Rebirth of The Avenging Queen

Yuan Hui was stunned to see yihaoen come in. She thought that yihaoen would not come today. "How are you coming?"

"Look at you." Ehorn went to the hospital bed and put the nutritious lunch on the table beside him: "have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Yuan Hui replied.

"It's a coincidence. I'm going to buy lunch for sister Hui." The man who had been looking at yihaoen stood up and smiled and looked at Yuan Hui: "sister Hui, this is..."

"He?" Yuan Hui smiled and turned her eyes: "an old friend."

Hearing Yuan Hui's words, I knew that she was still remembering last night's events. Yihao'en was a little unhappy, but he still held out his hand: "Hello, I'm Yishi catering president, yihao'en."

Hearing that ihorn reported to his family, although the man was a little surprised, he didn't show any fear. He reached out and shook ihorn politely: "Hello, President Yi, I'm the manager of Huiying technology, my name is Ning Lang, BAODINGNING, sunny."

"Manager Ning is really young and promising. Huiying technology has a good reputation in Z city." Ihorn raised his mouth.

"There is still a gap between Yishi and Yishi." Ning Lang smiled.

Although the two people talk politely and smile on their faces, the hands they hold together are also dark.

"It's not too early. Manager Ning, you'd better go back first." Yuan Hui added with a smile, "thank you for coming to see me." Originally, she called to ask for leave. Who knew manager Ning would run over suddenly? She was also shocked.

"OK, sister Hui, take a good rest and call me whenever you have something to do." Ning Lang added as if joking: "on call."

"Ha ha, where dare I?" Yuan Hui laughs. Manager Ning is not old, but he has a strong working ability and is very good to his subordinates. Yuan Hui still has a good impression on him. He often plays a few harmless jokes in the company.

"Ha ha, sister Hui, I'll see you after work." Ning Lang looked and nodded to ihorn, "goodbye, President Yi."

"Walk slowly." Ihorn turned sideways.

Ning Lang walked away. From the angle Yuan Hui couldn't see, the two men fought with their eyes for a short time.

Instead, after Ning Lang closed the door and left, ihorn's brow was already unhappy: "who is he?"

"My boss." Yuan Hui looks at the nutritious lunch he brought to ihorn: "what did you buy?" She's a little hungry, too. Ihorn has bought everything. It's a waste if she doesn't eat.

"Lunch." Replied ihorn.

"Nonsense." Yuan huibai took a look at him. This man is always like this. He asked him a question, and it was hard to answer.

Instead of returning, yihaoen took the initiative to set up the small dining table on Yuan Hui's bed, and then reached out to help her sit up.

"Hiss..." Yuan Huitong takes a breath of cold air.

"Slow down." Yihaoen stood up Yuan Hui's pillow: "lean on it gently."

"Yes." Yuan Hui answered and slowly leaned on the soft pillow.

"Is it still painful? Is it better? " Yihaoen asked after he helped Yuan Hui loose his hand.

"Well, it's OK." Yuan Hui took a deep breath and felt the pain relieved.

"Eat." Ehorn opened the box and put the food on the small table. There was a bowl of mushroom and green vegetable porridge, two kinds of small dishes, and a small plate of milk yellow and a small plate of cage bag.

"You can eat the bun yourself. I can't." Yuan Hui said that she picked up a spoon and wanted to drink porridge, but found that she was still a little away from the dining table. Once she wanted to eat, she needed to lean forward, which would hurt the edge of the knife.

While she was struggling, ihorn reached for her spoon and said, "I'll feed you."

"Yo." Yuan Hui said with a smile and sarcasm, "you are a good old friend!"

"You!" Ehorn's face was dry. "You're not finished."

"Hum." Yuan Hui snorted. He deserves to be angry with her last night.

"Open your mouth." Yihaoen frowned and scooped a spoonful of congee to taste Yuan Hui's mouth.

“……” Yuan Hui didn't hate yihaoen any more. She opened her mouth to cooperate. Iron rice is steel. She didn't have to live with it.

After feeding a few mouthfuls, ehorn looks at Yuan Hui's face, but remembers the past. Once, Yuan Hui had a high fever. He stayed at home to take care of her and cooked porridge himself. She also feeds her one mouthful at a time. She likes to eat her own cooking very much. Every time he cooks, she will be very appreciative of her face.

The corner of the mouth raised unconsciously, and then ehorn thought of the man again: "manager Ning just now looks very young."

"Yes." Yuan Hui replied, "he's 29 years old. You don't think he's young. He's very capable."

"Hum." Ihorn gave a cold Snort and said in a sour way, "you are very optimistic about him."

"Of course." Yuan Huiyang raised her head. That's her boss. If her subordinates don't like her boss, how can they do it.“……” Yhorn frowned and said nothing more. After he fed the whole bowl of porridge to Yuan Hui, yhorn cleaned up the porridge bowl and sat back in the escort chair without saying a word.

After all, he has been a husband and wife for many years. At a glance, Yuan Hui can see that yihaoen's mood is not right: "are you angry?"

Ihorn has been doing this virtue since they were in love. As long as they are angry and sure that they don't squeak, black face, you have to ask him, he doesn't admit it.

"No." Ihorn responded and continued to be silent.

"Ha." Yuan Hui smiled a little and shook his head helplessly. This yihao'en hasn't changed at all. Now it's a bit emotional. If before, she only had to play coquetry and coax him, it would be OK. But now, she has no such position or obligation: "you eat these two plates of steamed buns. It's time to cool down."

"No appetite." There was a fire in ehorn's heart. Where could he eat.

"I don't have an appetite for what you buy it for." Yuan huibai gave him a look: "eat quickly."

"I don't want to." Again, ihorn refused, but this time in a slightly weaker tone.

"Eat!" Yuan Hui looks at yihaoen.

"No!" Ihorn made it clear that he didn't cooperate.

"You..." Yuan Hui frowned and felt a pain in his stomach just when he wanted to get angry. He took a breath of cold air and said, "hiss..."

"What's the matter?" Yihaoen hurriedly helps Yuan Hui: "does the knife hurt?"

"You should be angry with me! I'm so pissed off! " Yuan Hui glared at him and tried to push him away, but he couldn't make it.

"You..." Ihorn didn't know how to refute, so he sighed, "I can't eat yet."