The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Mama Wu hummed, thought for a while, and asked again, "Should I prepare some more porridge for my wife, in case she wakes up hungry at night? She is weak now, so she needs to take good care of her." .”

Wu Ma was still very considerate, worried that Qiao Anhao would wake up hungry and would have nothing to eat, and she still felt a little distressed thinking about it.

Uncle Lin thought about it for a while, and felt that Qiao Anhao had slept all day, and hadn't eaten at noon or night, so he would naturally be hungry when he woke up in the middle of the night, so he agreed, "Then make some clear porridge, so that Madam won't wait a while." Get up hungry."

"That's fine, you bring the medicine to Madam first, I'm cooking porridge."

Just do it, Wu Ma immediately started to prepare, and Uncle Lin was relieved a lot, so he went upstairs.

The lights in the room on the second floor were turned off. Uncle Lin came up with his things and knocked on the door, "Master, I brought the medicine."

Lu Yicheng, who was silent in the darkness, moved his eyes slightly, as if his whole body had been plunged into the darkness, which was completely imperceptible, but the intimidating aura still existed.

It was as if a noble king was sitting on a not-so-luxury seat, his every move revealed his dignity and elegance, his thin lips were pursed, and there seemed to be light in his eyes, which made people dare not look directly at him .

He stood up, walked to the door and opened it.

Uncle Lin was taken aback by his sudden appearance. The corners of his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and his indifferent and cold eyes were full of chills, which made people feel chills from the soul.

Uncle Lin had rarely seen Lu Yisheng like this. His whole body seemed to be mixed with the cold wind blowing from centuries. It was bitingly cold, and even his eyes showed an illusion that made people tremble in the heart.

It was as if the eyes had materialized into piercing ice picks, sliding across the human skin one by one.

"Master, you."

Lu Yicheng hummed, took the dinner plate in Uncle Lin's hand, his eyes drooped slightly and fell on the dark concoction, and frowned inadvertently, as if there was a flash of distress in his eyes.

"Well, you should rest early, Uncle Lin." Although Lu Yisheng looked cold, he still cared about Uncle Lin.

Uncle Lin smiled, breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, and asked, "Master, you haven't eaten all day, do you want something to eat?"

Indeed, ever since Anhao fell asleep, Lu Yisheng had been working all the time and didn't speak, that is, he chatted for a while when Li Xiaoxiao came.

Lu Yicheng shook his head, "No need." After a pause, "Let's make some porridge, I might want to eat when Anhao wakes up."

Uncle Lin looked around Lu Yicheng and landed on the bed behind him, his eyes couldn't help dimming a little, and he sighed, "I've made Wu Ma suffer, and I can eat when Madam wakes up."

"Ma'am, it seems that there are many disasters and disasters. I will go to worship tomorrow." People of the older generation believe in Buddhism, no matter whether it is useful or not, but paying respects can always bring some peace of mind.

So Lu Yisheng didn't stop anything, and Uncle Lin was kind after all, so how could Lu Yicheng stop him.

Knowing that Lu Yisheng wanted to accompany Qiao An well, so Uncle Lin went downstairs after delivering a few instructions.

He returned to the bed with the steaming soup, and the strong smell of the medicine filled the whole room in an instant, pungent and unpleasant.