A Different Husband Every Day

After Xia Ran took a bath, although her brain was clear, her body was even weaker. She walked out of the bathroom slowly, and Meng Meng, who had been waiting outside, stepped forward to help her. Xia Ran didn't want to lie on the bed, so she sat on the sofa. Just as she sat down, she smelled a light and familiar lemon fragrance. Her body froze, and she reached out to caress the back of the sofa.

Ma'am, you must be hungry. I made porridge. You can try it. Aunt Li brought up the porridge at this time.

The color of the porridge is good, but it's a pity that the shiitake mushrooms and carrots and other accessories inside are all messy. Xia Ran picked up the blue and white porcelain spoon, took a spoonful, and stirred it gently for a while before lowering her eyelids and saying

Aunt Li, you probably didn't cook much at home in the past, did you?

Ah? Xia Ran suddenly said this, Aunt Li almost didn't recover, it was Meng Meng who was standing next to her nudged her lightly with her elbow and asked her to look at the porridge in the bowl, Aunt Li suddenly woke up

What my wife said is that my family is a cook, and he dislikes my poor cooking, so he makes all three meals at home.

What Aunt Li said was half true and half false. Her husband is indeed a cook, but because he cooks outside every day, he is willing to do everything when he gets home, but he doesn't want to cook.

Xia Ran still lowered her head, didn't say anything, and was still stirring the porridge that was not hot with a spoon. Aunt Li gave Meng Meng an okay look, and Meng Meng nodded slightly. They thought Xia Ran couldn't see their small movements at all, but they didn't know that the tea table made of pure crystal in front of the sofa reflected their eyes clearly.

Aunt Li, did you take care of me and call Dr. Xu? Xia Ran asked softly again.

Yes, ma'am. Aunt Li responded quickly.

Where's Rong Fan? Xia Ran asked again.

Sir...Sir, he went to the company early in the morning. Aunt Li hesitated for a moment and answered according to Rong Fan's instructions.

Ding!

As soon as Aunt Li's voice fell, Xia Ran threw the spoon in the porridge and splashed thick porridge. The soup spoon hit the porcelain bowl, even with the effect of porridge, it was still crisp, which scared Aunt Li into focus hold your breath.

Xia Ran leaned back, expressionless: I don't have an appetite now, and I don't want to eat salty food. Go and ask the kitchen to make me some white rice porridge. Don't put anything in. I hate messy things the most.

Ma'am, this porridge...

Good lady, I'm going to give orders to the kitchen.

Meng Meng suddenly felt that Xia Ran should know where the porridge came from. When she thought that her husband's fingers were doubled because of the hot porridge, she felt a little wronged, so she wanted to explain something for him, but Aunt Li held her back: You clean up here quickly.

Meng Meng could only suppress her doubts, took a towel and wiped the million-dollar tea table carefully without leaving any traces. After she finished all this, she found that Xia Ran was no longer on the sofa, but Sitting on the window sill, holding his knees with his hands, resting his chin on his knees, he stared out of the window in a daze.

Meng Meng has always known that Xia Ran's eyes are beautiful. The first day she came here, she saw Xia Ran standing on the spiral staircase in a white cheongsam embroidered with gold butterflies. Her eyes were like diamonds. She is extraordinarily indifferent, but it makes her look like an elf who strayed into the mortal world by mistake. She is so beautiful and suffocating.

But this is the first time Mengmeng saw the pair of diamond-like eyes showing deep longing and deep helplessness, intertwined with boundless loneliness on her body.