It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

Li Zeyao glanced at Wen Nuan and the others' expressions, and began to reflect: "Okay, it's my fault for speaking a bit harshly, and I apologize to you."

Who is Li Zeyao, a professor, an incomparably noble person, who can apologize to her in front of such a person, Su Wan is not a person who makes trouble for no reason, and knows how to stop.

"For the sake of your good attitude, I won't bother with you."

Li Zeyao stared at the expression on Su Wan's face.

It can be seen that she is really not wronged.

But at the beginning, he was obviously the one who was angry, so why did he turn into coaxing her later?

Thinking of the apology just now, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, and it seemed that it was not as difficult to say the apology to her as it was when he was with other people.

……

bedroom.

When Li Zeyao returned to the bedroom from the study, Su Wan was in the bathroom.

Because of the injury, she couldn't take a bath, she could only wipe her body.

When she finished, Li Zeyao had been waiting for a long time.

"Have you taken a shower?"

Seeing that her hair was still wet, he frowned, walked up to her, and pulled her to the bedside to sit down.

Su Wan shook her head: "There is an injury on my body, I can't wash it, I just wiped it off."

Li Zeyao nodded, bent down and picked up the hair dryer from the bedside table.

Su Wan is not used to Li Zeyao blowing her hair: "Let me do it."

She stretched out her hand, ready to take the hair dryer in his hand.

The man shrank his hand back: "You are hurt."

Su Wan: "..."

But it wasn't her hand that hurt.

In the end, Su Wan still couldn't hold back Li Zeyao, so she obediently sat by the bed and asked Li Zeyao to blow-dry her hair.

Li Zeyao's movements are much more proficient than when he helped her blow for the first time.

The warm hot wind was blowing, coupled with Li Zeyao's hands flicking her hair from time to time, Su Wan gradually became sleepy.

When Li Zeyao helped her finish blowing her hair, she felt that she could hardly keep her eyes open.

"Sleepy?"

The man's deep and mellow voice sounded in the bedroom, making it difficult for Su Wan to gather her thoughts.

"Well, kind of."

Su Wan returned in a daze.

Li Zeyao shook his head silently and did not speak.

Got up and went to the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, Su Wan had changed from sitting on the bed to lying on the bed.

Li Zeyao walked over: "Su Wan, get up."

He stretched out his hand and pulled Su Wan out of the quilt.

Su Wan was so tired that she didn't even open her eyes: "Li Zeyao, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

"You haven't taken the medicine yet, go to bed after taking the medicine."

"Take medicine?"

Su Wan reacted for a second and opened her eyes.

"What medicine do you take?"

Li Zeyao frowned slightly, and said patiently, "Where is your medicine? I'll get it for you. You can sleep after taking it."

Su Wan thought for a while, then pointed in the direction of the dressing table: "It seems that I put it there, you can go find it."

The man let go of her hand: "Then sit down and don't lie down anymore. I'll find medicine for you."

Su Wan nodded.

Supporting his body, he did not fall back on the bed.

Over there, Li Zeyao searched drawer by drawer according to the location Su Wan pointed out.

But he never saw the medicine Su Wan mentioned.

On the contrary, in the bottom cabinet of the dressing table, I found a small bottle, which was a medicine bottle, not the medicine prescribed by the family doctor before.

Out of curiosity, Li Zeyao opened the medicine bottle.

The granular medicine lay quietly in the bottle, and Li Zeyao narrowed his deep eyes.

In this bedroom, there are only him and Su Wan, it is self-evident that it is not his, but whose.