reborn wife

I don't know if it's because of Jin Yihun's company that Wen Zhiru slept very peacefully this time, even the wound on her butt seemed to be less painful.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already high in the sun.

Jin Yihun had long since disappeared.

It's just that Wen Zhiru was still wearing Jin Yihui's outer shirt on his back, and he could vaguely smell the other party's unique scent from the tip of his nose.

He rubbed his misty eyes, and was about to get up, but at that moment, the wound he had almost forgotten began to wreak havoc again, and Wen Zhiru couldn't help but yelled "Ouch".

"Master, are you awake?" Fu Sheng had been waiting in the outer room, and rushed in when she heard the noise.

Wen Zhiru was injured yesterday, and it was Lengfeng who helped to apply medicine to take care of him. Wen Zhiru has been driving the two little maids out of the back room with the excuse of not being able to kiss each other.

It was fulfilled that the son came to Wen Zhiru's room in the middle of the night, but no one noticed.

"I... hiss..." Wen Zhiru struggled again and wanted to get up, even if he leaned sideways on the bed, but he couldn't bear the pain, so he had to give up, and asked in a depressed voice, " What time is it?"

"It's almost noon!" The little maid saw that her young master had woken up. Although the wound was still hurting, but her complexion was not bad, she couldn't help showing a happy smile.

"It's already this hour!" Fu Sheng's answer made Wen Zhiru a little surprised, even in the days when he was last sick in his last life, he had never slept so late.

"By the way, young master, you must be hungry!" Speaking of Shi Chen, Fu Sheng remembered that since her young master was beaten yesterday, she has not eaten anything except for a few sips of water. .

"It's a bit..." When it came to eating, Wen Zhiru smacked his lips unconsciously. He hadn't eaten for a day. The wound didn't hurt too much at the moment, and he was really hungry, so much so that the tip of his nose seemed to smell When it came time to ask for food.

"It's just right, Sister Fu Cui just went to the kitchen, I'll come back with food after a while."

Just as Fu Sheng was talking about this, the sound of pushing the door could already be heard outside, and Fu Cui really came in with a food box on her shoulders.

Fusheng rushed to greet her, and helped Fu Cui carry the food box and put it on the table, "Sister Fu Cui came back just in time, the young master just said that he was hungry!"

Fu Cui nodded, opened the food box and took out the food one by one, "The servant has been there for a long time, but it just so happens that there is a new one under the kitchen—"

Before she finished speaking, Wen Zhiru snatched her away: "Is it chicken soup?"

"Huh? How does the young master know?" Fu Sheng had just opened the porcelain cup containing the chicken soup at this time.

"It just smelled it."

"Then young master drink some while it's hot." Because it was still hot, Fusheng carefully poured out a small bowl of chicken soup, and brought it to Wen Zhiru while blowing.

Wen Zhiru's half-prone position was naturally inconvenient to eat, so he could only let the little maid feed him, but when the spoon almost reached his mouth, he felt nausea for no reason.

He hurriedly covered his mouth and pushed Fu Sheng's hand away.

"Young Master?!" The soup in the spoon almost spilled, which also startled Fu Sheng, "It's... how can the servants serve you badly?"

"No..." Wen Zhiru suppressed the feeling of nausea, and shook his head, "Perhaps I'm very hungry, and I feel a little uncomfortable smelling the greasy smell."

"Then young master, let's have some porridge first!" Fu Cui brought another half bowl of clear porridge, "I still think that the freshly killed live chickens in the backyard are the best when stewed in soup. I forgot that the young master eats them on weekdays." Be light."

"I smelled the chicken soup before you even entered the house. It's not like I don't like it. In fact, I'm very greedy, but I don't have this kind of food." Wen Zhiru comforted the little girl like this, but suddenly thought of one thing.

On the last day of his previous life, he just drank the chicken soup served by Fu Cui.

I'm afraid it wasn't for this reason that he was particularly sensitive to food like chicken soup in this life.

Wen Zhiru drank two small bowls of porridge under the service of the little maid. Although it was a little bland, but fortunately, the ingredients in Mr. Shoufu's house were all top-notch. The homemade side dishes are warmed into the stomach in this winter, and then the whole body is also warmed up.

He licked his lips with some insatiable desire. In fact, a boy of this age is just growing up. Naturally, two bowls of clear porridge are not enough. However, considering his current physical condition, he may have to stay in this place for a short time. If you spend time in bed, if you eat too much, not only will you accumulate food, but it will also be inconvenient for you to defecate and defecate.

"Speaking of which, since I was punished by my father, is there any other movement in the house?" In order to stop himself from thinking about other delicacies on the table, Wen Zhiru had to find a topic to chat with the little maid.

Fu Cui has always been careless. She looked at Wen Zhiru with a blank face, then shook her head, "Except for Mrs. Tai's visit to the young master yesterday, there seems to be no other movement?"

Compared with the solid-eyed Fu Cui, although Fu Sheng didn't serve Wen Zhiru for long, she was smarter than her. She simply cleaned up the dishes on the table, and then interjected, "There is no movement! Yesterday, Mrs. Tai After seeing the young master, I went directly to the master's study."

"Grandmother passed away?"

When the old lady was crying in front of him yesterday, he knew that the old lady really loved him.But she is very old and her seniority is high, and her legs and feet are even more difficult in this winter.

Even if he couldn't find out the reason from himself, he could send someone to ask Wen Yanfeng himself, or send him to his yard for questioning.

It is indeed a bit of a laborious task to take people directly there.

"Then what happened later? What did my father say to my grandmother?"

"How could this servant know about the matter of the master and Mrs. Tai! But the servant knew that the young master would definitely ask when you woke up, so I also inquired about it. I heard that the master and Mrs. Tai chatted in the room for a long time, and the waiter All the servants were sent out, and the secret guards were asked to guard the door so that no one could listen. There were still tears in the eyes of Mrs. Tai when she came out, but she seemed to be as emotional as she was when she didn't go. She also ordered the people in the mansion Don't talk about today's affairs behind your back. I think the master persuaded Mrs. Tai."

"Well, that's good." Wen Zhiru simply nodded when he heard this. In fact, he couldn't think of what words Wen Yanfeng would use to persuade his grandmother, but judging from the current situation, he probably wouldn't. What's the big deal.

"Master! Master!" Wen Zhiru wanted to ask something more, but Fu Cui, who had just taken out the leftover dishes, ran back in a panic, "Outside...outside..."

Wen Zhiru looked at the little girl's anxious look, and was a little wary: "What's going on outside—"

But before he finished asking, Wen Zhiru's most annoying voice came from the door: "Oh, my young master, you are so good, why did you cause such a big disaster?"