The next day, Su Jiangyuan got up early. After nearly two hours, she made a cup of blood-tonifying soup. For this reason, she went to ask for experience with the chef Zhao Ma of Wei's family.

On the way to the hospital, she even called the kindergarten to ask for leave.

In order to completely deal with Wen Chengyu, Su Jiangyuan really felt that he had lost a lot of hair recently.

He walked into the ward with the insulation bucket, and Wen Chengyu was about to bend down to put on his shoes.

"A Yu, don't move." Su Jiangyuan put down the insulation bucket with a nervous look on his face and ran over and bent down. "Don't move, I'll help you." She helped him put on his shoes, raised her head and looked at Wen Chengyu very seriously, "Your wound has just healed, so you can't do too much movement. You can just call me like this in the future!"

Wen Chengyu looked down at the little woman's eyes as expected and frowned slightly. The next second, he supported his hands on the bed and slowly stood up.

She wanted to go over and support him again, but he opened his hand, "Don't worry, I can't die."

He has a bad temper.

Su Jiangyuan followed behind him, curled his lips and muttered in a low voice.

"Su Jiangyuan, what did you say just now?" He turned around and looked at her coldly. She blinked her eyes and replied innocently, "No, I mean our Ayu has a good foundation and will soon be full of energy."

She wrapped her arms around him with a thick face and helped him walk to the sofa to sit down. This time, he did not push her away again.

In fact, half a month has passed, and even the deepest wounds should be healed. In addition to being unable to move vigorously, Wen Chengyu had already moved freely and could take care of himself. Otherwise, he would not have seen any signs of Zhuang Wei for so long.

After all, Su Jiangyuan was just in trouble.

"A Yu, I'll make soup for you." Su Jiangyuan took a pillow and stuffed it on Wen Chengyu's back, walked around the coffee table and sat down on the other side, opened the insulation bucket on the coffee table, and a fragrance came to her face, vaguely mixed with some unknown Chinese medicine smell.

Su Jiangyuan poured out a small bowl and pushed it to Wen Chengyu, laughing, "You were injured and lost too much blood. Zhao Ma said that drinking this soup not only nourishes blood but also nourishes the body."

"Ma Zhao?" Wen Chengyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Seeing that he didn't move, Su Jiangyuan pushed the bowl to him again, "Yes, I went to ask Zhao Ma for advice. The ingredients were all made by her for me. There were too many ingredients, and I didn't remember it for a while. I'll ask again tomorrow. A Yu, why don't you drink it?"

Wen Chengyu frowned and moved his eyes away from the dark soup, glanced at Su Jiangyuan lightly, "Don't be hungry."

Su Jiangyuan was stunned, and stood up and picked up the small bowl and sat next to Wen Chengyu, "This is not enough to satisfy your hunger," she scooped a spoonful, put it to her mouth and blew it, and handed it to Wen Chengyu's mouth, "It's very replenishing."

The thick Chinese medicine taste could not be concealed even if it was deliberately covered up by the taste of other foods. Wen Chengyu frowned deeper, and after a while, he opened his mouth and drank all the soup in the spoon.

Seeing that Su Jiangyuan was about to lower his head to scoo up again, Wen Chengyu's voice sank, "Enough."

Su Jiangyuan stepped down on her shoulder and looked at Wen Chengyu with a struggle, "Really, it's hard to drink?"

"Try it."

Su Jiangyuan scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth. Before he could taste it, he had already opened his mouth and spit it out, "Well, it's so bitter."

Wen Chengyu raised his hand and wanted to get a tissue with a conditioned reflex. He reached halfway through his hand and shrank back. The disgust in his tone was very strong, "Wipe your mouth, it's so ugly."

Su Jiangyuan took a tissue and wiped his mouth randomly, looked at Wen Chengyu, and then looked at the soup that had been brewed for two hours in front of him, which was a little embarrassed.

It seems that it is really a bit difficult to force A Yu to drink like this.

Forget it.

He is a patient, and he cannot be unhappy in order to give him a good body.

After all, that taste...it's really ecstatic.

Su Jiangyuan was still hesitating whether to pour out the soup with the insulated bucket. When the door was pushed open, Zhuang Wei walked in with a brisk look on his face. "Young Master Wen, the examination result said that your health has recovered well." Seeing Su Jiangyuan open his mouth and smiled loudly, "Young Madam, you are here, Young Master Wen has been..." Before you finished speaking, Zhuang Wei was swept up by a sudden cold eye and a gust of cold wind was cold on his back.

