108 Possibilities of Sleeping Yourself

"Okay." The man lying on the bed stiffly said suddenly.

Lin Shen was taken aback by such a generous promise, "Then I'll go back and cook chicken soup for you."

Shen Jichuan's eyebrows twitched, and he thought about Lin Shen's treatment at home. He felt a little warmth at first, but now he couldn't help thinking viciously: He didn't want to poison me with chicken soup, did he?

"If it doesn't taste good, I won't drink it."

Lin Shen nodded vigorously, "Please be all right."

The house near the school is cleaned regularly. It was cleaned just two days ago and it is very clean.

Lin Shen called the Lin family and explained, carried him upstairs, put him on the bed, grabbed his wallet, went downstairs quickly, went to a nearby vegetable market, bought some fresh fruits and vegetables, two catties of spare ribs, a stripped The hairy chicken is back.

"Eat some apples first, and I'll make dinner."

Shen Jichuan half leaned on the bed, gnawed on an apple while reading the downloaded exercises on his mobile phone.

This school district is not big, with a total of [-] square meters, two rooms and one living room. There was a rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables from the kitchen, and Shen Jichuan suddenly felt a little funny.

So a little bastard whose parents have wiped out all the family property within a few years, can cook?Although I don't know how it tastes, but I can't starve myself to death after looking at it this way.

Shen Jichuan is a person who knows how to analyze the pros and cons. The safest way for him now is to stay with the Lin family. Judging from the degree to which they love their son and their own social capabilities, it is definitely a warm and happy place.

On the contrary, the most unsafe place is the Shen family's side, even the biological parents, for the sake of that wild grandson, they can't guarantee what they will do.

After all, he was the one who took advantage of Lin Shen, and it was really bad that he had nothing to do with himself, watching such a fool who could stumble even in a smooth sailing, standing on the tip of his knife and just ignoring him.

The setting sun outside was gradually setting, Shen Jichuan turned on the bedside lamp, and the scent from the kitchen wafted out.

I didn't know the taste of the food I ate at noon, and I didn't eat much. I am really hungry now.

The person who had been busy in the kitchen for more than two hours came over with a cigarette in his mouth and a tray carrying chicken soup that had been boiled in the pressure cooker for two hours and two home-cooked dishes.

A dish of garlic pork ribs, a dish of stir-fried cabbage, two bowls of rice, and a large cup of delicious chicken soup all smelled so fragrant.

It's just that the appearance of smoking a cigarette is a bit annoying. Shen Jichuan never smokes, and he also imagines that others will use his body to smoke.

But since I have been busy for a long time, I still forget it.

"Don't come down, there is no small table that can be placed on the bed, just eat on the bed, so as not to affect the wound."

The place where I was stabbed is throbbing and hurting, and it is indeed difficult to move.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

Lin Shen eagerly set up the small table and put the dishes on it one by one, "No, I'll wash a towel to wipe your hands."

After all, he looked for the bathroom door, and after 2 minutes, a half-wrung wet towel came out, as if taking care of a child, he took Shen Jichuan's hand and wiped it clean carefully.

There was a faint smell of soap on the towel, it seemed that he had just washed it with soap.

Shen Jichuan felt a little strange in his heart, he had lived for more than 30 years, and no one had ever taken care of him like this, especially with such a handsome and flawless face...