The sun shone down like a beautiful and gentle angel breaking into the ward.

Ann Xiaoxi loves the sun and everything warm. It's just that her life is not good, and she always meets cold and dark people.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the pain in my fingers also disappeared a lot.

Qiao Wenhan was gone, leaving behind an empty luxury hospital room and a hungry An Xiaoxi.

She was eating breakfast at home at this time, and she missed the sandwiches made by the kitchen lady of Qiao's Mansion very much. It's best to have another Viennese coffee, full of milky flavor, and dissipate the wake-up gas and laziness.

But now there is no one around, and there is no one to take care of me when I am hungry. An Xiaoxi thought that if she was lonely and old, this might be how it would feel.

Moreover, when you are lonely and old, you may not have such a luxurious room.

Knock knock.

The room door was pulled open. It's a nurse.

Carefully inspect An Xiaoxi's wound and change the dressing. And left after telling a bunch of precautions.

An Xiaoxi actually wanted to say: Please give me a loaf!

But she couldn't help it, the hospital was not run by herself, and the nurses wouldn't help buy breakfast.

Mutter......

The stomach screamed.

"Foodie."

A familiar voice.

Qiao Wenhan pushed open the door, and a maid from Qiao's Mansion was still standing outside the house, who had already brought in a hot breakfast.

Where can An Xiaoxi still take care of the image, don't say a word, let's eat!

Qiao Wenhan asked the maid to quit and stayed in the ward to have breakfast with An Xiaoxi. looked at An Xiaoxi's right hand with a bit of tape on the back of his right hand, and the fingers of his left hand wrapped in gauze.

It is extremely inconvenient to eat.

Although it's still cute, it looks a little more embarrassing.

"What a defeat for you."

Qiao Wenhan took a mouthful of porridge with a small spoon, blew it, and sent it to An Xiaoxi's mouth.

An Xiaoxi was inexplicable, she could obviously eat it, what is Qiao Wenhan doing.

"See what I'm doing? Eat. ”

"Oh."

An Xiaoxi looked at the food brought to her mouth, so she had to open her mouth and swallow it.

"So ......"

"Yesterday's ......"

An Xiaoxi was still a little angry when he saw Qiao Wenhan as if nothing had happened. After all, it was because of him that he would suffer from this flying disaster.

Shouldn't Qiao Wenhan apologize?

"Don't talk while eating"

Qiao Wenhan handed over another spoonful of porridge and blocked An Xiaoxi's mouth when he wanted to ask.

"I am also responsible for yesterday's accident and made you suffer"

There is no "sorry" all the time.

An Xiaoxi let out an "oh" and said no more.

Like a bird waiting to be fed, eating the food handed over by Qiao Wenhan. Qiao Wenhan looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, he was going to Hong Kong today to meet an important client, and he would not be back until three days later.

It's a bit uneasy to put An Xiaoxi in the hospital, but there's no better way.

He is the one who hurts, and he must be responsible to the end.

After breakfast, Qiao Wenhan set off for Hong Kong. An Xiaoxi was lying alone in the hospital bed, looking at the warm sun outside, looking forward to the arrival of spring soon.

After a while, the maid of Qiao's Mansion led four women in pink coats in, and they didn't look like the doctors and nurses in this hospital.

"Miss, this is the beautician who the young master ordered to take care of you."

Beautician? Is there a need for an esthetician in a hospital?

An Xiaoxi is like a monk with Zhang Er, confused. Only then did I notice a note on the table next to the hospital bed. When I opened it, it was Qiao Wenhan's chic line:

Your hair is rancid.

What the heck? This person is really warm for only three seconds.

An Xiaoxi was busy all day yesterday, and did a lot of knife training in the afternoon, until late at night. Before I could wash my stinky sweat, I went to the hospital.

The point is, when exactly did he find out that An Xiaoxi's hair was rancid?

When you sneak up on her?

When you take it to the hospital?

Or, when you are in bed?

In short, this Qiao Wenhan is really infuriating.

Several beauticians helped An Xiaoxi take off her hospital gown, first wiped her body with water, and then began to wash her hair.

Unbelievably, they even brought a portable sink with their own heating showerhead.

Yes! It's a wonderful feeling to have someone wash their hair. An Xiaoxi feels that every woman will be upset about washing her hair, and there is a good saying: Those who are willing to wash your hair and go out are true love.

"Miss......"

The beautician smiled, and An Xiaoxi almost fell asleep because she was too comfortable.

"Your skin is so good, I haven't touched such smooth skin in so many years"

"yes, yes."

Several beauticians next to him also praised in unison. Of course, An Xiaoxi also knows how much it is a compliment, just listen to it.

"That's why Mr. Qiao ...... That's so hearty."

A beautician giggled, and An Xiaoxi's face turned red.

Big sister! Auntie! Auntie! It's not what you think.

She and Qiao Wenhan haven't developed to the stage of testing each other's bodies. Although there was one time before, there was no substantive contact in the end.

As soon as he wanted to defend himself, An Xiaoxi's mind surged with the previous intimate contact.

The face becomes flushed.

When several beauticians saw this situation, they understood it in seconds.

"Mr. Qiao is 27 this year, just the right year!"

The laughter of the beautician sounded in the VIP ward, and An Xiaoxi was like a newlywed daughter-in-law, blushing and neck with shame. It seems that the skin touched by the beautician is as hot as Qiao Wenhan has touched.

After washing her hair and body, An Xiaoxi changed into a clean hospital gown and lay comfortably on the hospital bed.

I suddenly felt that it was good to be alone when I was sick, at least no one bothered me, and I didn't worry about how to deal with Qiao Wenhan, an eccentric tyrant.

Ten days passed. The fingers are all healed, and only the reddened skin is left to slowly recover.

Qiao Wenhan said that he had been on a business trip for three days, and he went for ten days at once. During these ten days, someone brought food and someone helped with washing. The hospital gown is changed every day, as are the bed sheets.

The outright VIP service, but the lack of Qiao Wenhan's figure and cold voice made An Xiaoxi unaccustomed to it.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the streets are already lit up. Seeing the lively neighborhood and deserted ward, An Xiaoxi felt a little uncomfortable.

Why didn't Qiao Wenhan come to see her, did he already have a new love?

The traffic is just the scenery of other places, and no matter what kind of VIP service it is, it is just a love house and a black under the fence.

At the beginning of the lanterns, night fell, and the dim light reflected An Xiaoxi's face. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist.

When I looked up, it was Qiao Wenhan.

"I heard you're alright."

An Xiaoxi was silent, as if protesting against Qiao Wenhan's lack of news and disobedience.

Gently stroking An Xiaoxi's fingers and sliding to the wound, Qiao Wenhan stopped. An Xiaoxi thought, after all, he still minded, even if it was only a minor injury, An Xiaoxi was not perfect.

A cold touch, looking down, Qiao Wenhan put a diamond ring on An Xiaoxi's left middle hand, which just covered the scar.

"It's a VIP service"

Qiao Wenhan whispered softly.