Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 210 Love After Realization (8)

Without giving her a chance to refute, Tang Ruochen got up directly and said, "It's not too late now, let's go."

So Lan Weiwei became the driver once, Tang Ruochen sat in the co-pilot, the two of them were relatively silent all the way until the car stopped, Lan Weiwei was just about to get out of the car, seeing that Tang Ruochen was still in the car, "What's wrong?"

"A little dizzy." Tang Ruochen didn't forget to rub his temples after speaking.

Although Lan Weiwei was a little reluctant, she sent him home anyway, so why not give him another hand?
"Then I'll help you?" Lan Weiwei asked tentatively.

"Okay." Tang Ruochen didn't expect to agree faster this time.

In desperation, Lan Weiwei walked to him, helped him into the living room, waited for Tang Ruochen to sit on the sofa, Lan Weiwei poured him another glass of water and put it on the tea table, stood beside him and said: " Teacher, remember to drink your medicine later, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Cook for me."

Lan Weiwei had just taken two steps, when she heard a familiar voice from behind, she thought she had heard it wrong, yes, he asked her to cook for him, just like she used to be his nanny, in fact, Lan Weiwei could do it She walked away, but she always felt that she owed him some favors due to the early cancellation of the contract. Today he spoke again, and the distance between the two of them was brought back to the original point invisibly.

Although his heart was bitter, he had a high fever after all, and it was not good to leave him alone, so Lan Weiwei turned around, walked up to him and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want to drink porridge." This was the first time she learned how to cook for herself. At that time, she cooked it with great care, but at that time he didn't give her a good face, and even hurt her with cold words.

Lan Weiwei couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he didn't like to drink the porridge made by himself the least in his memory, for the sake of his illness, Lan Weiwei nodded: "Okay, I'll make it now."

Looking at her figure cooking in the kitchen, Tang Ruochen seemed to have returned to the feeling before, she was still there, he was also there, she loved him, and now...he loves her too.

Lan Weiwei made a few light dishes, put the porridge on the dining table, walked up to him and said, "The meal is ready, eat it while it's hot, I'm leaving first."

"Stop!" Suddenly, Tang Ruochen stopped her from behind.

Lan Weiwei turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"Eat with me."

"But, it's really late, I should go back." Lan Weiwei didn't want to stay.

"Then stay for one night." Tang Ruochen said.

Lan Weiwei lived with him before, and the things that should have happened have happened, there is really nothing to hide between the two of them, her intuition told her that if she didn't finish eating today, Tang Ruochen would definitely make him hungry when she returned to school another day Go, "Then I'll leave after eating."

"I need your care tonight." Tang Ruochen said quietly while sitting on the sofa.

Lan Weiwei thought about it for a while, he had a high fever, it was a bit too much to leave him alone, after all, when she needed to take care of him, she didn't have him by her side, and she still remembered how he took care of herself when she brought her back from Xia's house After several days, my heart suddenly softened, and the past scenes emerged. Lan Weiwei's eyes became a little more sad, and her tone was also a little gentle: "Okay, I will stay and take care of you."

Touching her gentle eyes, Tang Ruochen was in a good mood immediately, walked to her side, and took her hand: "Come with me."

This time, instead of sitting on the seat and watching her serve the meal like before, he pulled the chair down for her in a gentlemanly manner, "Sit."

There was only a bowl of porridge on the table, and Lan Weiwei didn't think that he would let her stay to eat, so she stood up before touching the chair: "I'll serve the meal."

(End of this chapter)