The president called me my wife after losing his memory

Ji Li returned home with two luxurious plus candied haws, and was stunned by the sight in front of him. The corridor was full of piles of cardboard boxes, big and small, piled up into a hill, nearly a person's height.Thinking it should belong to Zhao Ying, Ji Li blinked, and couldn't help sighing at the extravagance of the rich second generation's life.

"Zhao Ying, it's Zhao Dong..." He remembered that Zhao Ying didn't seem to like calling his father Zhao Dong, and poked him with a carrot at noon because of this matter, so he changed his words:

"Dad sent your things here?"

No one responded to him.

Ji Li frowned, feeling ominous.

"Zhao Ying?" He called again, but still no one answered him.It was quiet all around, he could only hear his own footsteps.At this moment, there was movement in the kitchen, the sound of porcelain shards rubbing against the floor.

"Zhao Ying!" Ji Li put the candied haws aside, and rushed into the kitchen. Zhao Ying was lying curled up on the ground, surrounded by white porcelain shards and scattered ingredients.

Chopped shiitake mushrooms and celery sticks were all over the floor. Zhao Ying was lying on it in an apron, his body covered with chopped vegetables. Ji Li hurriedly helped him up from the ground, but he was accidentally caught by pieces of porcelain on the ground. He didn't bother to care about it when he got his hand.

Zhao Ying was hot all over, his face was pale, his lips were dry and peeled, and he regained consciousness slightly when he was hugged by Ji Li:

"Wife..." His voice was hoarse, and his voice was as low as a mosquito calling, and his usually bright peach blossom eyes also dimmed. He raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch Ji Li's Face, only to find that his hands were cut with several long wounds by porcelain shards, bleeding a lot.

He took his hand back again, not letting his blood stain his wife's face.

Ji Li frowned, and Zhao Ying knew that he made his wife worry, so he grinned forcefully, trying to reassure her, but unfortunately that smile was too tragic, and it backfired, Ji Li frowned even more tight.

"Honey, don't worry, I'm fine, just sleep and I'll be fine."

God damn just sleep on it!

Ji Li couldn't help but swear in her heart, she held Zhao Ying in her arms, and touched Zhao Ying's forehead with one hand, it was so hot that it was frighteningly hot.

Zhao Ying noticed with sharp eyes that Ji Li's hand was also cut, and he gently grabbed Ji Li's hand with the other hand that was less injured and not bleeding much:

"Look, my wife...you have a hole in your hand, and I have a hole in your hand. The two of us together make us a couple."

"It's really you," Ji Li looked disgusted, and then smiled helplessly:

"It's about time, I still don't forget the messy and earthy love stories."

Zhao Ying also smiled, and that smile was quickly replaced by a violent cough.

Ji Li tried to lift Zhao Ying up from the ground, which really took a lot of effort from him. Zhao Ying looked slender, but he was actually very heavy. His body was full of tight muscles, which were the result of his years of fitness. .In addition, he had a fever, and his body was so weak that his feet were as vacant as if he had stepped on cotton, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Zhao Ying hooked Ji Li's neck with his arm, trying his best to keep his blood-stained hands from touching Ji Li.The high fever blurred his vision, and he vaguely caught a glimpse of the candied haws that Ji Li casually put aside, and when he came back to his senses, his face was so close to Ji Li's that he could see the fine lines on his forehead. Sweat dripped from his forehead, wet his shiny black hair, Zhao Ying looked at his perfect and charming side face, as if bewitched, kissed him involuntarily.

Ji Li was concentrating on carrying Zhao Ying, a young man, with all his strength.He was thinking wildly while moving, carrying Zhao Ying was so strenuous, it made him doubt his physical fitness, is he really old?Or is running the gym three times a week not enough?

Zhao Ying's sudden kiss made him almost fail, and almost fell down with the person in his arms. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to stabilize his body. He looked at Zhao Ying, and the other party blushed abnormally, as if seductive. The human apple, with blurred eyes and long eyelashes filled with water vapor, said in a hoarse voice:

"Thank Wife."

Ji Li curled her lips and turned her face away:

"I really want to thank me, but please do your part and don't make any surprise attacks."

After helping Zhao Ying into the bedroom and onto the bed, Ji Li's arm was sore that it didn't look like his own.

But he didn't have the time to slow down, he hurried to get the medicine box, and called Chen Ge.

While Chen Ge was rushing here, Ji Li was sitting beside Zhao Ying's bed. At this moment, the most urgent task was to help Zhao Ying treat the wound on his hand. He took tweezers and took a small ball of alcohol cotton to disinfect Zhao Ying. Fortunately, There are no ceramic fragments left in the wound, otherwise it would be much more troublesome.

The pain caused by alcohol touching the wound made Zhao Ying's brain hurt even more. He opened his eyes wide, watching Ji Li grabbing his hand in fear, subconsciously about to shrink back.

"Don't move." Ji Li comforted him softly: "Your hand is injured, you need to disinfect it properly."

"But it hurts..."

