Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

His voice was hoarse than in the afternoon, and he coughed as soon as the words landed.

Now Qiao Ruoqing was sure that Huo Jingyuan was really uncomfortable.

After struggling for a moment, Qiao Ruoqing bit her lip, raised the bag in her hand, and wanted to speak.

But before the words came out, Huo Jingyuan turned around and walked inside.

Just when Qiao Ruoqing was in a daze, she heard Huo Jingyuan's hoarse voice: "Come in."

Qiao Ruoqing didn't really want to go in at first, she felt that if Wu Shan was there, the scene would definitely be embarrassing.

But seeing Huo Jingyuan's arched back, she felt a little pitiful for him.

What a tough person he is usually, he can calmly face the pressure of the whole group, but he was bent over by a cold.

Moreover, Tang Lan and Huo Jiang have always taken good care of her. Tang Lan even knit a scarf for her. Now that her son is about to lose his footing, she just left, as if she couldn't justify it.

After thinking about it for a while, Qiao Ruoqing finally went in, and found a pair of slippers for herself at the entrance to change into.

It was the same pair of slippers she wore last time, and there was no feeling of stepping on them, and they were still so soft.

Qiao Ruoqing carried the bag into the living room, and saw Huo Jingyuan sitting limply on the sofa with a blank expression on his face, as if he was completely empty.

Sitting down on the single sofa next to him, Qiao Ruoqing asked with concern: "Brother Huo, what are you doing?"

Huo Jingyuan turned his neck stiffly and looked at her, his eyes were a little empty, "Waiting for the takeaway."

"..." Qiao Ruoqing was shocked.

Never thought that Huo Jingyuan would actually eat takeaway.

Can't he cook by himself?And people who live such a delicate life actually eat takeaway?
But I don't want to move when I'm sick, which seems to be understandable.

Pressing the shock deeply into her heart, Qiao Ruoqing opened the bag Tang Lan left with her, and took out the insulated lunch box, "You should stop eating takeaways if you're sick, Aunt Tang cooked it for you." Congee, originally she was going to deliver it to you in person, but it was delayed by something, so you should eat this."

Huo Jingyuan didn't respond to the porridge his mother cooked for him, but raised his chin slightly towards the paper bag next to him, "What is that?"

"This?" Qiao Ruoqing opened the paper bag and took out the scarf, "This is the scarf knitted by Aunt Tang."

Huo Jingyuan took the scarf from Qiao Ruoqing's hand, never feeling that something was wrong.

Although it looks soft and comfortable, but...

"Isn't this for you?"

"Mine is in the car, this one is yours." Qiao Ruoqing replied seriously.

There was confusion in Huo Jingyuan's eyes, but he understood after two seconds.

When he went home last time, he saw Tang Lan knitting a scarf again, thinking that the knitting was broken and he needed to knit it again.

With a faint "oh", he put the scarf aside and didn't speak again.

Qiao Ruoqing put her hands on her thighs and looked around, but didn't speak.

The atmosphere was indeed a bit awkward.

Later, Qiao Ruoqing couldn't hold it any longer, and coughed dryly, "Brother Huo, you should drink the porridge first."

"En." Huo Jingyuan nodded, and responded without moving.

Qiao Ruoqing didn't quite understand what this operation was.

Blinking her eyes, she asked, "Brother Huo, don't you want to drink?"

"Drink." Huo Jingyuan answered crisply, but still didn't move.

He just sat limply, looking towards Qiao Ruoqing.

Qiao Ruoqing felt uncomfortable being watched, and swallowed, "Brother Huo, do you have no strength?"

Huo Jingyuan stared at her for two seconds without any reaction, and when Qiao Ruoqing thought he would not answer, he said "hmm".

Qiao Ruoqing understood, so she turned around and went to the kitchen, found a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, took them out to serve Huo Jingyuan a bowl of porridge, and handed it to him, "You can drink it now."

Huo Jingyuan looked down at the porridge in front of him.

The porridge is very thick, with minced meat and ginger in it.

In fact, he seldom gets sick, but whenever he does, Tang Lan will cook porridge for him like this, from childhood to adulthood.

Smelling the faint smell of ginger in the air, Qiao Ruoqing licked her lips, "It smells so good..."

Her voice was not loud, but very sincere, and it was an admiration from the depths of her soul.

Huo Jingyuan lazily raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Want to eat?"

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Qiao Ruoqing immediately sat up straight and waved her hands, "No need, Aunt Tang made this for you..."

"It's okay, I can't finish it." Huo Jingyuan pushed the bowl in front of Qiao Ruoqing while talking.

Qiao Ruoqing was actually a little hungry.

But it doesn't seem very good to just eat other people's food like this.

If it was normal, it would be fine, but Huo Jingyuan is still sick now, if she ate the porridge that Tang Lan made for Huo Jingyuan at this time, it would be unreasonable.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoqing stiffened her neck, and pushed the bowl back in front of Huo Jingyuan, "Brother Huo, you should eat, I'm not hungry."

Before Huo Jingyuan could respond, she looked around again, "Have you taken your medicine?"

Huo Jingyuan took the bowl and was about to drink the porridge. Hearing what she said, he put the spoon he had just scooped up the porridge back into the bowl, and returned to the way he looked at Qiao Ruoqing just now, but he still didn't speak.

