Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

Ji Wenqing looked at the water glass carefully, his eyes lit up suddenly, he took the water glass, Qiu An guessed when he would come back, put down the water glass and left, the water at just the right temperature was flowing in his stomach, Ji Wenqing couldn't help but smile, even at first Luo Qiu'an didn't want to save him, and his gratitude to Qiu'an only increased.

If it wasn't for her, those indifferent passers-by would not be able to save him.

What's more, there are not many girls who are so straightforward and almost cute.

Ji Wenqing clutched the water glass, a warm current flowed through his heart.

Ji Wenqing and Luo Qiuan's grandmother's ward were just one floor apart, and it didn't take long for Luo Qiuan to arrive at the door of Li Lianxiang's ward.

She gently pushed open the door of the ward, "Grandma, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Li Lianxiang smiled kindly, "An An, don't come back so late next time, our An An is so beautiful, grandma is worried."

Luo Qiu'an walked over and put his arms around the old man's arm. Ji Chenhao often came to accompany Li Lianxiang, along with some delicious and moderate nutrition, the old man's arm was already a little fleshy.

Thinking of that man Ji Chenhao, Luo Qiu'an's thoughts were a little complicated.

Li Lianxiang brushed Luo Qiuan's head, "An'an, go to sleep."

Luo Qiuan obediently nodded in response, and lay down on the old man's hospital bed. The original hospital bed of about 1.5 meters in the VIP ward had been replaced by a large bed of more than two meters by Ji Chenhao.

Luo Qiuan lay in her grandmother's arms, only then did she realize that Ji Chenhao's shadow was everywhere in her world.

In her grandmother's arms, Luo Qiuan had no dreams all night. On a rare weekend, Luo Qiuan deliberately boiled a pot of chicken soup in her small apartment.

When it was out of the pot, Luo Qiuan's subordinates paused and divided it into two portions, filling two large bowls.

The two wards were not far apart, and after Luo Qiuan put down the chicken soup for grandma, he carried the thermos up to the first floor.

When she came to Ji Wenqing's door, several bodyguards were already standing at the door, but there was no Ji Wenqing's family in the ward.

Ji Wenqing didn't expect to see Luo Qiu'an again, a huge light burst out from his pale face, "Qiu'an."

He thought that Qiu An would never appear again.

"This is chicken soup for my grandmother, and I brought you some by the way."

Ji Wenqing was not surprised by Luo Qiuan's straightforwardness, "There is also chicken soup, can I have a taste?"

A little joy appeared on his pale and weak face, Luo Qiuan was taken aback, "You haven't had chicken soup, have you?"

Ji Wenqing shook his head. His diet was basically medicated diet and nutritional supplements. He was tired of eating it long ago, but Wang Minzhen was always worried and strictly controlled his diet.

Luo Qiuan thought for a moment, asked the doctor first, and then put the chicken soup in front of Ji Wenqing. She lifted the lid, and the smell of chicken soup permeated the whole ward. Ji Wenqing was a little surprised that Luo Qiuan could cook. , there are not many girls who can cook in this era.

What's more, the chicken soup in front of me looks exciting.

Even though he liked this chicken soup very much, Ji Wenqing still ate slowly, and it was not difficult to see the aristocratic etiquette in his bones.

Thinking that his family background is not bad, Luo Qiu'an cleared up the mess in the ward and let the smell dissipate so that his mother wouldn't worry again.

For some reason, Ji Wenqing's mother always gave her a feeling that something was wrong. Her concern for her son seemed more like a desire to control her own possessions. Luo Qiuan frowned slightly, and drove this strange thought out of her mind. .

Ji Wenqing sighed, "Qiu An's craftsmanship is really good, but I don't know who has this blessing to enjoy it every day, Qiu An, what do you think?"

"Ah?" Few people would bluntly praise Luo Qiuan's cooking skills. She opened her lips in a graceful manner, revealing a pair of shallow pear dimples.

However, Ji Wenqing's eyes were stuck on this bright and generous smile. In his gloomy life, after going through the procedures step by step, a gleam of light suddenly appeared, a bug that he vaguely longed for and feared.

Ji Wenqing unconsciously pinched the quilt under his body, "I think my luck has never been bad."

Otherwise, how could I meet Qiu An?

He meant something, and Luo Qiuan thought he was referring to the chicken soup, but Xu was amused by Ji Wenqing's self-righteous humor, so she agreed easily, "Then next time I cook for grandma, I will give it to you by the way." You bring some."

"Your grandma? Is she also in the hospital?"

Ji Wenqing couldn't wait to learn everything about Luo Qiuan.

"Well, she's not in good health." Luo Qiuan didn't say much, "I still have to take care of grandma, so I'm leaving first."

The back of the woman walked out of the ward, Ji Wenqing's eyes still fell on the direction she left, and there was a faint longing in the eyes.

In the circle he has been in contact with since he was a child, everyone around him is flattering and flattering to him. Others are also afraid that his emotional agitation will lead to a serious illness, and their attitude towards him is even more cautious like a glass doll. In Qiu An's eyes, he I didn't see that cautiousness.

On the contrary, in Qiu An, he felt the willfulness and generosity he had never had before.

Ji Wenqing carefully held the cup beside the hospital bed, turning it over and over fondly.

Since that day, Luo Qiuan would go up to the first floor from time to time, bringing some nutritious soup to Ji Wenqing, and the two got to know each other a lot.

Ji Wenqing was quiet and gentle, just looking at those calm eyes like a spring breeze blowing on his face, it made people feel that there was no trouble at all.

Ji Wenqing always showed a different temperament in front of Luo Qiuan, and Luo Qiuan felt that he was very much like the younger brother he had always wanted to have when he was a child, cute and sensible.

After getting acquainted, Ji Wenqing knew Luo Qiuan better, and even took advantage of Wang Minzhen's absence from time to time to go downstairs to accompany Luo Qiuan's grandmother. How could the old man not like these young and energetic boys.

Luo Qiu'an hadn't opened the door of the old man's ward when the gentle voice of his grandmother could be heard inside, and his grandmother had never been so gentle to her before.

Li Lianxiang noticed the movement at the door of the ward, "Is it An An?"

Luo Qiuan had no choice but to walk in, "Grandma, what are you and Wenqing talking about?"

Li Lianxiang kept looking at Luo Qiuan with weird eyes, Luo Qiuan's expression froze for a moment, why did grandma always look like she did something wrong recently.

The old man didn't answer, so Ji Wenqing took the initiative to say, "Just to talk about something about my childhood."

A hint of envy floated in Ji Wenqing's dark pupils. It's great for Qiu'an to have such a grandmother, loving and considerate, without the feeling of oppression and confinement that his mother gave him. If only... if only this was his grandmother too. , Ji Wenqing's curled eyelashes drooped, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.