Daily Life After Marriage with a Boss

    Ling Yi could only hear the voices around her.

    After losing his sight, his other senses became extra sharp.

    "I'm sorry." Ling Yi's beautiful eyes did not show any expression, he asked gently, "Is there someone next to me?"

    "It's me."

    Feng Chu's voice was low and magnetic, Ling Yi heard it a few months ago, and he didn't forget it. After a little thought, he recalled: "The nurse who sent me back to my residence that day?"

    "My name is Feng Chu, and Dean Zhou asked me to take care of you."

    Ling Yi stretched out a hand: "Hello Mr. Feng, my name is Ling Yi."

    Feng Chu held Ling Yi's hand without hesitation: "Just call me Feng Chu."

    Ling Yi could feel that the man's palm was large and broad, and his fingers were extraordinarily slender. Judging from the size of the hand, the other party should be a tall man.

    It should be very high...Ling Yi thought enviously, her body is also very healthy.

    "Did Dr. Zhao tell you about the work?"

    The information that President Zhou gave to Feng Chu included the doctor in charge of Ling Yi. The other party's surname was Zhao, which should be "Doctor Zhao" in Ling Yi's mouth.

    Feng Chu looked at Ling Yi, he didn't want to play an identity game here, Feng Chu was not such a naive and bad man.

    But Ling Yi is very serious and has already believed Feng Chu's words.

    The other party did not respond for a long time, Ling Yi thought that the other party had not communicated well with the doctor: "Mr. Feng?"

    "Not yet, I'll call him later to ask." Feng Chu said, "Wait for half an hour."

    "Okay." Ling Yi nodded, "I'm here to bask in the sun."

     …

    President Zhou was called to Feng Chu again.

    Looking at the tall and handsome man in front of him, Dean Zhou wiped a cold sweat. He really didn't understand why Feng Chu was wasting time in this nursing home.

    For a man like Feng Chu, time should be equal to money... Isn't the president of a dignified wealthy family squandering his life here as a nurse?

    Director Zhou, a straight man, can't think of any more possibilities for the time being, he just pretends that Feng Chu wants to experience a different life here.

    President Zhou told Feng Chu the contact information of Ling Yi's attending physician.

    In fact, the things that need to be adapted, Deng Nursing has already helped Ling Yi to adapt. Now Ling Yi can walk in the sanatorium by himself and is familiar with everything in the room. Ling Yi is independent, and he will try his best to do what he can do by himself.

    Even if Feng Chu doesn't know how to take care of patients, he can take care of Ling Yi.

    After greeting Ling Yi's attending doctor, Feng Chu appeared in front of him again.

    Ling Yi heard footsteps: "Mr. Feng, is that you?"

    "It's me." Feng Chu said, "The sun won't shine here, do you want to go back?"

    Ling Yi nodded.

    Feng Chu guided Ling Yi back to his residence.

    This time Feng Chu entered Ling Yi's room.

    Ling Yi's residence is about 120 square meters. In addition to the kitchen, bathroom, living room and balcony, there is also a bedroom and an entertainment room.

    Ling Yi's side face was not real in the light. He turned around and said, "Would you like to drink tea? There is lemon tea in the refrigerator, as well as Longjing and Oolong tea."

    Feng Chu only drinks coffee and rarely tea.

    Ling Yi took out a can of very delicate tea, and poured mineral water to boil it.

    Feng Chu stepped forward: "I'll come."

    "I know how to do it." Ling Yi put the tea in the cup, "You are a guest, please let me do the little things within your power."

    Twenty minutes later, Feng Chu took a sip of the tea in the cup.

    The tea soup is green, the aroma is curling, and the taste of the entrance is very fragrant.

    Ling Yi took a sip of tea: "I haven't entertained others like this for a long time."

    Feng Chu looked at his side face: "How long?"

    Ling Yi thought for a moment: "One year and twenty-eight days."

     Exactly when he went blind.

    Feng Chu knew that Ling Yi had come to the sanatorium for nearly five months, and no one came to visit him during these five months, whether relatives or friends.

    The data shows that Ling Yi came from a hospital in C city, and Ling Yi was probably the same when he was in the C city hospital.

    Is his father too busy?

    The businessman is very busy.

    Feng Chu sometimes has no time to socialize.

    After sitting down, Feng Chu noticed that something seemed to be stuck in his clothes. He opened it and found that it was a string of jade beads, full of green and rich in color, each about the thickness of a finger.

    Feng Chu fingered the beads, Ling Yi heard the voice: "What is it?"

    "A string of beads bought at the night market." Feng Chu put it in Ling Yi's hand, "It's very relaxing when you move the beads."

    The rich colors make the skin white, as is the navy blue cardigan that Ling Yi wears today, as does the jade beads on his hands.