His lips were pale and looked extremely weak.

Qiao Ruoqing understood, it meant that she didn't take the medicine.

After thinking about it for a while, she asked a little uncertainly, "Did you not buy it?"

Huo Jingyuan didn't answer, but lowered his eyelids.

He has never spoken much, and today he still speaks very little.

Qiao Ruoqing looked around, there was no sign of anyone else present, and if Wu Shan was really there, then she had been here for so long, Wu Shan should come out too.

Pursing her lips, she stood up, "Then you eat first, I'll go buy medicine for you, and I'll be back in a while."

As soon as she reached the door, she turned her head back as if she remembered something, and looked at the listless man sitting on the sofa, "You are sick, what symptoms do you have?"

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This is Qiao Ruoqing's second visit to the community where Huo Jingyuan lived, but the surrounding facilities are very complete, and all kinds of living needs can be easily met, so she didn't have much trouble finding it.

There were two pharmacies outside the community. Qiao Ruoqing told the clerk about Huo Jingyuan's situation, and bought two boxes of cold medicine on the clerk's recommendation.

When he went back, Huo Jingyuan had just finished a bowl of porridge. The bowl was placed on the coffee table, and the side of the bowl was stained with sticky and crystal clear rice soup.

Qiao Ruoqing poured a glass of water, and put the medicine in front of Huo Jingyuan, "You can take two pills for this one, and one pill for this one, three times a day, wait for the water to warm up before taking it."

Huo Jingyuan sat limply on the sofa, didn't even bother to move, and waited until she finished explaining the usage and dosage of the medicine before asking: "Aren't you going to sit?"

Qiao Ruoqing has been standing since she came back from buying the medicine, and has no intention of sitting down.

Looking at the time, she gave a dry laugh, "I won't sit down, Wu Shan will come back later and see if it's not good, so I'll leave right away."

As he spoke, he really turned around and was about to leave.

Huo Jingyuan raised his hand suddenly, and grabbed Qiao Ruoqing's slender and fair wrist.

Her skin is very tender, delicate and delicate, and it is very comfortable to pinch.

He was just a little unwell, a little dizzy, and had little energy, but nothing serious.

It's just that Qiao Ruoqing came over, so he didn't bother to move.

She thought that Qiao Ruoqing would be able to stay for a while, but she didn't expect that she would leave in such a hurry.

Qiao Ruoqing was pulled suddenly, her eyebrows frowned, and when she turned her head, she happened to meet Huo Jingyuan's gaze. For some reason, she actually felt a little guilty.

Turning her eyes away, she stammered and asked, "Brother Huo, you..."

"Why do you keep mentioning Wu Shan?" Huo Jingyuan finally said, sounding very upset.

He heard Qiao Ruoqing mention Wu Shan several times, but every time Qiao Ruoqing prevaricated, he didn't ask.

But what did she mean by what she just said?What is "Wu Shan is back"?
After hearing Huo Jingyuan's words, Qiao Ruoqing realized that she seemed a little anxious just now and said something she shouldn't have said.

She moved her wrist, and originally wanted to pull her hand out of Huo Jingyuan's, but found that Huo Jingyuan's strength was much stronger than she imagined, she couldn't pull it out at all, and her wrist was so painful.

Therefore, she had no choice but to stop her activities and whispered: "Brother Huo, I didn't mean that, I..."

"I live alone, Wu Shan won't come here if nothing happens." Huo Jingyuan said.

He didn't know why Qiao Ruoqing had such thoughts, but since she misunderstood, he still needs to explain.

Qiao Ruoqing was stunned.

Is Huo Jingyuan explaining to her?
However, there is no need to explain the matter between him and Wu Shan to her.

"I see." Qiao Ruoqing shook her wrist again, "Brother Huo, can you let me go first?"

Huo Jingyuan looked at her wrist.

The girl's bones are small, her wrist is very thin, and his palm can easily wrap it completely without any effort.

"Are you going?" Huo Jingyuan didn't let go, but just looked up at her.

It looks a little pitiful, like a little golden retriever who is sick and needs to be taken care of urgently.

Qiao Ruoqing clenched the handle of her bag, "Brother Huo, I..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt her wrist was squeezed a little tighter.

The man's strength was great, as if he wanted to crush her bones, with a hint of threat.

How does this look like a sick person?

Qiao Ruoqing sighed, "I won't leave now, let me go first."

"Oh." Huo Jingyuan responded obediently, let go of his hands, leaned back on the back of the sofa, raised his hand weakly, and pointed feebly at the single sofa next to him, "Sit down."

It has become a little golden retriever who needs to be taken care of again, it is really free to switch!

For a moment, Qiao Ruoqing wondered if Huo Jingyuan was really sick.

The man's hair is soft and docile, covering some of his forehead, making him look like he has no decision to kill during the day, which makes people feel a bit obedient for no reason.

Qiao Ruoqing couldn't help but bend her lips, "Brother Huo, you look good like this."

Huo Jingyuan, who was taking medicine, paused, and raised his eyes to look at her.

The dark eyes did not have the cold and stern aura in the shopping mall, and there was a little confusion, which formed a strong contrast with usual.

At this moment, Qiao Ruoqing deeply understood what contrast is cute.

Waving her hand, she covered her smile and said with a smile, "It's okay, you take your medicine first."