Beloved of Bossy President

Beiming Liancheng's eyes sank, looking at Mingke holding his big hand.

Her complexion was white and delicate, in sharp contrast to his rough palms.

For a moment, a string in my heart was touched

Just now he was really angry. He was angry that she hadn't come back for such a long time. Especially when he went out, he promised not to let those messy people in. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he asked other people to take care of him.

Although he didn't feel like he needed to be taken care of, she promised.

He didn't know what he was thinking about with her. He just didn't like that she didn't mean what she said and didn't do well for him.

If you can't, don't make promises.

But now I know what she did just now, and I know that the boss is sick like him, and the complaint in my heart disappears unconsciously.

There was a stabbing pain on his arm. When he was absent, Ming had already put the needle in.

Injection is really a Inexplicable things, he is not afraid of pain, but looking at the slender needle in his skin, that feeling is very insecure, he does not like.

Looking at her skillfully pressing the needle and taking the adhesive tape to fix the needle for him, he could not help frowning and asked in a dumb voice, "when did you learn these techniques?"

"Isn't it because your boss doesn't want those beautiful nurse girls to give him needles, so I have to find out for myself? What about? Isn't the technology good? " After adjusting the falling speed of the needle water for him, Mingke stood up, went over to support him and let him sit up.

This time, Beiming Liancheng is willing to cooperate. With her strength, she props up her heavy body, leans on the head of the bed and looks at him quietly.

Mingke had already brought up the porridge, took a spoon and handed it to his lips: "it's still warm. Eat it quickly."

"I can do it myself." Beiming Liancheng ignored her and reached for her bowl.

"I'm afraid you'll make the bed dirty. In the future, they won't be allowed to come in and clean it up, and I'll have to work."

"I don't need you." It's cold in the north.

But when he was talking, the spoon suddenly went to his mouth, and a mouthful of porridge was fed by her.

Beiming didn't even expect that she would rudely feed him porridge while she was talking. Her dark eyes, which were still covered with mist, gathered together and glared at her face. She was about to get angry.

Mingke said: "don't pester with me here. It's a waste of time. I have to feed your boss when I finish feeding you."

"I told you to go now." He took a mouthful of porridge and said vaguely.

When he swallowed the porridge, Mingke took a second bite and went to his lips: "as long as you are good, don't deliberately embarrass me, you won't delay too much effort."

Beiming Liancheng thin lips moved, what else do you want to say, but see her another porridge and come over, he pursed his lower lip, finally opened his mouth obediently.

There were at least three bowls of porridge in the thermos prepared by the maid. Beiming Liancheng ate all of them. After finishing the last bite, she couldn't help sticking out the tip of her tongue and licking the corner of her lips.

"What did you do?" When he was in a daze, he seemed to hear the woman say that she had made porridge in the morning.

"What? Doesn't it taste good? " Mingke took a napkin and wiped his mouth while saying: "you drank too much wine last night. It's too strong for your stomach. So I deliberately made it lighter. I'll eat it after you get well. Now I'll bear it first."

After that, he picked up the snack and went to his lips: "this heart is salty. It doesn't matter if you eat a little."

"Who did it?" Beiming Liancheng looks down at the things on her chopsticks and frowns slightly.

Name can be a Zheng, truthfully way: "the kitchen side, I don't know from which cook's craft."

"No Beiming Liancheng looked in disgust, and then looked at the two dishes of vegetables on the tray.

"These two vegetables are also Also... " Mingke blinked his eyes and suddenly said, "one of them is made by me. It's not so good. You don't mind."

Then he picked up a large portion of vegetables and gave it to him with chopsticks.

In fact, I don't know why I want to say that, but it seems that if she doesn't, this guy won't eat.

I didn't expect to say that she made it. This guy really ate it, and ate all the vegetables.

After Mingke cleaned the oil stains on his lips, he propped up his body and lay down slowly.

"Don't get in the way of my rest." After turning around, he threw out this sentence.

Mingke looks up at the needle water and the wall clock. The needle water on the other side of Beiming night should be hanging for a while. She doesn't want to waste any more time. She has to go to the kitchen to prepare food for Beiming night.

Standing up, she looked at his back and said, "I'll come to set the needle for you later. If you are tired, you can sleep for a while. Don't worry about the water. I won't forget this time."The man just hummed and ignored it.

Mingke took the tray and walked out the door.

closed as like as two peas, and looked up. He saw the maid and the male doctor just now. The things in hand were basically the same as those that were just brought to Bei Yin Liancheng.

Mingke went over, returned the tray to the maid, took their things and waved. They were relieved and turned to go downstairs.

Mingke goes back to his room, closes the door, puts things on the bedside table, and then looks at the night of the northern underworld. His face and forehead are full of sweat, and even his clothes are wet with sweat, but he sleeps again.

The needle water in the bottle could hang for another ten minutes. She didn't rush to change it. She reached out to his forehead. Although it was still a little hot, it wasn't as hot as before.

Forty degrees four is really enough to frighten people to death. She is so big that it seems that the most severe burn was less than forty degrees.

"Night, I brought you something back, you take a little, and then take medicine to sleep, OK?" Leaning close to him, she whispered.

The northern night hummed, but ignored it.

Mingke's hand fell on his shoulder and gently shook it: "night, get up first, eat something, and then sleep."

Beiming night was finally woken up by her and sat up on the head of the bed with her help.

Mingke fed him porridge one by one. Thinking of the strange problem of Beiming Liancheng just now, she bit her lower lip. After feeding him the last porridge, she looked at him and said, "I'll learn from them in the kitchen after I get up in the morning. How do you taste it?"

His face was sweaty and flushed. His appearance of infirmity really overturned the image of a tall man in the past.

It turns out that a man's illness really makes a woman feel very sad, especially when he is a very tough man.

"Look at me with this kind of eyes, do you mean to sacrifice?" He is dizzy, but she is still full of love to look at the body a burst of tension.

I don't know if it's hard for him to even raise his hand now? To seduce him like this.

Mingke frowned and was about to speak, but Beiming night already stretched out her hand and hugged her: "don't worry, my woman, I will make you satisfied."