Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Taking the empty bottle in her hand, Qin Yanchen turned around and helped her serve another bowl.

Qiao Ansheng's appetite is actually very small, and he is basically not very hungry after a bowl of porridge, so he watched Qin Yanchen drying the porridge for her with his eyelids.

The dim light dazzled his face, which made President Qin, who had always been cold and cold in front of people, now seem a bit overly beautiful.

Qiao Ansheng ate and drank enough, except for the slight pain in the stomach nerves, the person was almost full of blood and resurrected. She held her cheek and looked at Qin Yanchen intently.

"I suddenly feel so happy..."

"Um?"

Qin Yanchen was stirring the porridge for her, lowered his eyes when he heard the words, and glanced at the person lying on his lap with some confusion.

Qin Yanchen thought it was a bit funny. What happened to this girl? Drinking a bowl of porridge under such crude conditions made him feel very happy.

He shook his head and handed the dried porridge to Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng took what was in his hand, and she was holding the jar, her apricot eyes gleaming in the light, like the brightest stars in the sky.

"I don't know why, probably because President Qin, who is so powerful in the eyes of others, is actually cooking porridge for me now, take care of me..."

The rainstorm outside did not affect the sweetness of Qiao Ansheng's smile.

A pair of dimples suddenly appeared, and Qin Yanchen's heart was filled with her smile so softly, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

And Qiao Ansheng tasted the temperature of the porridge. It was not hot anymore. She straightened up and handed the porridge to Qin Yanchen's lips again: "I'm not hungry anymore, I want to watch you eat now..."

She urged: "I've tasted it for you. It's not hot anymore, eat it!"

Qiao Ansheng's whole body is much cleaner than in the afternoon, and men have always wiped it off for her, and then look at the other side, although his expression remains the same.

But the red blood in his eyes has not faded much, and his hair is no longer as meticulous as before. It is a little messy, and the shirt is over him, indescribably messy.

Qiao Ansheng felt distressed and knew in his heart that he had been taking care of himself most of the afternoon.

The rain outside did not see any weakening momentum, one after another, lightning flashed the entire sky into daylight, and the roof of the cabin was faintly squeaked by the wind.

After the two of them had finished eating, Qin Yanchen packed up his things and turned to see Qiao Ansheng lying under the quilt, looking at him without blinking.

The corners of her eyes were still a little moist, but her small face was flushed with the fire light, and her fair skin seemed to be well-husked lychees.

His eyebrows were soft, he smiled, and walked over: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Ansheng felt a faint pain in her stomach. She frowned and pressed it once, and the piercing pain spread to the nerves with a swish.

The stabbing made her quickly withdraw her hand.

It's not that I can't bear it, but Qiao Ansheng always wants to use these small illnesses and disasters to tease Qin Yanchen.

The man's emotions are too restrained, and only then will some abnormal emotions be revealed.

Qiao Ansheng's eyes circled roundly, his mouth was flat, and he looked listless: "My stomach hurts a bit."

Qin Yanchen frowned slightly, took off his shoes and sat on the hard bed.

He straightened up and stretched out his hands to the poor man lying on the bed: "Shall I hold him and rub it?"

When he wiped Qiao Ansheng's body in the afternoon, he checked the wound, but did not find any ointment at the time, and Qin Yanchen did not dare to rub her indiscriminately.

Now I have been resting for a while, and I don't know what happened to the injury. It seems that Qiao Ansheng has recovered a lot.

Qiao Ansheng nodded, smiling, like a kid who got candy: "I want..."

She happily opened the quilt, got up and shrank into his arms.

The man's personality is very cold, but his body temperature is a few degrees higher than that of ordinary people. Leaning on him at this moment is like leaning on a warm stove.

Qin Yanchen asked Qiao Ansheng to rest his arm flat on his lap. He freed up his other hand and lifted the hem of Qiao Ansheng's clothes: "Hey, don't move, let me see how it goes."

Qiao Ansheng really did not move.

After the corners of the clothes were lifted, the skin under the clothes was as white as jade, with a faint lustre, except for a blackish green on the right abdomen.

The bruise was full of bruises, and under the bruises, there was a blood-red bruise.

Just from the hideous color, you can see how much pain Qiao Ansheng had to endure when he suffered this kick.

Between life and death, as long as the person exerts a little more force, or the position is a little bit off, I am afraid it is more than just bruising.

His baby suffered such a severe injury for him, without saying a word.

Qin Yanchen's fingers trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to touch it gently, as if carefully touching a rare treasure that could be broken into pieces at any time: "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Ansheng blinked, thought for a moment, and then replied, "I didn't feel it at first, but now I feel the pain is terrible."

Qin Yanchen didn't dare to rub such a large bruise without medicated oil, so he had to carefully cover the corners of his clothes again.

Then he pulled the quilt, wrapped Qiao Ansheng's entire body tightly, and then dared to hug him hard.

"Next time I let you go, you will go, you know?"

Qiao Ansheng twisted her body uncomfortably under the quilt. She wanted to comfort the man, but she ran into the man's dark pupils unexpectedly.

The expression of a man is rarely serious.

Even though he usually treats others with indifference, but rarely is this serious, Qiao Ansheng's words are stuck in his chest, and he is frightened by his expression.

The man squeezed her hand, his eyes fixed and burning: "Only if you are well, I can live."

He opened his thin lips lightly, and said with great strength every word: "Do you understand?"

Qiao Ansheng was frightened by his courage, and then followed his gaze and nodded in a daze.

When the man saw that she had agreed, he was relieved, calmed his expression, grabbed her hand, and kissed her fingertips.

The crackling sound of firewood in the room mixed with the violent rain outside the window created a strange and peaceful atmosphere.

There was only one quilt on the bed, all wrapped around Qiao Ansheng's body.

Qiao Ansheng shrank in the quilt. Some distressed men were freezing outside, so she struggled and pursed her lips: "Still uncomfortable..."

Qin Yanchen's eyebrows suddenly became nervous: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Ansheng stretched out her hand from the tightly wrapped quilt, and she curled her lips and glanced at the quilt wrapped around her.

The tone is unspeakable disgust: "The quilt is uncomfortable, I want you to lie down and hold..."