Zhao Ying's voice trembled, and the hand held by Ji Li also trembled slightly, tears burst out all at once, I don't know if it's because people are more fragile when they are sick, or it's really too painful.Zhao Ying cried so many times in front of Ji Li, only this time she shed tears, and the tears were like beads with a broken string, they couldn't stop.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooears...

"Zhao Ying, you have to be good." Seeing his resistance and unstable mood, Ji Li had no choice but to let go of his hand, put the things in his hands aside, and gently rubbed Zhao Ying's head to express comfort :

"We need to sterilize the wound well, and the wound will heal quickly. You don't want to have scars on your hands, do you?"

Zhao Ying nodded and twitched twice, but he still didn't dare to extend his hand to Ji Li again, but hid his hand behind his back like a child.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Ji Li's heart almost melted, and he hugged Zhao Ying in his arms:

"Didn't you say you wanted to protect me?"

Zhao Ying was hugged by him, and his round, fluffy head nodded again, and then Ji Li continued:

"If you are so afraid of pain, how can you protect me?"

"Then I'll be obedient..." Zhao Ying seemed to have made up his mind, and stretched out his little paws as if he was going to serve bravely:

"Wife, can you kiss me~"

At this time, I didn't forget to talk about the conditions, and their old Zhao family really didn't suffer.

Ji Li smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhao Ying's light yellow head again, the soft and smooth hair gently touched his heart.With one hand, he brushed away the bangs on Zhao Ying's forehead, and then gently pressed a kiss on the smooth forehead that was so hot that it could almost boil an egg.

Zhao Ying's face turned even redder. He dared to say that this was definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his 23 years of life. That smile was like the sun breaking through layers of haze and illuminating his heart. The master——his wife is the most beautiful and gentle person in the whole world.

Later, when he helped Zhao Ying deal with the wound, he cooperated very well. Although sometimes he would instinctively shrink his hands back, but as soon as Ji Li looked over, he immediately put his hands back.Muttering pitifully in his mouth:

"It hurts..."

Ji Li was filled with the heart of a holy father. Hearing the little pitiful voice, he tried his best to make the pressure on his hand a little bit lighter, and then a little bit lighter.

Wipe him with alcohol twice, and blow his hands with his mouth to relieve his pain.

Zhao Ying was tired from crying, blinking his eyes to see him holding his hand as if treating a peerless treasure, and blowing the wind on his hand, the cool wind quickly spread away when it met his hot palm, wrapping to every part of his wound:

"It doesn't seem to hurt anymore..." Zhao Ying murmured:

"Thank Wife."

"Then get well soon." Ji Li evenly sprinkled the medicine powder on Zhao Ying's wound, carefully wrapped it with gauze five or six times, and finally tied it with Zhou Zheng's beautiful bow.His approach is professional, as if he has done these things countless times.

"Okay, wrap it up." Ji Li stood up, took out the pajamas that Zhao Ying wore yesterday from the closet, and threw it in front of him.

"Change your clothes, lie down on the bed, and wait for the doctor to come." After speaking, he looked at his watch and couldn't help complaining about Chen Ge:

"Why is he so slow?"

"Wife~" Zhao Ying waved his two hands, both of which showed signs of being bandaged, one was better, and the other was tightly wrapped, like a bear's paw.He coquettishly said:

"My hand is injured, it's inconvenient to change clothes~" After finishing speaking, she winked at Ji Li, implying something madly.

"Oh?" Ji Li folded his arms around his chest, looked down at him, and raised his eyebrows:

"So? Just say what you want to say."

Zhao Ying, who had been overwhelmed, laughed silly:

"I really can't hide anything from my wife~"

His body swayed from side to side:

"Honey~ Can you help me change my clothes~"

Zhao Ying is a person who vividly interprets the word "increasing an inch".

However, Ji Li has no choice but to follow his will, who is calling him a sick person?

When he came to the bed, Zhao Ying was still wearing the light gray turtleneck sweater he had seen him at noon, when he saw Ji Li approaching, he raised his arms high and smiled very happily.

Ji Li grabbed the corner of the sweater and pulled it upwards. Seeing the mentally handicapped man he was laughing at, he became angry. This guy was obviously wilting as if he had lost his vitality just now, but he was revived with full blood in the blink of an eye.It turns out that women are not the only ones who are fickle, men are also fickle.

"Are you feeling better?" Ji Li asked.

Zhao Ying smiled and nodded:

"My wife's deep love nourishes me, no matter how uncomfortable my body is, my heart is sweet!"

Halfway through the clothes, Ji Li pulled out all the clothes in one go. However, he pulled Zhao Ying's arm out, but he didn't pull out his head. Zhao Ying's head was covered by the sweater, and his hands were in a mess. put:

"Wife! Wife is bad!" His head was stuffed in the sweater, and he kept complaining.

"Humph."

Ji Li silently took out her mobile phone and recorded the funny Zhao Ying, thinking in her heart——

Glib guy, forget about suffocating you.