Jing Hao heard his phone, paused for a while, and finally opened his eyes.

When Liangchen saw her open eyes, he pointed to the bowl of porridge that he had placed on the table, and the servant quickly came to his senses and brought the porridge to him.

Jing Haohao was a little uncomfortable leaning on Liangchen's arms, and couldn't help but move his body lightly, saying, "I'll drink it myself." ”

Liangchen didn't pay attention to Jing Haohao's words at all, but just hugged her tightly with one hand, making her unable to move, and took a spoon in the other hand, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to Jing Haohao.

Jing Hao closed her mouth and didn't drink it, and the strong smell of medicine kept drilling into her nose.

Liangchen raised his eyelids, looked at her pale face, and said, "As long as you are weak now, you still have to drink porridge by yourself, so you can save it." Besides, I personally fed you porridge, you don't give face so much, don't you let a room of people see me laughing? ”

After speaking, he took the wet spoon, touched Jing Haohao's lips, and said softly, "Huh?" "Yes.

Jing Hao knew that Liangchen's patience was limited, and he had already given himself a lot of face by doing this today, and if he continued to make trouble like this, he was afraid that she would be the last to be embarrassed and conspicuous in front of this room, Jing Hao pursed his lips, but still opened his mouth.

There was Chinese medicine in this porridge, it was very bitter, and when it came to Jing Haohao's mouth, she almost vomited it.

Liangchen looked at her demeanor, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Jing Haohao didn't speak, swallowed the porridge stiffly, and saw that Liangchen was feeding him for the second time, so he quickly shook his head and said, "It's too bitter......"

Liangchen looked at the letter suspiciously, picked up the spoon himself, took a small sip, and before he could swallow it in his mouth, he spit it out, pointed to a servant standing on the side and said: "Two days ago, didn't the old mansion send some good candied fruit, take it and put it in the porridge, suppress this bitter taste, it's too unpalatable, it's not something for people to drink." ”

The servant who was pointed out by him hurriedly turned around and ran out of the bedroom, and within two minutes, he brought the candied fruit with him.

Liangchen asked people to take a few and put them in the porridge, stirred them twice with a spoon, tasted a mouthful, it was still a little bitter, but it was not so difficult to swallow, and then fed Jing Haohao again: "You will drink it quickly." ”

After speaking, he commanded the servants behind him and said, "Go and pour a glass of water, and when you finish drinking the porridge, you will rinse your mouth." ”

Liangchen looked at Jing Haohao without taking a sip of porridge, as if he had suffered a sin, and couldn't help but say to the servant behind him: "Why are you stupid one by one, make a cup of honey water." ”

"Also, bring the Xinjiang raisins that were calmly sent to me a while ago, that one is sweet."

"I remember the last time I went abroad, I came back to buy a bunch of candy for my eldest brother and daughter, and when I brought it over, I pulled out a can and brought it up."

"And ......"

Such a small bowl of porridge, under the constant command of Liangchen, made the whole villa chickens fly and dogs jumped, and the servants ran up and down, and simply moved all the sweet things in the villa, and Jing Haohao barely drank it.