forced petting

更新时间:2015-2-2217:48:03本章字数:6122

The days of recuperation are actually no different from normal days.

Wu Yan is not a sportsman who likes to run around, and he is not very keen on the sunny beach outdoors. To him, the life of staying in the room all day does not feel unbearable.

Are your muscles stiff?

It's okay, there is a gym in the villa.

Don't want to go to the gym?

It's even more innocuous, **oss does the exercise by himself, as for the way of exercising, you can tell by watching the servants in the villa buying quilt covers and blankets by the dozen...

Do you want to see the sunshine, blow the wind, smell the fragrance of flowers?

It’s easy to say, once the floor-to-ceiling windows are opened and the skylight is opened, the sunlight can shine into the room at a glance, and the breeze can enter the room without being hindered by half-death. As for the fragrance of flowers...

Outside the window is the sky garden, and on the other side of the corridor is the indoor greenhouse...

"The injury on the chest is almost healed." After the routine dressing change, the doctor kept silent on other things except explaining the necessary injury.

Although Maierte was not in the room today, as a subordinate, he should pay attention to proportion no matter when and where. It is not a wise thing to interact with Wu Yan.

God knows how protective and sensitive his master is, if he misunderstands that he is coveting, he will really be unable to bear it and walk away.

Wu Yan knew the doctor's considerations, even if he didn't know, he had no intention of interacting with these people too much, because these people would always be Myert's subordinates, and they would never be of any help to him.

So he didn't look at the doctor's figure, but just looked at the big spot on his chest lightly.

After these days of self-cultivation, the unsightly bandage on his chest was finally removed today, and the brown scar that was originally hard has gradually softened.

"The one on the wrist needs to rest for a while if it wants to recover completely!" The doctor packed up his medical equipment and left without looking back.

Wu Yan nodded silently.

It's never a bluff to hurt the muscles and bones for a hundred days. The injury on the bones is indeed troublesome.

No, just as the nursing doctor left the house, the internal tonic prescribed by the diet expert was brought in again.

"Can I stop drinking?"

Wu Yan looked at the big bowl of bone soup in front of him, and when he saw the servant serving the food, he turned and left without any oil or salt, and couldn't help but sigh.

The Chinese believe that you can get what you eat, but Myert is a Westerner, so why are there so many poor people?

If you add more, he will really become a bear. Well, although thanks to this perverted physique that eats all kinds of things and doesn't gain weight, he currently has no tendency to gain weight.

But several meals a day of bone soup, eating for half a month in a row, is personally unbearable. Even though Wu Yan has never been picky eaters, he gradually showed a tendency to be unbearable.

Now, almost every time I see this white bone soup, I can't help but feel sick.

He took out his mobile phone and immediately called Melt through the exclusive channel of the internal line. The mood of the man on the phone should be quite peaceful, and his voice also carried a gentle force.

"Did you drink the soup?"

Like a prophet, of course, Wu Yan didn't think otherwise, and Maiert, who lives in this house, naturally has the right to know everything in the house.

"Well, can I... I've been drinking bone soup for a long time, I can't drink it..." Myert's voice came over as soon as the words fell.

"Is it?"

This tone is playful!

Wu Yan hurriedly got on the pole: "Yeah, I drink this every day. Now I feel dizzy just looking at it. If I drink it again, I will lose my sense of taste!"

"Oh!" Melt responded lightly.

Does that mean you agreed?

Wu Yanzheng was secretly happy, and planned to hang up the phone, and then asked someone to come in and take out this thing, whether it was poured out or drunk, as long as it didn't appear in front of him, it would be Amitabha.

The phone was about to leave the ear, but the distance was only twenty centimeters, the man's movements were suddenly startled.

He heard Melt's faint voice on the phone, with some ethereal and unreal feeling, spreading out from the speaker hole in his hand little by little.

"It will cause you such a big stimulus, it seems that it's time to change the cook..."

"Wait a minute, this one is actually good for the recovery of the wound. This one is not that bad. I made a fuss just now."

Nothing spineless, that's it.

But it can't be regarded as spineless, Wu Yan felt a little unhappy when he thought of a person outside the matter being implicated in this way.

It is true that he has never been a good person who is compassionate and compassionate, nor does he have the feeling of a saint to save the suffering, but he has no intention of causing harm to others because of himself.

Although he also knows that the people who can work here, even if they are just a cook, are not clean.

