Daily life of the beloved wife of a wealthy president

Because of Wen Sui's rejection of medicinal food, every time he ate it, he looked miserable. After he ate it for several days, Chong He didn't force him to eat it anymore, but just asked Aunt Zhang to give him a meal. supplements and soups.

It's not unacceptable to close your eyes and open your mouth for a moment.

Wen Sui's small body has become more plump in the past few days, the original small and pointed face is rounded, the skin is more supple and smooth because of the nourishment, the white is still red, and the face is fleshy when he smiles It's so cute you want to pinch it.

However, too much tonic is not something that he, who is already weak, can bear all at once. In the past two days, his body has always felt very hot, and his stomach is always hot, especially when he is sleeping, which is not very comfortable.

And being held in Chong He's arms felt even hotter.

Wen Sui felt a burning sensation in his body again, he frowned a little irritably in his dream, his nose was itchy, he reached out and rubbed his nose.

Then there was a moist feeling, as if slipping down from the inside of the nasal cavity, Wen Sui touched the sticky hand, and was frightened awake between half-dream and half-awake, and flung away Chonghe's arm that was around his waist

Through the bright moonlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the dark, sticky touch between the fingers, and the faint smell of blood.

Wen Sui's pupils shrank slightly, his face was full of horror, he stretched out his feet and kicked Chong He who was sleeping next to him, crying, "Mr. Chong, Chong He, Chong He, wake up quickly."

Chong He was woken up by him, strictly speaking, he was kicked awake.

He raised his eyes slightly, propped up half of his body and turned on the bedside lamp.

The surrounding area around the bed suddenly lit up.

Chong He rubbed his forehead to wake himself up a bit.

"Mr. Chong, I'm going to die."

Wen Sui knelt beside him, the corners of his eyes were flushed, there were still tears in his eyes, and there were two blood stains under his nose, he was sobbing with one hand raised.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Chong He.

Chong He's expression changed slightly, he grabbed his hand, and said in a hoarse voice just waking up, "Don't talk, pinch your nose first."

Wen Sui did as he said, then raised his face and looked at the exquisitely carved ceiling.

Chong He got off the bed, walked quickly to the bathroom, and came back with a small basin and a towel.

He wrung out the towel, asked Wen Sui to put his hands down, and put the towel on his nose himself.

The towel was cold, and the bleeding soon stopped.

Wen Sui's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and he asked him in a muffled voice, "Mr. Chong, will I die?"

Chong He said calmly, "It's just a nosebleed, it's fine."

He helped Wen Sui wipe his face clean, and cleaned his fingers before taking the basin away.

Wen Sui was terrified. It's not that he had had bleeding before, but the amount of bleeding was not so much. When he touched the blood on his hand, he thought he was going to lose too much blood and die.

There were also a lot of red spots on the pajamas, but fortunately they didn't get on the bed.

Chong He asked him to change into a set of pajamas, Wen Sui asked him: "I have so many nosebleeds like this, am I suffering from some serious illness? Otherwise, why so many."

With so much, he felt sorry for himself. He was not very healthy in the first place, and he had to lose so much blood. He thought it was exaggerated to bleed a little bit, let alone touch it.

Wen Sui looked at Chong He nervously, hoping that he could clear up the confusion for him.

Seeing his pitiful and suspicious appearance, Chong He wanted to laugh, and wanted to tease him, so he pretended to think seriously, and said with a serious face for a while: "Well, it's possible."

Wen Sui: "!!!!"

His face was full of shock, his mouth was open, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

It took a long time before he whimpered, lowered his head and said miserably: "I knew I was going to die, I don't want to die so early, I still want to live to be 30 years old."

Chong He: "..."

Is his ambition to be 30 years old?

Chong He sighed, feeling that a fool could not be funny, he stretched out his hand to gently stroke Wen Sui's little curly hair, and said: "Don't think too much, I will ask Dr. Liang for you tomorrow, be good, go change into pajamas and go to sleep .”

If you don't sleep anymore, you will be in poor spirits tomorrow. Wen Sui can't stay up late. He is in poor health. Staying up late will make his health worse. The chance of sudden death is also greater than others.

Wen Sui just felt that life was really difficult, why did he have to bear this kind of pain at such a young age.

He felt uncomfortable, and relied on Chong He to say: "No, I can't move. I lost a lot of blood just now, and my HP is not enough, so I can't move."

The implication is that you changed the clothes for me. Anyway, I feel uncomfortable and I am justified.

Chong He pinched his slightly pale cheek, and said, "You thought you were playing a game."

After speaking, he got out of bed to help Wen Sui get his pajamas.

At the beginning, there were a lot of clothes prepared for Wen Sui, including pajamas, which were available all year round, as if he was determined to live here for a long time.

As a result, when Chong He came back, Wen Sui had stripped himself to nothing but a pair of white underwear and lay on the bed, his skin was dazzlingly white.

Turning around to see Chong He coming back, she looked at him pitifully, and said, "Pick me up and wear it."

Chong He: "..."

Who the hell is this seducing?

Chong He felt that he did it on purpose, he didn't have the energy to change his clothes and had the strength to strip himself naked.

The arms, legs, waist, and waist are quite thin, but the little butt wrapped in underwear is quite plump, and it should feel good to the touch.

Chong He lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep, and the love in his body seemed to ignite a fire again, and the memory of that day swept his mind again.

Wen Sui saw him standing still by the bed with his clothes on, and frowned, feeling that he was slow.

If it was in the past, he would have lost his temper as soon as he got angry, but now he is "under the fence" and is inferior to others, so he can only bear it. He licked his lips, rolled his eyes, and looked straight at Chong He with wet eyes and said : "Mr. Chong, help me put on my clothes, I'm cold."

Even at this time, he still wants others to help him dress, not because he is cold, but because he is lazy.

Chong He looked at his rosy lips with the tip of his pink tongue, with an innocent and pitiful expression, and felt his mouth dry.

Obviously the one with the nosebleed was Wen Sui, why did he feel that he was so hot that he wanted to have a nosebleed?

The veins on Chonghe's forehead popped up, he gritted his teeth, threw away his clothes, pulled the quilt around Wen Sui's body violently, lay down on the bed, hugged him and the quilt tightly, then bit Wen Sui's ear tip and gnawed gently bite.

Wen Sui's eyes widened, and he groaned and wanted to cover his ears with his hands, but he couldn't understand.

He squinted one eye and begged for mercy: "Mr. Chong, don't pull my ears, let me go."

The wet and warm breath covered the tips of his ears.

Chong He gasped for a few breaths, then left the tip of his ear, and said in a deep voice: "Seeing that you are weak, let me let you go this time, if you seduce me again, there will be no next time."

Wen Sui was taken aback by his red eyes, shrank his neck and said timidly, "I didn't seduce you."

It's as weak as a little milk cat meowing.

Chong He directly turned off the light, pressed his head into his arms, and said roughly: "Sleep."

Wen Sui was so cowardly that he didn't dare to move.

Congratulations to this terrifying appearance, very much like the man who crazily demanded that night.

So scary.