When the second bottle of drip was about to be hoisted, Lin Jiahe's nanny finally carried the thermos pot and tiptoed through the door and walked in.

Seeing Wu Jue sitting on the edge of the bed, he seemed to be very surprised, snorted his mouth, and looked at Lin Jiahe, who had his eyes closed, worriedly, but still did not speak.

However, at this time, the person on the bed woke up, slowly opened his eyes and frowned and looked around the ward, as if he had not reacted for a while, and was slightly impatient.

"Mr. Lin, are you awake?" The nanny hurriedly leaned in and asked.

"Hmm." He sat up slightly and nodded lightly, "Aunt Chen, bring the porridge, I'm a little hungry." ”

He still had some wistful gestures on his face, and he didn't look at Wu Jue much. Wu Jue also felt that there was nothing wrong with her, touched Aunt Chen, pointed to the hanging bottle, reminded her to call the doctor to change the dressing, and got up to leave.

"Wu Jue, thank you just now." Just as he was about to turn around, Lin Jiahe suddenly spoke, and his tone was as unsentimental as ever.

Fortunately, she was mentally prepared for his high-minded and indifferent attitude, and she didn't feel so unhappy, besides, it was just a gesture, and she really didn't need to worry about him in such a trivial matter.

"It's just a small thing." She smiled politely and said, "Then Mr. Lin, you are well recuperate, I will come to visit you again when I have time." ”

He nodded, then lowered his head and drank the porridge in his hand.

"What kind of porridge is this!"

As soon as he reached the door, there was a low shout behind him, and the sound of utensils bumping.

"Mr. Lin, the doctor said that you can only eat some light food now, so I specially boiled white porridge." Aunt Chen's voice was almost genuinely frightened.

"Forget it, don't eat it." Lin Jiahe impatiently threw the thermos pot in his hand on the bedside table next to him, with a faint trace of fatigue on his face.

"Mr. Lin......" Aunt Chen was in place, a little at a loss.

Wu Jue thought for a while and walked back to the bedside: "Mr. Lin, I know that there is a porridge shop near this hospital, and the yam porridge sold tastes very good, light and can protect the stomach." ”

Lin Jiahe raised his eyes to look at her, and he couldn't tell whether it was a suspicious or puzzled expression.

Aunt Chen reacted quickly, hurriedly put away the thermos pot, and asked her, "Where is the porridge shop, I'll buy it." ”

She looked at Lin Jiahe who was sitting on the bed, and saw that he was noncommittal, but his face was pale, probably because he hadn't eaten, so she said: "I'll buy it, I know the place, it may be faster." ”

Aunt Chen turned her eyes to look at her, as if she was relieved, but there was some confusion in her expression.

The porridge shop is only ten minutes away from the hospital, because when she was sick before, Wu Jue could only eat light food for a long time, but fortunately, Shen Tong discovered this shop, so that she would not live an ascetic life in the hospital.

Wu Jue bought the yam porridge, and when he returned to Lin Jiahe's ward, he was still sitting on the bed on a drip, but the potion had been replaced with a new one, and it was a full bottle.

When Aunt Chen saw her push the door in, she took the porridge in her hand very attentively and served it to Lin Jiahe.

Wu Jue is actually a little worried, people like him who are used to eating delicious delicacies may not have the same taste as them ordinary people, maybe the food she thinks is not as good as it is in his opinion.

But such worries didn't last long, Lin Jiahe held the spoon, sent a mouthful of porridge to his mouth, frowned slightly and paused for a moment, suddenly stretched out, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly at her: "It tastes very good, Wu Jue, you always surprise me a little." ”

He was obviously talking about this porridge, but he seemed to mean something, as if he was talking about something else. I think it was probably her delusion. Wu Jue couldn't help but smile secretly, approached him and replied: "Mr. Lin, I just wanted to drink porridge when I was hospitalized here earlier, and I just happened to find this porridge shop." ”

He nodded, said no more, and just buried his head in eating the porridge in his hand.

When he was eating, Wu Jue had seen it a few times. Probably because of the tutor, the eating appearance is very Sven, no matter what kind of mood it is, it is the same slow and logical.

Now it's probably because when he is sick, he eats more unhurriedly, even if he is wearing a hospital gown, sitting on a white hospital bed, and eating the most ordinary yam porridge, it does not affect his elegant temperament at all, and the innate nobility symbolizes his status as if it cannot be shaken.

Wu Jue sometimes thinks that Lin Jiahe is really like a machine that has been designed and created, with a set of irreversible routines in words and deeds, thoughts and actions.

Maybe every time he saw Lin Jiahe, Wu Jue's mind would involuntarily run rapidly, not necessarily thinking about any substantive issues, but more just thinking about it in a chaotic manner.

When she reacted from her distraction, she realized that she had been staring at Lin Jiahe, who was eating, just now, but fortunately he lowered his head and drank porridge, and did not look at her at all.

