Beloved of Bossy President

When Dr. Yang went back to the office to prescribe the medicine and took the hanging bottle by the way, Beiming night was basically awake, but his head was still on Mingke's leg and he was still resting with his eyes closed.

It was obvious that the infusion was too smooth this time, because it was famous and the needle could be inserted. She felt that if it went on like this, she would soon be able to rely on the nurses in the hospital.

After Dr. Yang left, Mingke helped Beiming night to sleep back on the pillow. Looking at his quiet eyes, he said softly, "I made porridge in the morning. I'll get some porridge for you. I'll take medicine after drinking porridge, otherwise it will stimulate my stomach."

He doesn't talk. Basically, he doesn't mind.

Mingke stood up, looked at the bottle, and went out with ease.

Before going out, the voice of Beiming night came from behind: "don't let people in again."

He hated the people in the room, even the people in his imperial garden. Now he was very uncomfortable, just didn't want to see the extra people.

"I see." The name can answer a voice, just open the door to go out.

The person who is sick is the biggest. The president of Beiming university is sick now. Where does she feel his intention?

But Don't let a mess of people in Why is that so familiar?

All of a sudden, she was so scared that she opened her eyes. If she didn't press her hand on her lips in time, she would scream.

Beiming Liancheng!

The obvious sense of existence made her quickly look in the direction of the door of Beiming Liancheng, only to find that she was not the only one in the corridor.

There are two people, a man and a woman, standing outside the closed gate of Beiming city. The maid is holding a tray. Besides the famous porridge, there are some snacks and two dishes of vegetables.

As for the man, it should be Dr. Yang's assistant, standing with the maid with needle water, disinfectant swab and so on.

Both of them were sad. Seeing Mingke, they were relieved.

"Miss coco, Lord Liancheng does not want to eat." The maid whispered at once. She didn't dare to speak too loud. She was afraid that the people in the room would say that she would complain and deal with her later.

The male doctor also looked at Mingke and said in a low voice, "young master Liancheng doesn't want me to change the needle water for him. Now, the needle water should be suspended. I don't know what's going on inside."

Mingke is so nervous that he opens the door in a hurry. The man on the bed is still sleeping. The bottle is empty, but the needle has been pulled out.

OK!

She breathed a sigh, but looked at the bottle again, and suddenly frowned again.

Actually took the initiative to pull out the needle, even the needle water is not willing to hang, there is such a wayward man?

"Is this the only bottle left?" She asked.

The male doctor nodded.

Mingke took the things in their hands, put them all on the tray, and looked at the maid: "go and prepare the same for your husband. I'll get it later, and you won't go in."

In other cases, the maid misunderstood that she didn't want to be close to her husband. But now, the maid was relieved and looked at her with a look of gratitude.

The two masters of the imperial court are really not easy to serve.

After they left, Mingke came in with a tray and closed the door.

Hanging a bottle of water, Beiming Liancheng seems to be in better spirits. Although he is still very uncomfortable and sore everywhere, he is at least sober.

After sleeping in bed for so long, although I still lie down, I didn't sleep in the past. I just closed my eyes to rest.

It's so impolite to hear the footsteps coming in. You don't have to look back to know who it is.

Even the city of the North underworld is cold a hum, the chest conjecture blocked a breath, don't bother to pay attention to her.

She was angry. Mingke was really helpless. She didn't mean to. Who could have thought that Beiming night was also sick and even had a high fever like him?

Now Beiming night has a little fever. She has to go back to take care of him later. Seeing Beiming Liancheng's angry appearance, she has to tell herself that he is still ill and is in a bad condition. She can't see him at this time.

Just think of it as a child and let him.

She went to the bedside and put the tray on the bedside table. Then she glanced at the needle that was still hanging in the air. She took the needle up and inserted it directly into the plastic soft cover of the disinfection bottle. Then she looked back at him and said in a low voice: "there is another bottle of water that needs to be hung. Don't be willful. If you don't treat it well, it's still you who suffer."

Beiming didn't even move her eyelids, let alone look back at her.

But Mingke knew that he didn't fall asleep. She just lay there to rest and patted him on the shoulder. She continued to coax patiently: "are you hungry?"

Beiming Liancheng still ignored her.

Mingke breathed a sigh. The two brothers were so cold, hard and stubborn that they really didn't know how they used to endure it.

But since she has decided to be with Beiming night, she can't ignore this little uncle.Holding his big palm up and gently pulling it to the bedside, she picked up the cotton swab and dipped it in disinfectant water. While disinfecting him, she said, "I'm going to help you with the needle now. Don't move."

"No need." Beiming Liancheng cold mouth, want to take back the big palm.

But Mingke grasped him hard, and finally pulled his heavy body over. Seeing his expressionless face and deep eyes looking at himself, there was not much temperature in the fundus of his eyes.

She said helplessly, "I didn't mean to be late. Are you really hungry? Don't worry. I'll give you something to eat as soon as I put the needle in. "

"Who wants you to mind your own business?" Beiming Liancheng wants to take his hand back again.

Mingke immediately said, "your boss is also sick. He's burning worse than you. I went to take care of him just now. You know that guy is just like you. He doesn't want to take an injection or medicine."

Beiming Liancheng finally relaxed the strength of her arm, looked at her and said, "hurry up and take care of him."

"Take good care of you first, or he will blame me for being bad to you later."

"You don't have to be nice to me, just take care of him."

Seeing that he still wanted to take back his big palm, Mingke bit his lip, glanced at him and said, "how does it sound like jealousy?"

Beiming Liancheng's face sank, and he was about to retort, but he saw that the woman didn't even look at her. He took up the sterilized needle and patted him on the back of his hand while looking for a position. His thin pink lips were still open and closed. He complained all the way: "like a child, am I going to give more sugar to others, and you won't be happy without your share?"

Beiming Liancheng's eyes twinkled slightly, still staring at her face. It turned out that her so-called jealousy meant that he wanted to compete with others like a child. Just now, he really thought