Jing Yanhao walked to the side of the bed and put the tray with porridge and side dishes on the bedside table.

She reached out and lifted the infusion bag to take a look, there was still a small half left, and she said softly: "There is still a bag of potion after this bag is infusion, you are sick, you need to be treated well." ”

Mu Liuhuan didn't even move his eyelids.

Jing Yanhao knew that he was not asleep, and when she came in, she obviously heard his very dissatisfied cold snort.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and patiently asked him, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Not hungry!" Mu Liuhuan spoke coldly, his tone revealing childlike stubbornness.

"Then I'll help you change the dressing." She had just reached out to look at the wound on his back, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her body over.

A pair of deep eyes looked at her, there was not much temperature under his eyes, but when he saw the bruises on her wrists, the corners of his eyes still moved, and he quietly withdrew his hand.

Jing Yanhao thought that he was going to pinch his wrist again, and he gritted his teeth to prepare for the pain, but who knew that he let go of her again.

She exhaled and dared to lift his dressing gown, his shoulders moved, but he still didn't have a seizure, and let her remove the gauze, disinfect it, apply the medicine, and put on a new gauze.

When she was done, she washed her hands, picked up the porridge on the table, and said, "Let's have something to eat!" ”

Mu Liuhuan lightly spit out two words: "Don't eat!" ”

Jing Yanhao sipped and glanced at him: "You haven't eaten for a day, aren't you hungry?" ”

Mu Liuhuan's eyes flashed slightly, and he asked, "Did you do it?" ”

Jing Yanhao was stunned, shook his head, and replied honestly: "It was Sister-in-law Sun who did it." ”

Hasn't the family's food always been the sole responsibility of Sister-in-law Sun? How could this man suddenly ask if she did it?

Hearing this, Mu Liuhuan's face sank, and he turned his face away in displeasure, and snorted: "I want to eat what you made!" ”

Jing Yanhao looked at his awkward appearance, and couldn't help but complain wildly in his heart: What about the noble and cold beauty? Can you be so willful when you're sick?

She originally wanted to say that she wouldn't eat it, but when she saw his sick look, she couldn't give up, so she had to whisper: "Then I'll do it for you now, you have to wait for a while." ”

She stood up and brought the food out untouched.

entered the kitchen, with the remaining materials, Jing Yan washed rice and boiled porridge with good hands and feet.

She studied abroad for two years, and this little thing was not difficult for her. But the trouble was the awkward man upstairs, and while she was boiling porridge, she also had to worry about whether the potion for his infusion should be changed.

She couldn't rest assured, and ran upstairs and downstairs several times, and then went to see how much potion was left in his infusion bag.

When she finally rearranged the porridge and side dishes, she hurriedly opened the door, and the man on the bed was still sleeping, and there was still a little bit of potion left in the infusion bag.

OK!

She breathed a sigh of relief, put the meal down, waited for the last bit of potion to finish, and pulled the needle out for him.

Mu Liuhuan had actually been awake just now, and he was a little angry, why didn't this damn woman come back for so long?

There was a sudden tingling pain in her arm, and she watched as she neatly removed the needle with her hands and feet, and took out a band-aid and stuck it on the back of his hand.

Mu Liuhuan was originally a person who was very resistant to injections and infusions, but it seemed to feel good to be taken care of by her.

Seeing that she was busy for herself, the little complaint in her heart disappeared unconsciously.