it with the porridge, is that okay?"

"I want purple rice!"

"You want it! Just thinking about these sweet and fragrant ones!"

……

"I want the small square cake of purple rice." The memory was too deep, and he dragged his mind to the past without knowing it. Mu Li was immersed in the memory, and murmured out these words.

The domestic helper was stunned and looked at Mu Li's ecstatic face in surprise, "Madam, what did you say?"

This greeting interrupted Mu Li's thoughts, she came back to her senses, raised her lips slightly, "It's nothing." Then she drank the remaining two mouthfuls of porridge.

"Did you just say you wanted purple rice cakes?" the domestic helper took the empty bowl and asked hesitantly.

"No." Mu Li responded lightly, and lay down again.

"But I just heard you say that you want small square cakes made of purple rice." The domestic helper was stubborn and asked tentatively, "You mean the small square cakes in the south, right? There are two kinds of white rice and purple rice. There is only a layer of brown sugar and a little nut on top, and it is kneaded by hand, and it tastes very chewy.”

Memories were hit hard again, but this blow had an exciting force, and Mu Li immediately felt tired and couldn't restrain his excitement and asked: "Can you do it?"

The domestic helper shook his head in frustration, "I don't know, I just ate."

"Oh." In an instant, Mu Li's disappointment was heavier than that of the domestic servant. She didn't say anything, and lay down under the quilt.

"Ma'am, take a good rest, I'll go out first." The domestic helper carried the bowl and quickly walked out of the room after reporting.

As soon as she reached the entrance of the building, she saw the young master at the other end manipulating the wheelchair, followed by Assistant Luo, she stopped and waited for the young master to come over, "Young Master, Assistant Luo."

"Did you drink?" Lin Jinqian only cared about this question.

The domestic helper nodded, and brought the bowl under his sight, "The wife has finished drinking, but the wife doesn't seem to be full yet."

"Then bring another bowl." Lin Jinqian ordered immediately.

The domestic helper shook his head, "Master, my wife wants to eat small square cakes made of purple rice instead of porridge."

Purple rice cake?Lin Jinqian frowned imperceptibly, what is that?He looked at Luo He who was at the side, and Luo He also looked blank.

The domestic helper explained: "It is a snack in the south. There are two kinds of white rice and purple rice. It needs to be kneaded by hand, made into a large piece, sprinkled with brown sugar and nuts, steamed in the steam, and then cut into pieces. In small pieces, it tastes like a light rice aroma and a strong aroma of brown sugar alternately, and it is very chewy."

After this explanation, a preliminary outline seemed to emerge in Lin Jinqian's mind, with a feeling of deja vu.

"Boss, Zhehe Town has this thing." Luo He had already figured it out, and couldn't help reminding him in a low voice.

The blurry outline was immediately clear, and Lin Jinqian remembered that he had seen farmers selling them in Zhehe Town. Every morning, the steaming baskets were not steamed buns, but those small square cakes.

"Hurry up and buy it? Tomorrow morning at the latest, her breakfast will be that thing!"

……

After drinking the porridge, Mu Li gradually fell asleep lying on the warm blanket, so Lin Jinqian didn't even feel that he returned again.

Lin Jinqian was alone, and Luo He had sent to find Zimi's small square cake. He took the medicine and water and put it on the bedside, and reached out and lightly touched Mu Li's shoulder that was exposed outside the quilt.

She didn't wake up, and didn't even respond.

Lihuaxi was surprisingly quiet, and even the rustling of snowflakes could be heard. Lin Jinqian got up and closed the curtains. At this moment, the back mountain was covered with white, and the scattered snowflakes were still falling in pieces.

However, Mu Li's forehead was still a little hot, not serious, but a low-grade fever. Sitting by the bed, Lin Jinqian was tangled in his heart. Should he wake her up to take medicine, or let her recuperate first?He rarely saw her sleeping soundly, and he couldn't bear to disturb her.

So, he sat quietly by the bed, staring at her sleeping face in a trance, ignoring the flow of time.

For a moment, he was like a child who has not grown up, hoping that the dawn will never come, but in a blink of an eye, he wakes up, this is just an extravagant wish.

Lin Jinqian got up, went to the bathroom in the back room, got a small basin of warm water, soaked the towel, wrung it dry and covered Mu Li's forehead.

As if she felt a sudden foreign object, she frowned and moved her body. Lin Jinqian immediately held his breath and carefully withdrew his hand, not daring to move again, for fear of waking her up in the next second.

……

A first snow fell like a blizzard all night, and it died down around six o'clock.

Luo He came from the snowstorm, holding a kraft paper bag in his arms, trotting across the courtyard, he stood under the eaves and patted the snowflakes off his shoulders.

A domestic servant saw him and greeted him outside, "Master Luo Te, are you back?"

Luo He immediately handed her the brown paper bag, "Take it and steam it again, it's already cold."

"Hey, okay." The domestic helper took it, turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Luo He followed closely, took out a mobile phone from the inner pocket of his coat, and put it on the countertop of the cabinet, "I also recorded the making process of this square cake, you learn it, if the wife still wants to eat it, don't use it ran that far."

The domestic helper immediately put down the square cake that was about to be steamed, picked up the phone and clicked on it. It turned out to be a video. When he looked up, he saw Luo He's tired face that had not slept all night, and he immediately felt admiration, "Assistant Luo, You should be tired too, go back to your room and rest for a while, and leave the rest to me."

Luo He nodded, thinking of something just as he was about to leave, "Where's the young master?"

"Eldest and youngest have always been in the wife's room, and have never come out." The domestic helper didn't dare to say anything, but just told the truth.

But the domestic servants all knew that the young and the young must have stayed overnight. The last time his wife suddenly fell ill, the young and the young didn't rest and invited Hou Yi overnight. They thought the wife would stay here for a while. It was only recently that I realized that the position in the hearts of the young and old is particularly important.

Luo He didn't go back to his room to rest, he just waited in the kitchen, and after the purple rice cake was steamed, he carried it upstairs.

It was nearly seven o'clock at that time, and he thought it was time to get up, but he knocked lightly on the door but no one answered, he boldly pushed the door open, but saw Lin Jinqian resting on the bedside with his eyes closed, Beside him, Mu Li curled up slightly and slept soundly.

(End of this chapter)