    Feng Chu has a dark complexion, this string of emeralds is emeralds in his hands, and flowing green in Ling Yi's hands.

    Ling Yi flicked twice: "Ice cold, very comfortable."

    Jade will generate temperature, the hand is warm, and it will become the temperature of the hand after a while.

    Feng Chu finished his cup of tea, and he refilled it. He had never had such a delicious tea before. He was curious about what kind of tea it was, and opened the refrigerator to see that the tea was actually supplied by a sanatorium. Although the quality was very good, it was not good enough to attract Feng Chu's eyes.

    Feng Chu laughed.

    He didn't expect Ling Yi to be so defensive about outsiders, Ling Yi looks so beautiful, but if Feng Chu has a bad heart—

    He took the blanket next to him and covered Ling Yi.

    Ling Yi's voice was very soft: "Thank you."

    "Are you awake?"

    Ling Yi snorted: "I didn't sleep too fast."

    Feng Chu was very curious about how Ling Yi's hair was styled. Such a beautiful flax color and such a natural curl reminded him of the angel's hair in some illustration books.

    If Ling Yi's eyes were not blind, the light in his eyes should be as bright and clear as an angel's eyes.

    "A stylist will come to give you a hairstyle?" Feng Chu thought for a while, "The color of the hair is very beautiful, and it gives a noble feeling."

    Ling Yi was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been misunderstood, he couldn't help laughing: "Yes, it takes five hours to set the shape, and you can't do anything during the shape."

    When he was in City C, the doctor in charge was mean and an indifferent old man. After the fracture was almost healed, he was sent to City B, Province A. It is said that the nursing home in City B is very good. However, the nurses who take care of Ling Yi are usually women over 40 years old. Ling Yi does not talk much with them. They work hard and Seriously, Ling Yi occasionally worries that he will offend the other party.

    Feng Chu is a very suitable person to speak to, with a calm and helpful personality.

    Ling Yi guessed that Feng Chu was over twenty-seven and under thirty-five.

    Listening to Feng Chu's voice, the other party should be a handsome man with a cold temperament.

    Because Ling Yi was going to rest and Feng Chu had to go back to the company to do some things, he said goodbye first.

    Ling Yi handed the string of jade beads to Feng Chu: "Give it back to you."

    "Ten yuan for three strings," Feng Chu said, "You can keep the little things bought at the night market and play with them."

    Ling Yi rolled it up three times and put it on his wrist. He hugged the blanket and closed his eyes: "Mr. Feng, see you tomorrow."

    Feng Chu took another look at him, Ling Yi was now wrapped in a blanket, with beautiful thick curly hair scattered on the side of the thin face, looking like some very soft, snow-white little beasts that were easy to handle, Feng Chu The Adam's apple rolled: "See you tomorrow."

     …

    In the evening, a staff member brought dinner over, and Ling Yi slowly used his own dinner.

    The phone rang suddenly.

    Ling Yi is not very convenient to use a smartphone. When Dr. Zhao contacts him, he usually calls the number in his room.

    Ling Yi said "hello".

    Dr. Zhao's voice came from the microphone: "Xiaoyi, have you met a new nurse?"

    Ling Yi said "um": "I saw you this afternoon."

    When Dr. Zhao received a call from Dean Zhou today, he almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.

    The people of the Feng family are completely out of reach for Dr. Zhao. He only looks at the news, and even thinks about it when the stock market fluctuates, but he does not think of the Feng family. The president in power would play some kind of role-playing game and work as a nurse for one of his patients.

    Dr. Zhao likes Ling Yi very much. Ling Yi is very polite, well-trained, and very well-behaved, just like the little prince who came out of a fairy tale.

    If Dr. Zhao gave birth to a daughter and Ling Yi was not blind, he would definitely lead her daughter to Ling Yi without saying a word.

     Dr. Zhao said: "The new nurse may not be familiar with the work, he is a novice, you remember to be tolerant of him, don't lose your temper with others, remember, you must keep a calm mood now , impulsiveness is not good for your eyes."

    Ling Yi smiled slightly: "I know."

    Dr. Zhao also knows that Ling Yi has a gentle personality, and is simply the calmest and most cultivated patient he has ever seen.

    The only thing he worries about is that the boss of the rich and powerful family is not happy and finds fault with Ling Yi.

    To be on the safe side, he specially reminded Ling Yi.

     "That's good." Dr. Zhao thought for a moment, "Has the patient on the second floor left the nursing home?"

    Ling Yi smiled slowly: "He hasn't."

      He said bluntly, "Xiaoyi, please bear with me for a while longer, don't take his words to heart, your eyes will definitely return to normal, his sinister villain will be bad luck."

    Ling Yi thanked Dr. Zhao and hung up.

    The milk in the cup is not so warm anymore, Ling Yi took a sip of the milk.