Sister-in-law He heard Qiao Yichu ask, and answered softly: "Since I woke up, I saw that Mr. has been taking care of Miss Qiao in the bedroom." ”

Sister-in-law He is old and doesn't sleep well. I am used to the routine in Yiyuan again, and I basically get up at four o'clock in the morning every day. The same is true for Guanlan International.

She got up early to go to the master bedroom, but she didn't enter the bedroom, and when she caught a glimpse of the door not closed, she glanced at it. I was about to clean up when I heard the faint sound of a keyboard coming from inside the room.

Intrigued, she stood in the doorway and took a look.

Only then did I find that Bo Sishen was sitting on the edge of the bed, meticulously working. Qiao Yichu lay quietly on the bed, with a few boxes of cold medicine on the bedside table.

When Sister-in-law He saw this, she roughly guessed that this little ancestor must be sick. Mr. Bo is taking care of her.

In the past few years by Bo Sishen's side, Sister-in-law He has roughly touched a little bit of Bo Sishen's temper. It's not as hard to serve as rumored from the outside world.

Although most of the time at work, this person is always indifferent, and occasionally when serving tea and water, he will be heard reprimanding his subordinates in an indifferent and stern tone, but he is really good and has nothing to say to Miss Qiao.

But this Miss Qiao in front of her, no matter what Bo Sishen does, she always looks lukewarm.

When Qiao Yichu first lived in Yiyuan, he lost his temper with him all day long, and he didn't give a good face. One cried, two troubled, and three hanged. When she saw it as a servant, she couldn't help but be a little overwhelmed, and even felt that Qiao Yichu didn't know what to do.

Who in the entire imperial capital doesn't know that Bo Sishen is the future ruler of the Bo consortium, and how many celebrities are eager for the Bo family in the imperial capital, but this Miss Qiao alone can't avoid it.

On Bo Sishen's face, he looked unfazed, and only calmly told Sister-in-law He to take care of her and don't let her leave.

If it weren't for the sour smile on the corner of her lips and the complicated emotions in her eyes when she accidentally bumped into Bo Sishen, who had always been calm and self-contained in front of people, because Qiao Yichu threw the ring she gave into the paper, squatted down gloomily, and turned the ring out again, maybe she would also feel that Bo Sishen was just a temporary novelty for Qiao Yichu.

After all, she has also been in this industry for many years, and she has seen many second ancestors raising women outside.

After listening to Sister-in-law He's words, Bo Si Shen glanced at her with a lukewarm gaze, which was quite a bit of a warning.

Sister-in-law He has been working in Yiyuan for several years, and she doesn't understand why Bo Sishen didn't let herself tell Qiao Yichu this, but she didn't ask too much and shut up obediently.

She didn't make a light bulb, and after delivering the porridge, she took it to the door and went out.

Afraid that Qiao Yichu would have a psychological burden, Bo Sishen explained in a half-truthful and false way: "Don't listen to Sister-in-law He's nonsense, Xinghai's case has some problems that need to be dealt with by me personally." ”

He stirred the porridge and blew it down carefully: "Taste it and take a look?" ”

Bo Sishen is the first time to make porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and he is still a recipe he found on the Internet temporarily.

Qiao Yichu had a heavy taste for eating, but now that he is sick, he is even more picky.

Although it was suitable for patients to eat white porridge, Bo Si was afraid that she would not eat it, and her illness would get better slowly, so he deliberately searched for it.

Qiao Yichu touched her stomach, she was sick for some reason, and her sense of taste became dull, and the white porridge had no taste, and she didn't want to eat it.

This bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge is suitable.

She was afraid that Bo Sishen would see the clues, so she obediently drank the porridge he fed her, taking small sips. Looking at the bowl of porridge at the bottom, Bo Sishen probably knew that she liked it. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in my heart.