Save the poor little one [Quick Transmigration]

After Ruan Tu woke up, he found himself sleeping on the bed in the master bedroom again. After a moment of confusion, he slowly remembered what happened last night.

He ran into his father who had disappeared for many years and came to him to ask for money. Wen Shihe also helped him teach the man a lesson. In the end, he was sitting in the car secretly watching Wen Shihe's face and fell asleep... Then yesterday he How did you get to bed?Could it be that Wen Shihe brought him in?

Thinking of this possibility, Ruan Tu sat on the bed with blank eyes and blushed.

That look is no different from the girl in Huaichun, but it's a pity that he doesn't know what he looks like now.

It was still the sound of the alarm clock that interrupted his imagination. He took the phone and saw that it was past nine o'clock.

Ruan Tu panicked in an instant, because Wen Shihe usually got up early at this time, and he should have made breakfast for Wen Shihe, and he didn't know why he slept so late today.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, but now Ruan Tu couldn't care less, he washed up as quickly as possible and went downstairs.

Unsurprisingly, Wen Shihe was not seen, and Ruan Tu became depressed instantly, with some guilt.

But he still cheered himself up and prepared to do things as usual. Unexpectedly, when he passed the dining table, Ruan Tu saw a breakfast on it, and there seemed to be a post-it note on it.

Ruan Tu immediately ran to pick up the note and read it carefully.

Remember to eat breakfast. --temperature

Although Ruan Tu didn't know calligraphy or anything, he somehow felt that Wen Shihe's handwriting was really beautiful, and it was the most beautiful handwriting he had ever seen. Unlike himself, he hadn't picked up a pen to write for a long time.

Ruan Tu carefully read the note two or three times, then folded the note carefully and put it in his pocket, and patted it lightly.

Then he turned his attention to breakfast, which was the normal fried poached eggs with a glass of milk, but he and Wen Shihe were the only ones in the house, and he didn't get up to make breakfast, so Wen Shihe made it himself?

As Ruan Tu thought about it, his anticipation grew. He had never seen Wen Shihe cooking. According to his previous personality, he should have never been in the kitchen, and he didn't know if this was his first time cooking.

Ruan Tu really guessed right. This is Wen Shihe's first time cooking. Whether in the real world or in this world, he has never cooked before. The first is naturally because he has no need to cook. The second is that no one has the honor to let him cook.

While looking at the document distractedly, Wen Shihe thought, the taste should... not bad, right?

Ruan Tu carefully cut off a small piece and tasted it. An indescribable taste erupted in his mouth instantly. He almost spat it out, but thinking that it was made by Wen Shihe, he forced himself to swallow it again, and took it immediately. I took a sip of the milk next to me to suppress the taste.

I don't know what kind of seasoning Wen Shihe added. It looks normal on the surface, but the taste is so hard to describe.

Thinking of Wen Shihe in the kitchen with a cold face, adding unknown seasonings to the eggs with a serious face, Ruan Tu felt a little cute since he was surprised.

In the end, he finished the unpalatable breakfast, even the slightly fishy milk was much more delicious in comparison.

Ruan Tu completely forgot the unhappiness of seeing that man yesterday, and happily started doing housework.

The day passed so plainly, and Wen Shihe also came back on time for dinner. Although Ruan Tu remembered the breakfast that he would never forget when he saw Wen Shihe, but Wen Shihe didn't mention it, so he naturally Will not take the initiative to ask.

Ruan Tu's guest room was cleaned out by himself today, which means that Ruan Tu and Ruan Tu have officially lived here.

He was rolling on the bed in a big strange room, unable to sleep because of excitement. Everything that happened these days made him feel like he was dreaming. After all, he was still young. I can't help showing all my softness.

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Wen Shihe didn't fall asleep either, he was thinking about Ruan Tu. Since he came to this world, it can be said that most of the things except work are related to Ruan Tu. It's not hard to imagine why Wen Shihe Only for Ruan Tu is special.

Now that Ruan Tu is sleeping in the guest room not far from his room, Wen Shihe feels strange in his heart. This is a feeling he has never experienced before. It is strange and difficult to control. What is even more frightening is that he is not It's not that he rejects this feeling of being difficult to control, but he wants to let it develop on its own, and he wants to see what it will make him look like in the end.

Ruan Tu was exhausted all day, even though he was a little overexcited, he quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep on the big soft and warm bed...

Wen Shihe tried to sort out the thoughts in his mind, but he realized that instead of being clearer in the middle of the night, he became more confused. Just when he wanted to give up and go to sleep, he suddenly felt as if he heard a knock on the door.

Dong dong dong

"Mr. Wen..."

This is not an illusion, it is true, Ruan Tu's voice sounds extremely weak.

