Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

When ye Qingcheng entered the kitchen, he specially asked the doctor to give him an injection here.

Dongfang Shijin put a hanging bottle on his hand. He sat majestically at the door of the kitchen. A 198 tall bodyguard held the infusion bag for him.

Ye Qingcheng smiled inexplicably in her heart. She turned around, and there was a touch of sadness in her heart.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her so intensely that there was no blinking time.

Ye Qingcheng puts on her apron and cooks vegetable porridge in an electric rice cooker. On the other side, she is stewing simple mushroom chicken soup. She won't be so complicated.

Ye Qingcheng has never been idle. He cut bananas and sprinkled them with yogurt - bananas are mixed with lactic acid bacteria to improve his immunity.

Dongfang Shijin looked at the banana yogurt in front of him and frowned, "am I so weak?"

"Not weak," Ye Qingcheng smiled. "I want to give you good health."

When ye Qingcheng finished, Dongfang Shijin was about to pick up the spoon. What did ye Qingcheng think of, "wait... You haven't eaten... You can't eat yogurt."

With that, ye Qingcheng turned around, opened the cabinet and made him a cup of ginseng royal jelly, which also improved his immunity.

Dongfang Shijin slightly frowned, obviously unhappy.

But he still drank all the honey water brewed in front of him. Ye Qingcheng sat opposite him. The stuffy chicken soup in the kitchen had a faint smell.

Looking at his deep eyes, ye Qingcheng always felt a little unnatural. She got up and turned off the fire. The chicken soup had been stuffy into a rich color.

She specially added mushrooms and Lentinus edodes, because all mushrooms contain mushroom polysaccharides, which is the best ingredient to improve immunity.

When the chicken soup and porridge were served, Dongfang Shijin had not finished the liquid infusion. Ye Qingcheng put a bowl of rich chicken soup in front of him.

He raised his hand to pull out the needle.

Ye Qingcheng had sharp eyes and hurriedly got up to stop him, "don't..."

It's still a little late.

Dongfang Shijin has raised his hand and pulled out the needle straight.

Thin and dense blood came out, and he pressed it with the cotton stick of the hanging needle.

"You're really..." Ye Qingcheng shook his head slightly. The bodyguard took out the infusion bag. It was clear that one-fifth of it had not lost, "why didn't you finish the injection?"

"I'm in good health," said Dongfang Shijin. When he said this, his face was still a little white. I don't know what happened. Can he burn like this with a fever?

Ye Qingcheng couldn't compete with him all the time, so she had to let him go. She handed the white porcelain spoon to him halfway. Seeing the wound on his hand, ye Qingcheng simply moved a chair and sat next to him.

"Want to feed me?" he slightly raised his eyebrows, and finally caught a little smile in his eyes.

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