A Guide to Spoiling Your Wife After Marriage

Those who know the way well, even the guards let Ning Ning go directly: "Miss Ning, I'm looking for Young Master Zhang again!"

The doorman greeted warmly.

But Ning Ning didn't care so much, she nodded indiscriminately, and rushed towards Zhang Ziming's door, which was closed tightly.

She reached out and pushed the door open, and it was dark inside.

All the curtains were closed tightly, and the whole room exuded a kind of eerie atmosphere, a few degrees lower than the temperature outside.

"Ziming?" Ning Ning stepped up the stairs. In the study, she saw Zhang Ziming lying on the table, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Ning Ning pushed him: "I heard that you have a cold, you..."

Zhang Ziming slowly raised his face, his whole face was flushed red, his eyelids were listless, he glanced at her silently, and then lay down on the table again.

On the crimson face hidden on the table, a pair of eyes suddenly rippled, she really came.

"Ziming, why did you burn like this?" Ning Ning reached out to touch his face, and was startled by the heat on his face.

"You don't have to worry about me, we're fine now." Zhang Ziming said in a low voice, his voice was extremely hoarse.

It seems that it has been burned for a long time, that kind of weakness.

That's right, Zhang Ziming soaked in cold water for three hours last night in order to create a real feeling.

The air conditioner was turned on for a long time when I slept at night.

When he woke up in the morning, he was already top-heavy and unconscious.

But he refused to take the medicine, and only thought about one thing in his mind, would she come?
At last she came.

All the painstaking efforts were not in vain.

Zhang Ziming was very pleased.

Ning Ning stretched out her slender arms through his armpits, trying to help him up: "I'll take you to the hospital!"

I couldn't help complaining a few more words: "It's all like this, why don't you go to the hospital, you want to burn yourself to death."

Pressing his hot hand on her wrist, he said in a low voice, "I won't go to the hospital."

"No, we must go!"

Ning Ning said angrily.

The two left the study.

But Zhang Ziming shook his head: "Just take some cold medicine, I have a meeting later."

Ning Ning almost cursed, but Zhang Ziming was clearly ill, but he refused to go any further.

Ning Ning had no choice but to say, "Then take some cold medicine first!"

Only then did Zhang Ziming nod, and turned his head to look at Ning Ning's worried eyes, something in his heart had already turned into spring water.

Ning Ning put him on the sofa, found cold medicine, and fed him.

Zhang Ziming kept staring at her, his eyes seemed to see through her.

Ning Ning was holding a bowl and feeding him. Under his gaze, she couldn't help but blushed and stood up abruptly: "I'll go and make you something to eat."

Then she ran out.

In the corridor, she clutched her chest and shook her head secretly, she was really worthless.

In the kitchen, there is a busy figure of a woman.

Zhang Ziming secretly stood in the corridor and looked down, only to see Ning Ning thinking intently: "I don't care about my body, I deserve to die of illness."

"I want my old lady to come and serve you! It's too cheap for him."

Hearing these words, Zhang Ziming's mouth curled into a charming smile.

At this moment, an unbearable cough overflowed from his mouth.

The two froze at the same time, Ning Ning turned her head and looked at the corridor on the second floor through the door.

All he saw was Zhang Ziming standing there looking at him.

Thinking of how much he had said just now, he didn't know which ones he listened to.

Ning Ning became a little annoyed.

She carried the porridge in her hand and went upstairs with a patter.

After putting down the porridge, he walked out, thrust his waist, and stared at Zhang Ziming: "If you want to die of illness, no one can save you."

Without taking a break, he actually ran out to have a shower!

Seeing her fierce look, Zhang Ziming suddenly opened his thin lips lightly: "I don't want to die, I can't bear you."

The provocative love words came as soon as they came, and Ning Ning was already somewhat immune, but still gave him an angry look, and then walked in on her own: "Come in for dinner!"

Zhang Ziming stood there silently, paused for a few seconds, and then walked in slowly.

"You care about me so much, why did you break up with me?" He stood by the door, looking at Ning Ning solemnly.

Ning Ning didn't dare to look into his serious eyes, she turned her head away, twisting the porridge with her hands.

This sentence actually made her speechless.

Thinking of how eloquent she is usually, the silence at this moment seems to have tacitly agreed to something.

Zhang Ziming felt relieved, and with a stride of Junyi, he walked out of his seriously ill body gracefully, and then sat beside her.

"Drink it, and sleep after drinking it. If you don't feel better, remember to go to the hospital." Ning Ning's voice became less confident.

After she finished speaking, she stood up abruptly and was about to leave.

Zhang Ziming coughed heavily, which made Ning Ning stop.

"Cough cough." He coughed again.

Every time, it was like a heavy drumbeat, beating on Ning Ning's heart.

She was really worried, and just left him at home without the servants at home, what if he fell asleep and his condition worsened.

"Ahem, close the door for me." Zhang Ziming said weakly, for a moment, it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to hold the bowl.

Ning Ning's white neck twitched slightly, she had struggled for a long time, she was weighing something.

Zhang Ziming didn't make a sound, leaned on the sofa silently, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a while, the sound of footsteps approached slowly.

A burst of fragrance of magnolia flowers rushed over and enveloped him, she whispered in his ear: "Here, open your mouth."

Forget it, looking at him like that, he can't take care of himself well.

Let her come.

Zhang Ziming opened his blurred eyes, settled on her body, and opened his mouth obediently.

Ning Ning silently fed him and helped him back to the bedroom to lie down.

He stayed on the sofa beside him.Looking down at the phone.

It was Tang Jingsheng who sent the message: "How is it? Is Young Master Zhang's illness serious?"

Ning Ning had no choice but to send out a few words: "There is no way, he is already terminally ill and can't take care of himself. I kindly stay and take care of him. My care fee is very expensive."

After Ning Ning finished posting, she looked at the sleeping person on the bed through the dark space.

The person on the bed was peaceful and snoring softly.

Xu was really tired, and Zhang Ziming really fell asleep.

Ning Ning looked at the dazzling eyebrows and was lost in silence.

It's getting darker.

The neon lights outside were all lit up.

Ning Ning walked to the bed from time to time to check the temperature on his forehead.

Well, the fever has subsided a little, which is a good sign.

I'll feed him some medicine later and have a supper, and he should be almost healed tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Ning Ning stepped back gently to get the medicine.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Ziming on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Hearing the sound of cooking downstairs, he felt relieved, then he kicked off the quilt covering his body, and silently walked to the window to blow the wind for a while.