Rao is like this, she is still a little weak-hearted, seeing that his right hand with a drip is not very convenient, he accidentally splashed two drops of porridge out, but unconsciously reached out and brushed away the porridge that was sprinkled on his clothes.

He seemed to subconsciously retreat slightly, but only moved a little distance, and then stopped in a daze, letting her brush the two drops of white away.

It wasn't until he finished this action and felt the stickiness of his fingertips that Wu Jue realized his gaffe, and had to spread his hands to him with some embarrassment: "It's on your clothes." ”

He looked up at her, and there was a moment of unnaturalness on his face, not knowing if it was because of the embarrassment that the porridge had spilled, or because her movements had touched him. But what she didn't expect was that after a long silence, he actually said, "Thank you." ”

She was full of panic when she said this "thank you", and she was stunned for a long time and didn't know how to respond, so she could only watch him continue to drink porridge slowly.

Aunt Chen next to her suddenly took her hand, and patted her with a smile on her face: "Miss Wu, right?" Fortunately, you are here, otherwise Mr. Lin would be hungry for a while, and it is estimated that this stomach problem should be even more severe. ”

"Aunt Chen—" Lin Jiahe snorted in a low voice, as if he was a little angry, but he didn't look up.

Aunt Chen continued to smile at Wu Jue, then turned to the person on the bed and said, "Mr. Lin, I'll go out to buy something first, and you can talk to Miss Lin." ”

Her expression made Wu Jue feel a little funny, as if she had an extraordinary relationship with her master. In fact, she is also planning to retire after success.

Now it seems that unless Lin Jiahe has something to say, it may be a little wrong for her to say that she is leaving.

Just thinking about it, Lin Jiahe had already eaten about it, and turned his hand to put the porridge bowl on the table next to him. She saw that his hand with the injection was not convenient, so she took it.

For her affection, he seemed natural.

That's right, pleasing the boss should be the most important job for subordinates.

But as everyone knows, she really doesn't have any intention of pleasing him. If she didn't want to stay in Lin Zheng, she wouldn't stay in this ward for a moment, facing this person she didn't want to look at at a moment.

"The porridge is delicious." After the air was quiet for a while, Lin Jiahe suddenly spoke, as if he had suddenly found a topic.

"Well, I think so, too." She didn't have anything to say, but after speaking, she felt that the interior of this early spring seemed to be colder than the cold winter, and she felt bored, so she had to find a topic casually, "Mr. Lin, the company doesn't know about your illness, right?" ”

"Well, there's no need to let others know, it saves you some unnecessary trouble, it's not a big deal, and you can be discharged from the hospital after a few days." He said it very lightly. If the news of his hospitalization spreads, the company will inevitably explode, and all the flattering and courteous people will come to him, and maybe it will make this Renji Hospital restless.

"Didn't you say that you had stomach bleeding, and you really only had to stay in the hospital for a few days?" Thinking of him in the hallway and almost fainting in pain, she couldn't help but wonder.

He smiled casually: "There are so many things in the company, even if I really want to stay in the hospital to relax, I'm afraid I can't tolerate it, and it's just an old problem, and there is a family doctor, so there is no need to spend time in the hospital." ”

Although he said it easily, there was a little helplessness in his expression. He didn't say that Wu Jue also knew that Lin Zheng was such a big business kingdom, and he didn't know how much hardship it would take to support it at his age. It's no wonder he suffered from stomach problems at such a young age.

However, there are gains and losses, he sits in such a glamorous position, looks down on so many of them from above, and even silently affects the fate of many people, he should still have to pay something, right?

Wu Jue even thought viciously, if one day, he suddenly fell from the clouds and fell to pieces, what would he look like?

But at this moment, she couldn't imagine it.

She was silent for a moment, and then spoke diligently: "Although work is important, you also have to take care of your health, and if you need anything, just ask." ”

He was stunned, and suddenly laughed a little wantonly, looked up at her, and mocked her with half a playful mockery in his eyes: "Wu Jue, why do you bother? If you see that I am not happy in my heart, why do you make such a fake polite appearance? ”

Mr. Lin...... I think you might be mistaken about me. Wu Jue didn't know why he suddenly said this, although she really didn't want to see him, but the kind words she said at this moment were not completely fake.

She hadn't done anything yet, and he had already done everything to her.

Lin Jiahe was indifferent to her argument, just glanced at me coldly, and said lightly: "Forget it, you go, remember not to sue others about my hospitalization." ”

"Hmm." She didn't know what else to say for a while, so she could only follow this sentence and find a chance for herself to get out.

You see, she and Lin Jiahe are like this, every time they get along, there are some indescribable weirdness, like a clueless suspicion, and like a war without gunpowder, before anything, they are a little physically and mentally exhausted.