Palm sweet wife: deeply beloved by mysterious husband

When he came out of the hospital, he thought that Ming Youyin would suffer from drinking traditional Chinese medicine. Passing by the candy store, he bought some candy and preserved fruit.

"Thank you, brother Zhan!" Mingyouyin happily takes the bag, takes out a preserved fruit and puts it into her mouth, sour and sweet.

She smiled and nodded, "delicious! Brother Zhan, it's very kind of you! "

She put her arms around Zhan Yunting's neck and gave him a kiss. Her eyebrows and corners of her eyes were smiling.

Being swept away by the depression brought by master Fu, Zhan Yunting's heart was warm and bright, just like the bright sunshine.

He took her by the shoulder, went into the kitchen and looked at the traditional Chinese medicine boiling in the casserole, "how many times a day?"

"Drink it twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. It's best to drink it on an empty stomach," said Ming Youyin playfully. "I get up late today and stay up late. In the future, I will adjust my work and rest time, go to bed early and get up early. I'm in good health."

Zhan Yunting's eyes flashed over her red lips and thought of her pestering him last night to try those positions that were easy to get pregnant.

For her, she is wholeheartedly trying to have a child quickly. For him, every posture can make his blood boil and lose his mind.

She probably doesn't know how attractive she is to him.

After turning off the light and holding her, he was no longer the calm, resolute, cold and calm man in the daytime.

He held her and couldn't stop.

Her physical strength is far less than that of him, and she is tossed by him. She can't get up in the morning.

He bowed his head and kissed her, "teach me, I'll cook for you, and you can drink in the morning."

"No," Ming Youyin shook her head. "You've worked very hard at work. I haven't started school yet. I'm just a rice bug. If I let you get up early to make medicine, I'll bully you."

Zhan Yunting smiled and touched her face. "It's not bullying. I'd like to."

He is willing to do anything for her.

What is cooking medicine?

Ming Youyin looks at Zhan Yunting and traditional Chinese medicine. It's a little tangled.

She and brother Zhan are newly married. During the day, she looks at brother Zhan's high cold desire, but at night, she seems to be a different person.

Her physique is good among girls, but compared with brother Zhan, it's definitely heaven and earth.

Every night when she went to bed, she felt that she had been hollowed out by brother Zhan. She really couldn't get up in the morning.

But now she is a pure rice bug. She only eats but doesn't work. She eats the rice cooked by brother Zhan every day. That's because brother Zhan also wants to eat. How can she make his own share? Just make one for her by the way.

But if brother Zhan gets up an hour earlier to make medicine for her, she can't bear it.

Brother Zhan has a fixed time to go to the company.

Unlike her, early or late is OK.

Before she tangled up the results, Zhan Yunting took her in one hand, picked up the prescription sign on the combing table and read it carefully.

It's the first time for Ming Youyin to take medicine when she is so old, and she can't.

She asked the nurse to help and wrote the way to boil the medicine on the prescription sign. When she just boiled the medicine, she did it step by step against the prescription sign.

She saw her eldest brother Zhan see ten lines at a glance, then put the prescription sign on the combing table and repeated the method, "I'll cook tomorrow, and you'll wake up naturally."

Ming Youyin hugged his neck and sighed with admiration: "brother Zhan, you are so smart!"

Her eldest brother Zhan is definitely a genius. No matter what he learns, he is very fast and basically never forgets.

She thinks that even if she is a more spiritual person, she has a good memory and high understanding, but she is still much worse than brother Zhan.

This is called talent. God rewards it. You can't learn it.

She put her arms around brother Zhan's neck and looked at him with a smile. Her eyes were full of joy and Expectation: "brother Zhan, you're so smart. We'll have a baby in the future. We'll be as smart as you. When he goes to school, we'll thank us for giving him such a useful brain."

It's like she's fighting big brother. It's unforgettable.

If you give birth to a baby who never forgets and gets the first place in the exam, isn't that handy?

Other children must envy him!

When she was at school, her brain was very good. She could recite a text three or five times.

Many of her classmates have to read it at least ten times before they can recite it.

She has seen the skills of her eldest brother Zhan. As long as it is not too difficult to remember, she can remember eight times, nine times and ten times at one time, and she can recite it skillfully twice.

Brother Zhan is awesome!

Her vision is good. She found such a powerful husband.

She looked at Zhan Yunting with joy, and her eyes twinkled with the dazzling light of joy and love.

Being watched by her eyes, Zhan Yunting was warm, like being soaked in hot spring water, calm and comfortable.

When I was with her, everything I met before became worthless. As long as I looked at her, I felt infinite joy and satisfaction.

"Ah..." Ming Youyin suddenly shouted, loosened Zhan Yunting's neck, opened the cover of another casserole, and then patted his chest: "it's OK, it's not dry!"

She just made Chicken Soup for Luo Jiafu while making medicine. When she saw Zhan Yunting, she forgot everything.

Traditional Chinese medicine is boiled slowly and will not dry for a while.

The chicken soup for Luo Jiafu is still on the fire. It's bad to dry.

Zhan Yunting looked: "want to drink chicken soup?"

He planned to get up early tomorrow morning and go to the morning market to buy a freshly slaughtered black chicken.

"No," Ming Youyin shook her head and carefully stirred the chicken soup with a spoon. "This is for Xiao Fu. Anyway, Xiao Fu was sent to the hospital in Tianxue store. Although strictly speaking, we have no responsibility, if we really encounter any trouble, we can't escape unless we have the responsibility... If we want the poor baby, I don't feel good in my heart. I'll make a soup for Xiaofu to replenish my body. "

Zhan Yunting stared at her, and her eyes became more gentle.

Ming Youyin's character looks lively and jumping, but he is as delicate as hair, soft and kind. The more he understands, the more he likes it.

Boil the medicine and air it to the appropriate temperature. Ming Youyin drinks the medicine in one breath.

When she finished drinking the medicine, her bitter facial features were wrinkled together. Zhan Yunting was very distressed, but Ming Youyin didn't feel it. After drinking, she stuck out her tongue, ate a few preserved fruits, smiled and jumped around.

Zhan Yunting raised his hand and touched her head: "if we drink enough one day, we won't drink."

"How about that?" Ming Youyin said without thinking, "we must cure it!"

She must give birth to brother Zhan.

Give birth to several!

After drinking traditional Chinese medicine, she waited for half an hour and ate something. The chicken soup was almost cooked.

She asked Zhan Yunting, "brother Zhan, I'll go to see Xiao Fu. Will you go with me?"

Zhan Yunting originally wanted to go with her, but the company suddenly needed him to deal with something. "I'll take you to the door of the hospital. I need to go back to the company."

Ming Youyin smiled: "go, go! You don't know little Fu well. When you go, you're both uncomfortable. "

They left home. Zhan Yunting sent Ming Youyin to the hospital and went to the company.

Ming Youyin goes to Luo Jiafu's ward with chicken soup.

Knocking on the door, he saw Jiang's mother standing at the end of the bed crying. Jiang Chengyi was half kneeling by Luo Jiafu's hospital bed, his eyes red and his face sad.