Daily life after marriage with a boss

In the morning Ling Yi wakes up with his brown bear in his arms. He is actually not that happy to wake up, because winter is coming, Ling Yi plans to delay getting up for half an hour every day until eight o'clock.

After the cold weather, I am very attached to the quilt and bed.

He lightly rubbed the brown bear's head, and the nurse took Ling Yi's clothes to be washed, and there was a set of matching clean clothes beside the bed.

Ling Yi felt that his physical condition might be better than a few days ago.

After the examination and nursing, Ling Yi talked with Dr. Zhao on the terrace of the restaurant.

Dr. Zhao has been encouraging Ling Yi to have hope. Ling Yi is so young, he can't bear the child's next life to live in darkness.

Ling Yi held a cup of hot jujube and wolfberry tea in his hand - he didn't want to drink this after dinner, Dr. Zhao insisted on making a cup for him by the nurse, saying it was heart-warming and stomach-warming.

So Ling Yi only took two small sips.

"That seal—" Dr. Zhao hesitated for a moment, and then coughed a few times. If Ling Yi hadn't lost his eyesight, he would definitely be able to see the strangeness of Dr. Zhao. Right now, Ling Yi couldn't see it, and only thought that the cold wind on the balcony made Dr. Zhao uncomfortable. Too comfortable, "Feng Nurse, does he often see you?"

"Not often," Ling Yi frowned slightly when he thought of Feng Chu, "Mr. Feng is very busy at work."

Of course, Dr. Zhao knew that Feng Chu was not idle. There were tens of thousands of employees in the Feng Chu Group waiting to eat. As a responsible chairman, how could Feng Chu play the game of "the domineering president's blind wife" every day.

Dr. Zhao coughed again, he couldn't tell Ling Yi about this matter, he was still a little guilty: "Xiao Yi, you have to keep a certain distance from nurse Feng, if you have anything to do, try to let nurse Feng do it—isn't nurse Deng Gone? Then look for Xiao Liu, who is enthusiastic and diligent."

Ling Yi nodded: "Doctor Zhao, can you discuss with the dean about increasing Mr. Feng's hourly salary, and I will pay the extra salary."

Doctor Zhao coughed violently: "What?"

It's not easy for Ling Yi to tell others about Feng Chu's privacy. Most people probably don't want others to know that they owe a lot to the bank.So Ling Yi said: "Mr. Feng is very responsible. It was already very late that day, and he still accompanied me to go shopping and buy clothes."

Ling Yi's request was normal.

If some nurses are appreciated by the patients and take good care of the patients, their salaries can be adjusted upwards appropriately.

Dr. Zhao couldn't explain it in words: "Let me talk to the dean, Xiao Yi, it's not me who said that if you add a few thousand yuan to your salary a month, they may not take it seriously." ——What they do is capital Hundreds of millions of items.

Ling Yi spoke softly: "Doctor Zhao, Mr. Feng is different from you. He works very hard."

Dr. Zhao whispered: "...I want to be like him. If the dean really gives me a salary increase, even if it's only a few hundred yuan a month, I will take it seriously."

The key is Feng Chu!Dr. Zhao felt that he would not be able to earn a fraction of other people's money even if he worked hard all his life.

Moreover, Dr. Zhao felt that as a top student from the medical school, he had worked much harder in his life than Feng Chu!

This poor blind child who was abandoned by his parents actually wanted to give him a raise.

Dr. Zhao lamented that capitalists are different, they can attract money no matter where they go, his mood is very complicated now: "Okay, I will go and talk to the dean, remember to drink plenty of water, and finish the goji berry water in your glass. "

Ling Yi took a sip of water lightly.

Doctor Zhao left quickly, and Ling Yi put the remaining half cup of wolfberry water on the table.

It was windy on the terrace. Just now Ling Yi unbuttoned his coat and put his scarf on the chair. Now Ling Yi feels cold, and the terrace is too quiet, so there should be no one there.

Ling Yi was about to take his scarf back to the residence, when a man's low voice came from behind: "Ling Yi?"

Ling Yi turned around: "Mr. Feng."

Feng Chu had just lit a cigarette when he came in, and he didn't think of lighting it up when he saw Ling Yi: "I heard that your friend has looked for you."

Ling Yi said "hmm": "My friend who grew up with me."

"That's my childhood sweetheart."

A helpless smile appeared on Ling Yi's lips: "He's a boy."

Feng Chu approached Ling Yi: "A boy can't be a childhood sweetheart? Huh?"

Feng Chu's voice has always been deep and mellow, reminiscent of the steady music of a cello.

Ling Yi smelled the smell of tobacco on Feng Chu's body: "Mr. Feng, you actually smoke."

In fact, he had smelled tobacco on Feng Chu's body before, because Feng Chu's smell was not unpleasant, but more mature, so Ling Yi thought it was a tobacco-scented perfume at the time.

Only then did Feng Chu remember that he had a cigarette in his hand.

He was about to extinguish it when Ling Yi's hand suddenly groped and pressed on Feng Chu's shoulder.

Suddenly Feng Chu's body froze, he subconsciously wanted to reject Ling Yi, and told Ling Yi not to touch the man's shoulders.

But the touch of Ling Yi when he approached was really comfortable, and Feng Chu's eyes narrowed slightly.

After a while, Ling Yi took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket: "Mr. Feng, can I try it?"

Feng Chu held Ling Yi's wrist, and he put the pack of cigarettes back: "No."

