Jian Ran got up and sat beside Qin Yue. She glanced at the table. There were more than ten different kinds of dishes. Most of them were rather spicy, so they weren't suitable for patients with high fever.
After sizing them all up, Jian Ran fixed her gaze on the bowl of delicious white gelatin porridge on the table.
Even if Jian Ran didn't know anything about medicinal food, she knew that the gelatin had the effect of nourishing the blood and nourishing the Yin. She couldn't let Qin Yue, who had a high fever, drink this, right?
Qin Yue usually ate lightly, and those dishes were made by this auntie. How could she cook like this when he was sick?
Jian Ran looked around and asked Qin Yue in doubt, "Are you sure that these dishes were prepared by the Aunt Chen for you?"
"No." Qin Yue looked at Jian Ran, his gaze deep and gentle, "I've already eaten. I made the Aunt Chen specially prepare these for you. "
Jian Ran exclaimed, "It was prepared for me?"
Qin Yue nodded.
Qin Yue's extremely simple sentence swept away the haze in Jian Ran's heart. So it wasn't just her that was worried about him, he was also thinking about her.
"Thank you!" Jian Ran looked at Qin Yue and smiled, then picked up her chopsticks to start eating.
Due to Qin Yue's incident, Jian Ran was too worried to eat breakfast. Since lunch had dragged on until now, she was really hungry, so her ma
er of eating was not elegant at all.
Qin Yue looked at her with a profound gaze. After a long while, he opened his mouth and asked, "Did you suffer some injustice today?"
Jian Ran was not someone who would easily shed tears. Qin Yue had a very deep memory of the scene just now where she cried. He had a hunch that she must have suffered some sort of grievance.
Jian Ran stopped picking up the dishes and raised her head to glare at him. She said in a nasal voice, "I have been wronged."
"Tell me about it. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll help you vent your anger. " Qin Yue sounded like he was joking, but he paid attention to every slight change in Jian Ran's expression.
"The one who made me feel wronged was you." Jian Ran really wanted to say that, but she thought better of it. Even if she said it out loud, she couldn't slap herself twice.
"Knock knock ~ ~ ~"
A knock on the door suddenly interrupted their conversation. Liu Yong pushed open the door and placed a document in front of Qin Yue: "Boss Qin, this document requires your signature."
Liu Yong brought the document to Qin Yue, flipped through the pages for him to see, and then conversed with Qin Yue in English.
Jian Ran didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but she could roughly guess what he was talking about.
While the two of them were talking, Qin Yue finished reading the document and quickly signed his English name, Leo Qin, with a pen handed over by Liu Yong.
Liu Yong put away the documents and then left. Qin Yue glanced at the thermal insulation box on the tea table.
Qin Yue had a very deep memory of this thermal insulating box. It was the same box that Jian Ran used to prepare the seaweed dumplings for him last time.
"What's that?" He looked at the heat preservation box on the tea table and asked gently.
Jian Ran followed his gaze and looked over. When she saw the heat preservation box that he had brought with him, she stammered, "It's … it's nothing."
"Hmm?" Qin Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Ran quietly.
Jian Ran panicked under his gaze and could only honestly say, "It was I who brought you the green vegetable porridge. I was worried that you wouldn't be used to it, so I didn't give it to you."
Qin Yue coughed lightly and said very seriously, "Jian Ran, you're not me, how do you know I wouldn't like you? You didn't even ask me, and didn't even give me a chance to choose. How could you easily make a decision for me? "
At that time, when he made the decision to marry Jian Ran, he would try to accept everything, be it good or bad.
However, the impression Jian Ran gave him recently was that she didn't believe him, didn't believe him, and still didn't believe him!
Jian Ran lowered her head and whispered like a child who had done something wrong, "En, I will make the decision for you without asking for your opinion in the future."
Seeing Jian Ran lower her head like a frustrated wife, Qin Yue felt that it was fu
y: "I just happen to be hungry, go get it and help me fill a bowl."
"Yes." Jian Ran brought over the insulating box and said while she was eating the porridge, "This is mustard porridge, it might be a little bitter, so you should be fine, right?"
"I'm not picky with food." Qin Yue was not a picky eater, he just didn't care about what Jian Ran cooked, he could eat whatever she cooked.
Just like last time, he ate the onion even though he knew he was allergic to it.
Ever since he got married, he's been trying very hard to be a good husband.
"Is it delicious?" Jian Ran looked at him and asked with a smile.
"Not bad." This time, Qin Yue praised her generously and took another big bite.
As Jian Ran watched Qin Yue eat the porridge that she cooked with her own hands while enjoying it, a hint of sweetness arose in her heart, as if she was getting closer to him.
Qin Yue usually wouldn't say anything nice to her, but after knowing that her hands and feet were cold, he would prepare gloves and a warm water bag to take care of her.
Since then, she had slept very well every night and had never been woken up by the cold in her limbs like before.
While Qin Yue was eating his porridge, Xu Huiyi and a doctor knocked on the door and entered.
The doctor was the one who Jian Ran had seen in the morning, the one who had given Qin Yue the injection.
The doctor's gaze swept across Jian Ran and finally fell on Qin Yue's bowl of porridge, "Young Master, your fever has yet to subside and can cause other situations at any time, so please temporarily don't eat food that is not strictly manufactured by us. It would be bad if the bacteria get infected."
Hearing the doctor's words, Jian Ran felt very uncomfortable in her heart. He was clearly saying that the things that she had made were not clean.
Yes, she admitted that she hadn't known Qin Yue as long as they had. They had been following Qin Yue for a long time. They had a deep relationship with him, but she was Qin Yue's wife.
Just as Jian Ran was feeling depressed, her body was suddenly embraced by Qin Yue. His low and heavy voice slowly but firmly rang in her ears, "Special Assistant Xu, Doctor Liang, let me introduce you to my wife, Jian Ran."
My wife, Jian Ran!
It was just five simple words that pierced Jian Ran's heart so quickly, making her heart instantly soften into a soft water. She looked at Qin Yue quietly and gently.
Yes, from the day they got married, Jian Ran was no longer Miss Jian — she was now Mrs. Qin.
Qin Yue looked at Jian Ran again. His gaze became much gentler as he said, "Jian Ran, Special Assistant Xu and Doctor Liang are people who have been working beside me for a long time. We seem to be working together, but in reality, we are all friends."
Qin Yue's words were pleasant to hear, but once again, he emphasized the true relationship between the two of them.
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