Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Kid, are you stupid? Don't tell me you want to do it again! " Yu Shaohan's voice suddenly came to mind in the quiet ward.

“……”

Ning Qiao was stunned and looked up at the door. Yu Shaohan leaned his hands against the door frame of the ward. His slender and straight body tilted. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

“……”

Ning Qiaoqiao was shocked and subconsciously carried his hand wrapped in gauze behind him. His purple grape eyes looked at Yu shaomo and didn't speak.

"..." Yu Shaohan's black eyes flashed, glanced at Ning Qiaoqiao without saying anything, raised his feet, walked in, took out a heat preservation bucket and put it on the bedside table next to Ning Qiaoqiao.

Ning Qiao turned his head to see Yu Shaohan. He took out porridge, some side dishes and two eggs from the heat preservation bucket.

It's breakfast.

"Did you make these?" Ningqiao asked.

Yu Shaohan's hand on the lid stopped for a moment, turned to look at Ning Qiao, smiled coldly and said, "do you think I can cook?"

Ning Qiao's purple grape eyes flashed and looked at Yu Shaohan and shook his head. Then he remembered that Yu Shaohan, a respected young master, could not cook, so he must have bought it.

"Eat." Yu Shaohan handed Ning Qiaoqiao the atherosclerotic bowl and said in a low voice: "I bought it outside. I went back to take a bath in the morning. You made my clothes dirty yesterday! Two sets! "

Yu Shaohan said very displeased. Ning Qiao looked up at him. His purple grape eyes twinkled, and his soft voice whispered, "I'm sorry."

"..." Yu Shaohan actually just said that. How could his extravagant character care about two clothes? He picked his eyebrows, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao and motioned her to eat.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu Shaohan and stretched out his small hand to take over the atherosclerotic bowl. However, when Yu Shaohan just let go, his hand suddenly tilted!

"Ah!"

"Be careful!"

Yu Shaohan catches the porridge bowl quickly. Even if he moves fast enough, he spills some porridge on Ning Qiaoqiao and the back of his hand. The hot porridge makes Ning Qiaoqiao frown hard!

Yu Shaohan's pupils narrowed fiercely, put the atherosclerotic bowl on the bedside table mountain, conveniently gathered together two face towels to wipe the hot porridge on Ning Qiaoqiao's back, and said in a low voice: "ring the bell! Call a nurse! "

"But." Ning Qiao's purple grape eyes flashed, looked at Yu Shaohan and said, "it's just a small injury. I don't hurt anymore."

"Stupid, forget it!" Yu Shaohan raised his head, looked at Ning Qiao angrily, and lowered his head to wipe the porridge on the back of her hand. His black eyes stared at the red skin on the back of Ning Qiao's hand, and his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

He was so careless that he forgot that there was still a wound on her wrist, and the wound was very deep. He almost hurt the meridians. Now he has no strength at all!

How stupid was he to put the bowl in her hand?

"..." Ning Qiaoqiao bit his lip and looked at Yu Shaohan. He didn't speak. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, looked at Yu Shaohan's hand and said, "your hand!"

His hand was scalded by porridge, too! Now the big rice grains are still on the back of your hand!

Yu Shaohan looked at his hand expressionless, wiped the porridge off the back of his hand with a napkin, and said in a low voice: "why! It's just a little scalded. I'm a man. My skin is rough and my flesh is thick. I don't feel any pain. "

In fact, it hurts, okay! It's all because I paid too much attention to this smelly kid just now, so I didn't deal with the back of my hand. Until death, it would be a shame if her face shouted that pain.

Forget it!

"..." Ning Qiao looked at Yu Shaohan and said nothing.

Yu Shaohan glanced at Ning Qiao, threw the toilet paper into the dustbin, then stood up and saw the atherosclerotic bowl come over, scooped it with a spoon, handed it to Ning Qiao's lips and said, "eat!"

"Ah?" Ning Qiao's purple grape eyes looked at Yu Shaohan in surprise, didn't open his mouth according to his instructions, paused, and said: "this... Isn't it good? Otherwise, you can carry it for me. I can eat it myself. "

Of course, Ning Qiaoqiao knows that her injured wrist can't lift up, but she doesn't have another wrist that hasn't been hurt. She can eat with that one.

"Are you in trouble?" Yu Shaohan frowned at Ning Qiao, looking impatient.

“……”

Ning Qiao was stunned, and her purple grape eyes flashed. Now she lives here by Yu Shaohan. It's really not very interesting to bother others.

Ning Qiaoqiao opened his mouth and some pale pink lips. He put Yu Shaohan's spoon into his mouth. Suddenly, he frowned fiercely, and his beautiful little faces wrinkled together: "ah! It's hot! "

Yu Shaohan frowned fiercely, immediately threw the spoon back into the bowl, put his big hand under Ning Qiaoqiao's chin, frowned and stared at Ning Qiaoqiao: "spit it out!"

Ning Qiaoqiao really vomited on Yu Shaohan's hand. He just endured the hot temperature and swallowed the porridge in his mouth. His eyes like purple grapes were red and watery. He looked at Yu Shaohan like a rabbit and was poor.

"Let you spit it out. What do you swallow it for?" Yu Shaohan frowned tightly and shouted angrily at Ning Qiao: "what you cut is your wrist or brain!"

"I......" Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu Shaohan tearfully and said, "who told you not to blow? It's burning me!"

Yu Shaohan's black eyes flashed, and Jun's face looked at Ning Qiao's eyes somewhat unnaturally. He looked at her angrily, and said in a cold voice, "your woman is trouble!"

He has never taken care of anyone, let alone a woman! In the past, Yu Shaohan ate porridge only when the servant dried it to the appropriate temperature, so how can Yu Shaohan consider the temperature!

"Here, try again this time."

Although his words were not pleasant to hear, Yu Shaohan scooped a spoonful of porridge again and blew it, although his actions looked a little clumsy.

Ning Qiaoqiao opened his mouth and put the porridge into his mouth. Yu Shaohan looked at her with an eyebrow. There was an imperceptible tension in his black eyes and asked, "how about it?"

"Yes." Ningqiao nodded.

“……”

Yu Shaohan's black eyes suddenly flashed a touch of pride. It seemed that it was not very difficult. He lowered his head and scooped a spoonful of porridge to Ning Qiao's lips.

“……”

Ning Qiao actually felt that this atmosphere was too strange. Although she looked very normal on the surface, she was very nervous in her heart. She didn't say anything more. She ate the porridge handed by Yu Shaohan one mouthful after another. She just wanted to end the embarrassing feeding quickly.