Beautiful Wife Above: The CEO's Husband Is Not Aloof

"It's okay, the big deal is I'll go home and lie down. After returning home, Luo Luo, you will take care of me, so that I will recover faster. After all, happiness can also help recovery? Do you think it's a doctor?" Although he was asking Doctor, but still arrogantly shifted his gaze to Qin Yizhou.

The doctor also recognized the consciousness in his words, smiled awkwardly, brushed the bangs in front of his forehead with his hand, nodded and said, "Indeed, mood can also help your wound heal."

After the doctor finished speaking, he was thinking in his heart. In fact, the loss of wound rupture caused by the bumpy journey out of the hospital is far greater than the recovery of the wound when he is in a good mood.How good is the mood to recover the loss?

He shook his head helplessly, but he knew it was useless to tell him this now, after all, that young man had already made up his mind, even if he said something, he would definitely be able to refute it.

"Then it's such a happy decision." He said, with a slight smug expression on his face.

He was about to lift his legs up and get off the bed, but he didn't expect a sudden pain, which was far worse than just now.Pain can also upgrade itself?

"Are you alright?" She opened her eyes and asked him when she saw that he froze in place after moving a bit.

How can a man say he can't do it?
He hooked his lips into a strong smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised stiffly. He nodded repeatedly, "It's okay, of course I'm fine."

But he still didn't move, he finally said awkwardly, raised his hand, "That Lolo, help me."

She stood there in a daze for a moment before she understood what he meant, and hurried over to support him with difficulty, and the two doctors also came over to help him up.

Seeing him being supported by three people, like a person who can't take care of himself at all, Qin Yizhou couldn't help laughing, this appearance really made people laugh.

"Would you like to help you with the crutch, it might be easier to walk this way." A doctor suddenly suggested.

The audience fell silent in an instant. Gong Shenghao looked at his leg. It was just a flesh injury. Is it necessary to say it is so serious?
He directly pushed the doctor away, shook his head, and said firmly, "No, I can walk by myself."

Then he walked out of the ward by himself, even though he was already pretending to be fine, he could still see a little limp.

Bai Luo stayed in the ward and looked at Qin Yizhou worriedly, the two eyes met, and there was a warm sun in their hearts.

Knowing that Gong Shenghao found that Bai Luo didn't follow, and after calling her, she hurried out and followed.

Along the way, he pretended to be strong and sat in the car. It seemed that nothing happened, except that there were a few pieces of gauze on his body.As soon as he got home, the driver opened the door for him, helped him out of the car, helped him to the house, and finally helped him to the bed, and then he lay motionless on the bed.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" Bai Luo stood aside, looking down at him who was almost unable to take care of himself and asked.

He nodded, looking aggrieved, "Of course."

"Then what do you want me to do?" She asked blankly, like an emotionless productive force, she would do whatever he said, including service at home.

He thought for a while, then turned his head and searched around the room, actually looking for inspiration.

After finding an empty water glass on the table, he demanded, "Then go and pour me a glass of warm water first, I'm a bit thirsty."

"it is good."

She obediently picked up the cup on the table and poured water.

"Pfft..." After taking the first sip, Gong Shenghao spit out.

She didn't want him to drink water, but his life. There was nothing good about his injuries, and now she even wanted to poison his tongue.

"Is it too hot? I'm sorry, I'll change to a warm one." She said, picked up the cup again and went out.

The second time I didn't vomit, I just drank cold water, and it seemed that raw water didn't feel so good.

He took a sip in disgust and put the cup back on the table, "Forget about drinking water, go and peel me a banana."

So she took out a banana, and when she peeled the banana to the bottom, the banana suddenly broke, and the broken half just fell on the white bed sheet.

She put down the banana and looked at the sheets, frowned, with a look of self-reproach, and tried to wipe off the stain with a paper towel, but it was useless.

"I'm sorry, then I'll wash the cups first." She said, and immediately took away his quilt, leaving him in short-sleeved shorts and pajamas.

Take the quilt away, at least give him a new bed, after she left, she didn't care about him anymore.

After finally washing the thin quilt, she obediently ran over again, opened her eyes wide, curled her long eyelashes and asked, "Do you need me to do anything else?"

"Uh." He glanced at the room, this time he was not looking for something to do, but something she could do.

Ask her to clean up, lest she break the vase, ask her to wash the fruit, lest she make a mistake.After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of something.

He quickly slipped under the quilt like a loach, then picked up the remote control and closed the curtains, closed his eyes, and yawned, he said in a sleepy voice, "I'm suddenly sleepy, Why don't you tell me a bedtime story."

His mother was gone when he was a child, and no one ever put him to sleep, and no one would tell him those bedtime stories.So when he grew up a little bit and played with the children, he didn't know the stories they knew, and he began to envy him. If one day, someone could tell him bedtime stories, it would be great.

Fortunately, although I was late for this day, I was not absent.

"Okay." She also agreed very obediently.

She took out her mobile phone and looked through it, found a random story and began to read, "Dawn light quietly entered Xiaojing's room. Dangdang, there was a knock on the door, and Xiaojing glanced at it. Time, twelve midnight, who will come at this time? Her."

The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly turned over with difficulty and called her to stop, and asked very puzzled, "What kind of story are you talking about? How could there be such a bedtime story?"

She looked at him curiously, turned off the phone, and asked inexplicably, "This is a ghost story before going to bed. I liked listening to it when I was a child. Don't you like it?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at him suspiciously with a pair of big eyes, as if this should be liked by everyone.

"Uh, I like it, that's right. I'm suddenly sleepy and want to sleep. If you talk about it again, I won't be able to fall asleep. Why don't you go back to the guest room first?" He blinked, his heart beating faster.