It rained all night, and the next day the sky was gray and the rain continued.

Early the next morning, Ji Mushen's fever finally subsided.

He Shan, who was chasing people in the cemetery last night, also rushed back.

When He Shan rushed back, Ji Mushen was sitting in the dining room of the Zhao family's house, slowly drinking the porridge that Zhao Wanyi fed him.

The grim face carried a hint of enjoyment.

Opposite him, the three brothers of the Zhao family were sitting quietly.

Zhao Muze had a porridge bowl in his hand, but he didn't have much appetite, so he put down the porridge bowl and asked the servant.

"Isn't today's porridge cooked?" How a little bitter.

Without waiting for the maid to reply, Zhao Muxi on the side had already slammed the porridge bowl on the table, and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Just a porridge, as for it?"

This dead girl is just marrying someone, is it so sensual?

When they were sick before, why didn't they see her feeding their brothers porridge to drink?

Only Zhao Muqing was a little calmer, but the millet porridge in the porridge bowl in front of him still didn't move much.

Listening to the third brother's disdainful words, Zhao Wanyi's action of feeding the man porridge paused, turned her head to look at the third brother, and then muttered in a low voice.

"Of course, Ah Shen's hand is injured and he can't use force." As she spoke, she handed another spoonful of millet porridge to the man's lips.

If this man is not careful, he will be perverted and crazy.

Besides, in her previous life, when she didn't want to live anymore and didn't eat or drink, he had been patiently feeding her like this, and then she realized that he also had a gentle side.

Therefore, she is taking care of him now, which can be regarded as repaying his previous feelings for her.

Ji Mushen opened his lips and drank it, his cold eyes showed a bit of smugness, and he glanced at the three men in front of him.

"Isn't that still a hand?" After listening to her, Zhao Muxi glanced at Ji Mushen's uninjured hand with dissatisfaction.

It's just a spoon to drink porridge, can't you change hands?

Some people don't have hands, so can't they drink porridge with their feet? Do you have to be fed?

"......" The third brother's words made Zhao Wanyi stunned, speechless for a while, and the expression on her face was a little embarrassed.

"Third Young Master, when you get married, it is estimated that you will be able to understand Miss." At this time, the maid on the side covered her lips and smiled, and whispered to Zhao Muxi.

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Muxi's face became even more ugly, and he slapped the table directly, got up and left.

"I can't eat this breakfast!"

"......" Zhao Wanyi blinked, showing a little aggrieved on her face.

She somehow made the third brother angry again.

She didn't do anything early this morning, she just fed Ji Mushen porridge.

As soon as Zhao Muxi left, Zhao Muqing also got up.

"I don't have an appetite either." Left most of the bowl of porridge and left.

Only Zhao Muze was still sitting on the chair, and his mature face also showed a bit of loss, but he didn't forget to comfort his sister.

"Ignore them."

At this time, He Shan, who had been waiting in the restaurant for a long time, also stood aside with a shocked face, looking at his boss being soaked in a honey pot by his wife, and he was a little suspicious of life.

After waiting for a while, the porridge in Zhao Wanyi's bowl was finally empty.

She put down the bowl and raised her hand to hand him a tissue, he reached out and wiped his thin lips, and then glanced at He Shan, who was looking at them in shock.