The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

Zhou Yunshen walked out of the door, but saw the sky outside the window. It was a night gone, and a new dawn came.

Han was in a coma for a day and a night. When he woke up, it was in the early hours of the morning. One day and one night, Zhou Yunshen was in a bit of a mess. His eyes were entangled with red blood, and his beard came out, or he looked like a tramp.

Han also raised his hand and was held by Zhou Yunshen before he touched his face. Two people had four eyes and no words, but they were better than a thousand words. In case, they looked at each other as if they had said all the words.

"What would you like to eat? I'll have it delivered. "

Han also moved and felt powerless. After a long time, he said, "I want to go to the toilet."

Han also seems to tease Zhou Yunshen. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yunshen said a good word. He really picked him up from his bed and went to the toilet. Han didn't have much strength. Zhou Yunshen held him to the toilet.

"Do you want a bath?"

Zhou Yun deep way: "more comfortable."

"Well, you'll have something to send. It's delicious after the bath."

"Good."

"I'll give you a bath?"

"Well, it's hard week."

This ward is a VIP ward arranged by Zhou Yunshen. It has everything except toiletries, which are not used by Han.

Zhou Yun is full of hand froth. He also washes his hair to Han. He also sits on the toilet lid and enjoys the service of Zhou. He is now very weak, like a broken bone and cramps, leaving only the whole body of meat.

Zhou Yunshen knew that he was tired and weak and did not speak. He washed his hair and bathed him, cleaned it up, dried it, and then blew his hair back to bed. At this time, the food was delivered. Wei Yanfeng pushed the door with his food box in his hand. There was still the smell of shampoo in the room.

"Oh, I'm still blowing my hair."

He put the thing on the table and said, "well, if you don't finish the bone soup which has been boiled for nearly two hours, you will be sorry for my craft."

He took it out one by one, "and pickles and some dumplings. There is also a box of rice that Yuanqiao asked me to bring you, "he said to Zhou Yunshen:" this is what I prepared for him to go to work tomorrow. If you waste it, you will not see it in the future. Goodbye. "

The small dining table is set up and put in front of Han Yi and Zhou Yunshen, just as their hair is almost blowing. Zhou Yunshen hands Han Yi a spoon, and under Wei Yan's gaze, they have a bite of rice.

"Well, that's right. Well, I'm going back to bed. Remember the fruit after dinner, you two. "

Finish at the foot of the wind back to accompany the summer far Qiao.

"I found that," Zhou Yunshen said after a few mouthfuls of food, "Wei Yan's craft is getting better and better. He can almost open a restaurant by himself."

"Well," Han also chuckles, "Xia Yuanqiao's contribution is indispensable."

Zhou Yunshen seemed to think of something and began to laugh. Han also asked, Zhou Yunshen said, "in the past, Xia Yuanqiao had thought about every move in order to refuse Wei Yan. He was stunned to turn a man whose fingers were not touched by the spring water and who could not distinguish between grains and grains into a person who could compete with him in Decathlon and cooking skills."

With that, Zhou Zong also didn't forget to put gold on his face. "In fact, I'm also like this. For you, I'm willing to learn anything. Look, how good I cook now."

"Yes, you are."

A reward from Han and his family

General manager Zhou:

Two people, you and I slowly eat a meal, Zhou always deliberately slowed down the speed, according to his speed, a box of rice should have been eaten up, but Han is not fast now, Zhou Yunshen deliberately slowed down the speed to accompany him.

Han also didn't eat much and put chopsticks. He was so tired that Zhou Yunshen picked up the food and asked him, "do you want some fruit?"

Han also did not speak, one eye looked at him, Zhou Yun deep eyes followed him, Han also said: "let him come."

Zhou Yunshen has never been a person who would ask him many times about what he ate. He had already told him that Han Jingyun was still there and that he would send him fruit.

Know each other too well, so some words don't have to say to already understand.

When Han Jingyun came in with the fruit tray, Zhou Yunshen had already gone out. Han Yi half sat on the pillow and saw him smile. Han Jingyun, holding the fruit tray's hand, grasped the edge of the plate and stopped walking. In a few seconds, it was like having a root.

"Jingyun, why don't you come here?"

Han also said with a smile: "come to me quickly, isn't the fruit brought to me?"

Han Jingyun seems to hear his heart beating. Step by step, he is not stepping on the floor, but in his own heart, step by step in pain.

"Why don't you talk?"

Han also took the fruit plate, but did not eat fruit. Han Jingyun lowered his head, and the two father and son were in such a stalemate. With Han Yi's words asked, Han Jingyun suddenly knelt down and cried in pain: "why don't you let Zhou Yun kill me deeply? It's me that I hurt you and nearly let you die on the mountain. Why do you want to protect me when you are? Why are you doing this? I said I hate you, I hate you

Han Yi's heart was sorrowful and reverberated in circles, which crushed his heart. He looked at the back of the kneeling child. The child he had brought up in one hand was not bad in nature, kind and intelligent. He didn't look like that gangster at all. Even his eyebrows and eyes were engraved in the same mold as Jiang man."I'm sorry for your mother." Han also said, "even if you killed me that day, I will try my best to protect you. Jingyun, "he said," you are more important than my life. "

"For so many years, I have been afraid that you will blame me after you know the truth, because it is really because of me that your mother died. If she did not help me, she is still alive now Over the years, I have turned my guilt towards her into good for you But watching you grow up a little bit, I really treat you as my own child. "

"No father will blame his children."

"Well, you haven't left yet," Han Yishou held Han Jingyun's face in his hand. His small face seemed to have lost weight and looked at him with tears. "Would you like me to be your father?"

Zhou Yunshen watched the father and son holding each other through the crack of the door. He was not surprised by the result. Han Jingyun was brought up by Han Yi. In the world, he has only one relative. It is not unforgivable for a child to do something wrong when he is instigated by a villain, but he almost lost Han Yi.

Fortunately, Han is safe now, otherwise he doesn't know what he will do.

For Han Yilai, Zhou Yunshen thinks that now is the result he wants most. In fact, no matter where Han Jingyun goes, he will not stop to protect him, or even move to the city he went to just to look after him.

Han Jingyun felt guilty. Now even in front of Zhou Yunshen, he was cautious, like a frightened pony.