Ling Yi is very curious about the feeling of smoking. He has never tried it before, and there is no smoking man around him.

Seeing his ignorant expression, Feng Chu's heart softened: "I can only have one bite."

Instead of lighting another cigarette, he stuffed the cigarette in his hand into Ling Yi's mouth.

Ling Yi sucked the cigarette butt lightly, like a milk tea straw, Feng Chu thought he was really cute: "Take a puff, cigarettes are not for you to suck."

Ling Yi took a small breath, and he was immediately choked, and suddenly felt a puff of irritating smoke rushing into his lungs.

Feng Chu took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, patted Ling Yi's back lightly: "Spit it out."

A thin layer of smoke was spit out from Ling Yi's mouth, and then Ling Yi coughed violently.

Feng Chu laughed: "Are you a little dizzy?"

Ling Yi felt slightly dizzy and uncomfortable, Feng Chu stuffed the cigarette into Ling Yi's mouth again: "Slow down, don't inhale it into your lungs, pass it through your mouth once and then spit it out."

A circle of smoke curled out, Ling Yi's pale red lips parted slightly, his expression still a little confused.

Feng Chu put the cigarette in his mouth and finished smoking: "I won't smoke in the future, it's not good for my health."

Feng Chu smokes a special agarwood cigarette, which has a mellow and unique taste. It is said that a large amount of precious Chinese herbal medicine Cordyceps sinensis agarwood is added to it. It is not in circulation in the market. Every year, someone pays tribute to Feng Chu. The tobacco is mixed with a very charming agarwood. Woody breath, slightly bitter.

Feng Chu has been smoking since he was a teenager, at first he kept it a secret from his mother, but later he left his mother to go to school in Europe, no one restrained him.

Feng Chu himself didn't think there was anything bad about this, but after seeing Ling Yi, he suddenly realized that this might bring Ling Yi bad.

Ling Yi has no human atmosphere at all, Feng Chu doesn't want him to be contaminated in any way.

The distance between the two was so close, Feng Chu's gaze stayed on Ling Yi's face all the time, and the heat in his gaze couldn't be hidden even if he wanted to.

As long as Ling Yi can see it, he can guess Feng Chu's bold intentions.

Feng Chu said not to smoke, but couldn't help but lit another cigarette. He took two puffs and stuffed it into Ling Yi's mouth. Ling Yi's expression was very calm, and he didn't think anything was wrong.

"I'm a bit busy these days," Feng Chu blew smoke on Ling Yi's emaciated face, "My family forced me to go on a blind date."

These shouldn't be mentioned to Ling Yi, and he wouldn't understand even if he told Ling Yi.

Ling Yi was young, and when he was supposed to be in college, marriage had nothing to do with him.

"Blind date?"

Ling Yi really didn't know much about this. He smoked with Feng Chu's hand, exhaled the smoke circle and said casually: "If the other party can be liked by Mr. Feng, he must be a very good person."

Feng Chu pressed the cigarette into the ashtray next to him, and took a scarf to wrap around Ling Yi layer by layer.

Ling Yi's curly hair was partially covered by the scarf, and his flaxen curly hair grew to his neck. Feng Chu reached in with his fingers and pulled it out.

Feng Chu likes outdoor sports such as horseback riding, rock climbing, and skiing. His fingers are long and rough, with a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.The skin on the side of Ling Yi's neck was warm and thin, as white as ice and snow, where Feng Chu's calloused fingertips were touched with red marks.

Feng Chu only felt that the place touched by his fingertips was more delicate and delicate than the softest petals, and the touch was extremely comfortable. The warm feeling touched Feng Chu's fingers as if entering water, making people forget where he was for a moment.

Of course, a strong man like Feng Chu with rough skin and thick flesh doesn't understand why Ling Yi's skin is so delicate, it can leave traces with a light touch, but what if it is squeezed hard?

Ling Yi felt more obvious pain, he frowned slightly: "Mr. Feng?"

Feng Chu lowered his head and said to Ling Yi, "Have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"No."

Feng Chu's voice was hoarse: "Where's your boyfriend?"

"……nor."

Feng Chu was about to ask Ling Yi if he wanted to be his boyfriend.

At this time, Dr. Zhao came back.

Dr. Zhao saw that Feng Chu was so close to Ling Yi that his mouth was on Ling Yi's hair. He immediately became vigilant and coughed suddenly: "Cough cough."

Feng Chu is much taller than Ling Yi, and he has such a strong physique. Dr. Zhao heard that Feng Chu has practiced boxing and martial arts since he was a child, and he is also an amateur boxer. It is possible to sit Ling Yi on his strong shoulder with one hand.

Poor Ling Yi is not only blind, but in front of Feng Chu, his force value is almost equal to nothing.

Ling Yi was like a small snow-white animal whose neck was pinched by a hunter. He was so weak that he couldn't even cry, how could he break free from the restraint.

Feng Chu glanced at Dr. Zhao indifferently.

Dr. Zhao took the vacuum flask that Ling Yi put aside: "Xiao Yi, you haven't finished your wolfberry water, remember to drink it. I just talked to the dean about what you said, and the dean said it's okay."

While speaking, Dr. Zhao couldn't help but look at Feng Chu, a wolf with a big tail.

Ling Yi buttoned up his coat: "OK."

"Let Nurse Liu take you for another eye massage." Doctor Zhao wanted to take Ling Yi away, "I have something to talk to Nurse Feng."