After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

The girl turned on the TV, which was showing the latest economic news.

The man's eyes softened. He walked up and sat in front of the bed. Seeing that the girl didn't stop or refuse, he took another step and got under the quilt.

The bed was large, covered with the same quilt, but there was some distance between them.

The man was afraid that he would get sick of her, so he just stared at her, not daring to take another step forward.

"The famous entrepreneur Nan Tuo and his daughter Nan Zhu came to Xicheng. The Nanjia Orphanage in Xicheng extended a warm welcome to their arrival. The Nanjia Orphanage was founded by Nan Tuo's brother, Nan Zhixian, twenty years ago. It is located all over the country. We have helped countless orphans across the country. Now, brothers follow their brothers’ ambitions and carry forward their love and kindness..."

Then came Nantuo's voice: "Our Nan's enterprise is based on the people and serves the people. We will work harder!"

Then came thunderous applause.

Rong Wuye noticed that Nanhuang's fists clenched quietly and then slowly unclenched.

As soon as he sat up, Nanhuang looked sideways at him. "Why are you up? Are you hungry?"

The man was stunned.

She was in a bad mood just now, but when she turned to look at him, she became "friendly".

His eldest lady is really... wonderful.

Nanhuang probably didn't expect that his cold face would be considered friendly by him.

"I'm not hungry..." His throat was dry and sore, and his voice was hoarse and hoarse.

He returned to the quilt and looked at her: "Don't be... unhappy."

Nanhuang said: "What are you talking about? Nantuo has tarnished dad's kindness and used it to create an image project for himself. It's really disgusting."

Nanhuang got off the bed from the side. Rong Wuye seemed afraid that she was going to leave, so he immediately asked: "What are you doing?"

He looked sick and weak now, looking very dependent on others.

Nanhuang felt a little softer in her heart. "I cooked some porridge and brought it to you to drink."

Nanhuang brought the porridge, and the man sat on the bedside and slowly ate the porridge. The sweet porridge moistened his dry throat and stomach. The girl on the side took a temperature gun and hit him on the forehead.

38.5 degrees. It hasn't gone down yet.

Nanhuang brought medicine and water and said, "There is medicine here. After eating the porridge, rest for a while before eating."

He responded hurriedly.

While eating porridge, Rong Wuye looked at her carefully.

Still angry? You should be... not angry anymore, right?

"I will be at home tomorrow morning and have to go to the Medical Association in the afternoon." Nanhuang explained, "The examination for the medical qualification certificate will be in two months, which is too long. The Medical Association will have an entrance examination tomorrow. Passing the entrance examination is equivalent to Get the medical qualification certificate. I plan to go there tomorrow."

Rong Wuye nodded.

After Rong Wuye finished the porridge, Nanhuang put the bowl back in the kitchen, went back to the room, and slept in his original position.

She turned her back to him, and Master Wu looked at the soft outline of her back, and felt soft in his heart.

After turning off the light, Rong Feng quickly fell asleep. Nanhuang opened her eyes, and she felt the slightest bit of coldness from the person behind her.

Cold syndrome.

It was an inexplicable disease that even she and her master didn't know the solution to.

The sleeping Rong Feng was like a big cicada. He moved towards her unconsciously, pressed against her unconsciously, wrapped around her, and finally took her into his arms.

After he held her in his arms, the coldness in his body quickly dissipated.

Nanhuang raised his head and looked at his cold face. He was breathing evenly and unconsciously.

It's exactly the same as before.

That is, he is much bigger and his body is too hard.

After hugging Nanhuang, the man slept much more peacefully.

Good sleep is more effective than any special medicine. When he woke up in the morning, Rong Wuye felt much better.

He opened his eyes and saw the person he held in his arms. His heart was slightly shocked. Then he carefully released the person, put on his slippers, and went to the kitchen softly.

Nanhuang leaned against the door frame and looked at the man in the kitchen. The man was talking on the phone. Yang Bo's speechless voice was on the other end of the phone. The man turned on the speakerphone and stood upright while shaking the pot and said: "Please keep your voice down. Next step." How to do?"

After Yang Bo said a few words, he said in disbelief: "Master, are you really cooking?"

"Um."

"Unbelievable!"

After the man finished the things, he said to the other end of the phone: "Okay. I'm going to have a cigarette."

Rong Wuye picked up the plate and turned around, and saw Nanhuang sitting quietly beside him.

"Morning." He smiled at Nanhuang and brought the plate to the dining table.

"Is your head not burning anymore?" Nanhuang asked.

Rong Wuye slightly raised his sexy thin lips, and his voice was rough but very healthy: "My girlfriend has taken good care of her, and she won't have a fever when she wakes up in the morning."

In fact, after what happened last night, Rong Wuye secretly regretted it.

You should freeze yourself harder. In this way, Nanhuang can take care of him for a few more days.

Nanhuang nodded.

His health is very good. I have to wear a plaster cast for a broken bone for two months. The plaster on his hand had long been removed. It's as if a broken bone is no big deal at all, just like a normal person. If you have a high fever, even if the fever is so severe, you will be fine after just sleeping on it.

"Don't you want to smoke?" Nanhuang asked.

Mr. Rong Wu had a deep look on his face. "You're up, don't twitch."

Nanhuang raised his eyebrows slightly. Smoking addiction should have a great impact on men, but Rong Feng is so cruel to himself that he can control his addiction easily.

Looking back, the number of times he smoked in front of me was really only a handful.

Nanhuang sat at the dining table and had breakfast with Rong Wuye. Rongfeng had a rare opportunity to cook, and the food tasted very good.

Rong Feng placed the hot pancakes in front of Nanhuang, picked up Nanhuang's mobile phone naturally, and then frowned.

Nanhuang's cell phone was clean and empty, so she wasn't worried about him touching anything and didn't care about him.

But it didn't take long for Nanhuang to notice the serious look on the man's face. Out of curiosity, she walked around behind him to see what he was doing.

Looking again, it turned out to be a game of Go.

Rong Wuye used her mobile phone. She didn't have many apps on her mobile phone. He casually opened Go and saw Mo Shatian's invitation to play chess.

Mo Shatian...

Naturally, he knew about Mo Shatian. I just don’t know if it’s the real person or an impostor.

He looked solemn, and after clicking Agree, he faced the enemy head-on.

After playing a few moves, Rong Feng was surprised.

Mo Shatian, with this aura, he really is Mo Shatian.

Why is he looking for Nanhuang to play chess? Coincidence or...intentional?

Men's seventh sense is usually very accurate, especially men like Rong Wuye who have worked hard in the mall. His feelings are usually terrifyingly accurate.

His expression suddenly turned cold, and the lonely overlord felt murderous intent in front of this small mobile phone display.

When Nanhuang saw the game board between his Huangtian account and Mo Shatian, he also raised his eyebrows speechlessly.

These two people actually met?

"He is very powerful." Nanhuang warned, "Be careful."

Rong Wuye raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at Nanhuang, his face was filled with arrogance and domineering that belonged to the fifth master, "Is it just him? Is he as powerful as me?"