Wen Shihe immediately got out of bed and opened the door, and what he saw was Ruan Tu with a pale face, clutching his stomach in pain, and looking like he was about to fall.

Wen Shihe immediately took him into his arms, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale? Is it a stomachache?"

Ruan Tu couldn't care less about being shy and blushing now. He now felt pain in his stomach as if being stirred by a knife, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. With tears in his eyes, he looked even more pitiful: "Mr. Wen, my stomach hurts so much. ..."

"I'll take you to the hospital right away, hold on."

Wen Shihe directly picked him up by the waist, and strode forward.

However, Ruan Tu had already closed his eyes from the pain, and he seemed to have fainted. There was still cold sweat flowing from his forehead, and his extremely pale face made people feel flustered just looking at it.

Wen Shihe didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he put the person on the back seat and lay down, and drove him to the hospital funded by Wen's.

Fortunately, he still remembered to bring his mobile phone and notified the director of the hospital in advance. As soon as Wen Shihe delivered the person, someone had already prepared everything.

The doctors and nurses in the hospital had never seen Wen Shihe in such a mess, with messy hair, wearing only pajamas and house slippers.

It seems that there must be someone he values ​​very much in this rescue room, otherwise Wen Shihe wouldn't have dressed like this and sent him to the hospital.

Wen Shihe didn't care about the eyes of the doctors and nurses around him. He was thinking about what happened to Ruan Tu. Obviously nothing happened recently, except for yesterday's incident, but Ruan Tu didn't suffer any injuries. Today is the whole day He was at home, why did he suddenly have a stomachache and fainted from the pain?

Wen Shihe suddenly thought of the breakfast he made in the morning, could it be because of the breakfast he made?

In fact, he didn’t try it himself when he made it. He had failed several times before, and it was all mushy. The one you couldn’t eat at first glance, the one Ruan Tu ate was the most successful and the best-looking one.

He wasn't very hungry, so he left it with Ruan Tu, and he bought a millet porridge on the way to the company.

It's just that he still doesn't know if the truth is what he thinks.

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As soon as the doctor came out, Wen Shihe greeted him, "Doctor, how are you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine now, Young Master Wen, don't worry." The doctor took off his mask and replied.

"What's the matter with him? Why did he suddenly have a stomachache?" Although there was already a vague guess in his heart, Wen Shihe was still not sure.

"Sudden acute gastroenteritis, Mr. Wen, did the patient eat anything bad today?" the doctor asked.

Wen Shihe has already determined that it must be the fault of the breakfast he made, because Ruan Tu couldn't have acute gastroenteritis caused by eating the breakfast he made himself, it could only be because of eating the breakfast he made.

He regretted a little, he obviously didn't know how to cook, why didn't he taste it first, thinking of Ruan Tu's pale face, Wen Shihe felt distressed.

Wen Shihe didn't speak, and the doctor didn't ask any more questions. It would be bad if Wen Shihe was offended.

"Young Master Wen, you don't have to worry too much. The patient has fallen asleep now. He should be fine after staying in the hospital for a few days and resting for a few days." The doctor said.

Wen Shihe said, "Thank you, doctor."

"Young Master Wen, it's getting late now, do you want someone to arrange a room for you alone?" The doctor asked hesitantly.

After all, it is well known in the circle that Wen Shihe never spends the night outside, and he is not sure whether Wen Shihe will stay or not.

"No need," Wen Shihe said.

The doctor thought to himself: "Sure enough."

Then I heard Wen Shihe say: "There's no need to arrange a separate room, just ask someone to get an extra bed in his room."

His eyes looked in the direction where the doctor had just come out.

The doctor was stunned instantly. Who is the god in the ward who can make Wen Shao, who never stays with us overnight, break his own principles? What's even more frightening is that Wen Shihe will live in the same ward with him.

However, the doctor only lost his composure for a moment, so as not to be too hot to congratulate Wen Shi: "Okay, Young Master Wen, I'll get someone to arrange it right away."

Wen Shihe nodded and continued to ask, "Can I go in and see him now?"

The doctor nodded: "Of course." Then he stepped aside.

Wen Shihe just said "I'm sorry for your trouble" and walked directly into the ward without giving the doctor a look.

Ruan Tu was lying on the hospital bed, with a needle in his hand and a hanging bottle, and there were several large bottles that were not finished.His face was still as pale as paper, with no blood at all, and his lips were a little dry and chapped.

Those eyes, which were like a stream of clear springs, were also tightly closed at the moment.

Wen Shihe looked at Ruan Tu for a while, and found that he was breathing steadily, and with the doctor's assurance, he finally relaxed after seeing Ruan Tu standing in front of his room with a pale face.

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