Chapter 870: Affection in a Coma [7]

"Keep taking care of it until it's better!"

Giving the order concisely, the expression on Lu Yan's face was the same as usual, but when his eyes swept over Bo Jinghan, there was a faint softness that he didn't know.

Wang Feiwan saw it in her eyes, her eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of clean and pure envy crossed it.

Then, I saw her salute the standard military salute again.

He replied, "Yes, Chief!" Mission completion guaranteed! ”

Before the words were settled, as soon as she put down her hand, she changed to a tentative tone and asked again: "That...... Lu Shao. Do you know how to cook? The easiest, just make some white rice porridge. ”

“……”

Lu Yan retracted his gaze, turned to Wang Feiwan, and asked silently.

The eyes were suddenly sharp, and Wang Feiwan felt a little weak and embarrassed.

Although she didn't think it was a shame for her to be able to cook even the most basic white rice porridge in a fryer, she really couldn't open her mouth when she said it in front of people.

But soon she thought of a particularly harmonious reason, and immediately said with a solemn face: "Sister-in-law will wake up at any time now." Because she was frightened before, she had a fever and fever all night, so her spleen and stomach were relatively weak, and it was best to give her some porridge after waking up. It not only nourishes the spleen and stomach, but also is good for health. Of course, a little side dish is better to change the taste! Besides, I'm going to hang a drip for her later, and it's not good to have an empty stomach all the time......"

"It's easy, I'll get it."

Lu Yan bowed his head and walked outside the house.

's indifferent expression really stimulated Wang Feiwan.

She almost didn't hold back, and she looked at her with adoration!

Exercise! I can actually cook!

This is simply the twenty-four filial good men of the new century.

Out of the hall, into the kitchen, in the career, hurt the wife......

Mighty, mighty!

"Click", the sound of the door opening interrupted Wang Feiwan's reverie.

Seeing that Lu Yan was about to go out, she suddenly remembered a certain man who was hurt by the half bottle of grape juice last night.

The only little conscience that remained, Wang Feiwan opened her mouth and shouted again: "Lu Shao! ”

“……”

Lu Yan paused, we were by the door, and looked back at her.

I heard her lower her voice, as if holding back a smile and said, "That...... If it's not troublesome, give Qiao Tou'er a copy too! Yesterday, he was pitted by your family's expired grape juice and pulled his stomach all night. It's pretty ...... Wretched! ”

Actually, what she wanted to say was quite ridiculous and funny!

Lu Yan went out without saying a word, and gently closed the door.

Wang Feiwan, who stayed in the room to take care of her, prepared a potion for Bo Jinghan, and after giving a drip, she kept sitting on the stool next to the bed.

With her hands on her cheeks, she quietly looked at the woman on the bed who was frowning but breathing steadily.

A hint of envy flashed in his eyes, a little praise.

It has been said that women always look at women with a critical eye, and in a flawless person, they can be found to have a flaw to satisfy their inner vanity.

But Wang Feiwan felt that the woman in front of her was really perfect.

Maybe before, when she saw reports about her in newspapers and magazines and other media, she could still be critical of feeling that this woman was a vase with her head scratched.

But at this moment, she remembered the scene when she saw this woman at first sight yesterday, remembered the injuries on her body, and remembered the thrilling rescue that Qiao Shufang had brought with a few words.

She didn't realize that she also looked up at the woman a few times.

Suddenly, she felt that this woman's heart was much deeper than what she saw......