But even so, he still couldn't be ruthless after all.

Because he understands Miert's behavior, for him, the place where useless people go is definitely not wonderful.

Because of his own willfulness, causing other people's tragedies, well, he really can't do such a thing.

Moreover, who can guarantee himself that there will be more unforgettable food experiences?

Just after the unconstrained style passed, the voice sounded again.

"Is it?"

Melt's voice was still faint, and along with the sound came the rustling sound of paper flipping, Wu Yan could imagine that he was meticulously talking on the phone while flipping through the documents.

"Yeah, actually the taste is pretty good. Well, you can try it when you come back..." As he said, he picked up the bone soup in front of him as if he was dying, and poured it into his stomach.

"Guru..."

The so-called wolfing down, the so-called drinking poison while holding one's nose is probably the case.

After drinking the soup, Wu Yan had the illusion that he was about to lose his breath. One hand with a bit of injury gently ran along his chest, and the other hand held the phone by his ear.

"I've already drank it. Really, this cook's skills are quite good!"

"Yeah, that's good, don't drink too much if it's delicious, it's not good if you're overnourished!" With that said, Melt cut off the phone.

Wu Yan was stunned for a while, then waved the phone as a gesture.

Overnutrition, he has already entered overnutrition, okay, drinking so much bone broth every day, can he not be overnourished?

This man's face is thicker than the sky, and he always speaks nonsense with his eyes open.

There is no way, people are awesome, people just open their eyes and talk nonsense, Xiaoku forced Wu Yan to know his status, and he had to bear it if he could bear it.

Lying on the bed for a while, the man glanced at the notebook beside the sofa because of the healthy life concept of digesting and digesting when he was full, and walked over in a hurry.

Turn on the phone and surf the Internet.

Forgot to mention, this notebook was discovered not long ago by **oss with conscience, and he threw it over specially.

Speaking of which, at that time, there was a ridiculous joke about the use of this notebook.

That's probably the case.

A certain boss dropped a notebook from the top, and said with great kindness and consideration: "Here is this for you, it's boring to see you, use it for entertainment, it's okay to watch a video with your family..."

Don't get me wrong, **oss has not changed gender, but why is **oss so kind all of a sudden?

Ahem, the Buddha said, a well-fed man can discuss everything.

Then, a certain sketch happily opened the notebook and turned it on...

Then the face of a certain little bitch suddenly sank, that gloomy, gray look, not only like the concrete that has not yet dried, but also like the dark clouds before the storm.

All in all, no matter how you look at it, what is the rhythm of anger after being brutally insulted.

Of course, it's not that **Oss doesn't understand everything. He looked serious and supported the man's shoulder: "What's the matter, has the wound recurred?"

God is sorry, that caring look really can't be faked.

If an outsider saw it, they would definitely be amazed for a long time, and even die without regret. After all, the expression of the godfather of the underworld is rare in a hundred years!

"Where does it hurt..."

"..." Wu Yan didn't speak.

It wasn't angry, because the gray face had already returned to normal, he was just stimulated, stimulated by the current face of Melt.

"What's going on, I'll call the doctor..."

Seeing the emotion in the other party's eyes intensified, and wishing to tear himself apart and reassemble him, Wu Yan immediately crossed his hands and took a tentative pose.

"I'm fine, but is your computer really for me?"

"..." Maiert looked at the man and frowned, then nodded.

"But... are you sure I can understand this language, Melt, I'm not a genius!" He said, showing the computer interface to the other party.

Which country's computer is this?

I haven't seen it in the system, and I haven't found it in the language setting column after searching for a long time.

And the text on the screen...

English, well, although he is not good, he can barely pass.

Chinese, naturally there is no need to speak too much.

But it's a bit like English, and it's a bit like letters with Chinese pinyin tones added. What language is it, so Wu Yan was stunned when he got the computer.

Neither does insulting people, nor does mocking people who are uneducated.

Wu Yan felt that he was hurt...

"It's because I didn't think carefully!" Melt snorted, and touched the man's head as if comforting.

"You really don't know French, this is an internal system, there is no language option, we are in France, so this computer is naturally the default French..."

"I was hurt!" Someone acted coquettishly.

Refusing to let go of a chance to gain benefits, there is no way, this is not only a taste, but also the only channel for his boring life to gradually enrich.

"So I will comfort your soul!" Melt said, slowly pushing the man down on the bed...

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