Adorable Wife: My Professor Husband is the President

LAN Weiwei looked into the mirror, glanced at her eyes, put on a palm print that didn't fade down, bit her teeth, and said to the outside of the door, "Mom Chen, I know. I'll go downstairs right away."

"Then... I'll go first."

"Well, Chen Ma, be careful on the road." although LAN Weiwei also knew that it was impolite to talk to others like this, she didn't want them to see what she was like now. She just didn't open the door.

It was not until she heard the footsteps of Chen's mother leaving that Lan Wei scattered her hair and covered the palm print on her cheek that she opened the door.

When she went downstairs, Chen's mother had left. Tang Ruochen was still sitting on the sofa, closing her eyes and recuperating. At the moment LAN Weiwei turned her head, she couldn't help being stunned by his appearance. Even after she was drunk, her expression was so elegant and deep that he couldn't move his eyes.

She endured her heartbeat, walked to a place two meters away from him, stopped, and asked carefully, "are you uncomfortable?"

Tang Ruochen did not open his eyes to see her, nor did he reply, but he frowned and snorted.

In her memory, she was drunk twice and was taken care of by him. This was the first time she saw him drink and wanted to return this favor to him. Therefore, LAN Weiwei then asked, "what can I do for you?"

Unexpectedly, he gave a cold rebuff: "no need."

She has personally experienced the feeling of being drunk. Now he must be very uncomfortable in his stomach. Lan Wei glanced at the food on the table. It seems that he can't eat it. "Sit here and don't move. I'll cook some porridge for you."

"I said, I don't want to drink your porridge!"

Hearing the speech, LAN Weiwei stopped and looked back: "I didn't ask you to eat it as rice. If you don't like it, you can bear to drink a few mouthfuls first, which is better for your intestines and stomach."

With that, she walked into the kitchen alone, quickly washed rice, pressed a quick button on the voltage cooker, then received a cup of hot water and handed it to the tea table in front of him. Tang Ruochen was distracted by the window and didn't look back, but said faintly, "you can go to dinner."

Recently, he has been in an unstable mood, cold and hot, which is unpredictable, but LAN Weiwei can't bear to leave him drunk for dinner. After thinking about it, he thought, "porridge has to wait for half an hour. I'll help you up and have a rest now?"

"No need."

LAN Weiwei doesn't know how to take care of a drunk person, and she's afraid that she can't take care of him well. When she sees him drunk, she's full of tenderness. Of course, she wants to care about him. She's afraid that he has something uncomfortable. She doesn't care about him. She's afraid of his stomach discomfort. When he sits alone, she's afraid of his loss. She cooks porridge for him, and she's afraid of scalding him. The porridge is boiling in the pot, I'm afraid he'll be uncomfortable if he waits too long.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Lan Wei sat quietly with him on the sofa without saying a word. He was silent for a long time. There was a ding in the kitchen and the porridge was cooked.

LAN Weiwei got up and went into the kitchen. She took out a bowl of porridge and stirred it a few times with a spoon. She was still worried. For fear of scalding him, she simply took it to Tang Ruochen's front and was ready to feed him personally. She took the spoon and gently blew it around her mouth, carefully reaching to Tang Ruochen's lips.

Tang Ruochen noticed that she was feeding herself, and his expression flashed a little surprised. In fact, he didn't drink much wine, but he was a little bored and didn't want to talk. She actually thought she was drunk... I remember showing her face this morning and thought she would be angry. It turned out that she had such a gentle side.