Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

In the morning, the sun is just right.

Ji Shaoming was lying on the hospital bed with a broken arm. After the treatment last night, a thick cast had already been put on it. He stared in the direction of the gate in a daze, waiting for the figure he wanted to see to appear.

The door in sight suddenly opened, Feng's father pushed the door and entered, Ji Shaoming's originally bright face changed color instantly, he glanced at Feng's father angrily, and said sarcastically: "What are you doing here?"

Father Feng was wearing a white coat, holding a medical record in his hand, and said coldly: "Ward round." After finishing speaking, he ignored Ji Shaoming and lowered his head to check the equipment on him.

Ji Shaoming was so annoyed by his father's attitude that he felt it must be this man who wouldn't let Li Qingyan come to see him.

"I haven't thanked you for saving Qingyan yet." Feng Heng said standing in front of the hospital bed after finishing everything.

"Who needs you to thank you." Ji Shaoming simply closed his eyes, not looking at Feng Heng, and opened them again angrily after a while and said to Feng Heng: "Where were you when the accident happened yesterday? Didn't you come to the hospital?" Find you? Don’t think that I will thank you if you help me with the operation! This is what you do as Qingyan’s boyfriend? Nothing can be relied on! If you don’t want to cherish it, some people want to cherish it.”

He didn't know why he would talk so much in front of Feng Heng, he just felt aggrieved: "Qingyan works very hard, and you were not there when I needed you! You have no qualifications to be her man at all."

"You have no chance." Feng Heng's face remained unchanged, and the fight ended with a single sentence. Ji Shaoming was so angry that if his arm hadn't been injured, he would have jumped up and hit him long ago.

"Don't be complacent!" Ji Shaoming could only follow up.

While talking, the door opened, and Li Qingyan walked in from outside, holding a thermos in her hand.

"What are you talking about? You're so happy." Li Qingyan joked as soon as she entered the door.

Two people... happy?
Li Qingyan just said casually, she put the thermos on the table: "Shao Ming, are you feeling alright?"

Ji Shaoming's face turned cloudy the moment Li Qingyan entered the door, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Seeing that Ji Shaomingjiu looked like a peacock with its tail open, Feng Heng took a step forward and stood in front of the window: "There can be no problem with my surgery."

Li Qingyan felt the unusual atmosphere between the two of them, laughed awkwardly, and picked up the thermos: "I made pork rib soup for you, eat whatever you want, you will definitely get better soon." Li Qingyan said and took it Take out a bowl, fill a bowl and pass it over.

Ji Shaoming moved his good arm, stopped before it was connected, and said embarrassingly: "Thank you Qingyan, I'm really hungry." After speaking, he seemed to move with difficulty.

Seeing this, Li Qingyan quickly said: "Why don't I feed you!" She almost forgot that Ji Shaoming's arm was injured, so it must be inconvenient to eat.

When Feng's father heard it, his face turned ugly, and he said, "I'll do it." After speaking, he took the bowl from Li Qingyan's hand without any explanation.

Ji Shaoming... Thinking of Feng's father's dead face feeding him oh my god, just thinking about it makes him feel extremely disgusted.

"No, no, I can do it by myself." Ji Shaoming quickly refused, and stared at Feng Heng while talking.

There was a smile in Feng Heng's eyes. Hearing Ji Shaoming's words, he pulled over the small table on his hospital bed and put the soup on it. He didn't forget to adjust the distance between the spoons. The intact right hand side.

"Thank you." Ji Shaoming's voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth.

"You're welcome." Feng Heng raised his eyebrows and replied, a warning flashed in his eyes.

Li Qingyan...why are the two so childish when they meet together!

Feng Heng was still a little uncomfortable about Li Qingyan making soup for Ji Shaoming himself, but Ji Shaoming still ate it deliciously, and when he took a bite and looked at Feng Heng, the show off in his eyes was obvious.

Xu Shi sensed Feng Heng's unhappiness, and Li Qingyan said: "Feng Heng, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I made you your favorite dishes and asked the driver to leave them in your office."

As soon as Feng Heng heard Li Qingyan's words, the cloudy weather turned clear, a very shallow smile appeared on his face, he nodded, and looked at Ji Shaoming provocatively.

The latter suddenly felt that the soup made by Qingyan in his hand was no longer fragrant, and he said pitifully: "Qingyan, I should have some food, right?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you needed to eat something light after the operation! The dishes prepared are a bit heavy. Let's go tomorrow. What do you like to eat?" Li Qingyan said embarrassedly, and then she gave Feng Heng a sneaky look. When Feng Heng called, he asked Ji Shaoming what he could eat, and he said that it was best not to eat anything after the operation, and this soup was brought here because Li Qingyan thought it would be good to eat.

In Feng Heng's heart, he was already thinking about which nurse would be free, and he would send her to take care of this unsightly person, and he still wanted to order food. Dreaming.

Ji Shaoming said happily: "I like it"

"From a doctor's point of view, I suggest you eat a hospital-specific nutritious meal, which will help the wound heal." Feng Heng left behind this sentence, half-dragging Li Qingyan away.

Ji Shaoming was left drinking the still delicious soup angrily
Li Qingyan was pulled by Feng Heng, and she took a peek at Feng Heng with a serious face, and somehow felt that he was very cute in this appearance.

"Are you jealous?" Li Qingyan said with a smile, her pretty eyes were full of ridicule.

Feng Heng didn't speak, but expressed his thoughts with actions, and stretched out his hand to rub her tied ponytail vigorously.

"Well," Li Qingyan explained: "He did it to save me from my injury, so it's right to take care of me more!"

"Well, I'll send someone to take good care of it." Feng Heng said without changing his face, his heart had locked on the nurse who was usually the most fond of nympho.

Li Qingyan shook her head helplessly, the elevator had already reached the top floor, Feng Heng's office.

Sure enough, there was a huge thermos box on the table in the middle. Li Qingyan stepped forward to open it, and it was full of four dishes and one soup.

"You have worked hard recently, so you need to make up for it." Li Qingyan said while holding the vegetables outside.

"Having difficulties at work?" Feng Heng asked suddenly.

"It's not difficult, but it's more cumbersome." Li Qingyan said with a smile, and seemed to think of something after speaking: "I seem to have forgotten to tell you that our studio will be responsible for all the cakes at Mrs. Ji's birthday banquet."

Father Feng nodded. Although it was Ji Shaoming's family work that made him feel uncomfortable, he had to admit that if this matter was done well, it would be of great help to the exaggeration of Li Qingyan's studio.

"Will you participate?"

Feng Heng, who never liked these banquets, had no intention of participating at all, but he changed his mind when he heard that Qingyan would go, and he replied: "Yes."