"I mean, I'll feel relieved if you come to take care of Mr. Wen."

Su Jiangyuan nodded, "Well, don't worry, I will take good care of A Yu." After saying that, he glanced at Wen Chengyu on the sofa, Su Jiangyuan felt a little guilty.

Is this a bit late to say now?

Zhuang Wei narrowed his eyes and swept around the two of them, and decided to leave some time for them to be alone. So he raised various inspection lists in his hand and said, "I'll give the inspection results to Mr. Jing and hear what he said."

Su Jiangyuan walked to the door step by step and took the order from Zhuang Wei, "I'll go, I just happen to want to know A Yu's physical recovery recently."

Zhuang Wei looked at Wen Chengyu with a confused look on his face, and the latter had an expression that had nothing to do with me. Zhuang Wei grinned, "That's thank you for your hard work, young lady."

Su Jiangyuan drove away with her front feet, Wen Chengyu stretched out his hand and placed it on the coffee table. The lid was opened and the heat-fired insulation bucket was slowly opened. He frowned and looked at it, "It looks so ugly."

However, I still raised my hand and picked up the spoon, leaned forward slightly, and scooped a spoonful and put it in my mouth.

The bitter and greasy smell spreads in the mouth in an instant.

Wen Chengyu frowned and scooped another spoonful. He almost held his breath and swallowed it.

"Mr. Wen, what?" Zhuang Wei leaned over, took a look first, then leaned over and smelled it, and immediately pinched his nose and frowned, "Well...Mr. Wen, it smells so bad, why should a man make things difficult for his taste buds?"

Wen Chengyu glanced at him lightly, scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Then, another spoonful.

Zhuang Wei twitched when he saw the corners of his mouth. After a while, he finally reacted and slapped his thighs, "I understand, is this what the young lady did, right?"

It's true that Mingming was dressed neatly in the morning and was waiting for his wife to come. Mingming cared about her wife's feelings and didn't want her to lose her hard work. She endured the pain and wanted to drink it all.

Can he say that his boss is not a little bit of indifference, but a lot of indifference!

While speaking, Wen Chengyu had already scooped a lot of spoons, and in a blink of an eye, a insulation bucket was gradually seen. He handed Zhuang Wei the few remaining insulation buckets to him, "There is still left." The meaning is very obvious, I'll give you a drink.

Zhuang Wei quickly jumped back and shook his head and rattled it, "No need for Young Master Wen, this is the young lady's wish after all, it's too wasteful to drink it for me." He didn't want to drink it. The taste was so sour enough just by smelling it.

Wen Chengyu's eyes were like ice, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Hell!"

Zhuang Wei: "..."

Half an hour later, Su Jiangyuan walked out of Jing Keliang's office.

Although the injuries were not light, Wen Chengyu's physical foundation was good enough, so the car accident and gunshot wounds did not cause much damage to him.

Su Jiangyuan was very satisfied with this result.

Her Ayu's health has recovered very well, and I believe she will be resurrected in full blood soon.

She was happy, lowered her head and looked at the checklist in her hand again, and pushed the door in without raising her head. "A Yu--" she saw Zhuang Wei holding the insulation she brought with her, and a black head was buried inside, just not licking it clean.

Su Jiangyuan's little face turned black and dark, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Logically speaking, Wen Chengyu clearly didn't like it, and it would be the same for anyone to drink it. But Su Jiangyuan was inexplicably perverted and thought that the soup was poured and made her feel more comfortable than letting Zhuang Wei drink it.

Zhuang Wei moved his handsome face out of the insulation bucket. He was about to meet Su Jiangyuan frowned and looked at him. His hands shook, and the insulation bucket was placed on the coffee table next to him. "Mrs. Young lady, I just think it's a pity to pour it out. Young Master Wen doesn't need to replenish it, so it's good to replenish me."

Su Jiangyuan took the knife without hesitation, "You will waste it if you drink it."

Zhuang Wei was crying.

Can he say that he was actually forced to drink by his pervert and the introverted boss? Not only did he have to drink it all, but he must drink it until Su Jiangyuan appears.

Why?

Isn’t it just to make Su Jiangyuan think that this soup has penetrated Zhuang Wei’s stomach instead of him?

Damn he is just a substitute. Those big-tonifying things have already been in the big boss's stomach!

Depend on!

Su Jiangyuan glanced at the insulation bucket that was not placed on the coffee table in disgust. She always felt that there was another man's saliva left on her head, which made her very unacceptable. She wrinkled her nose, leaned her head and swept around the room, but didn't find Wen Chengyu's figure, "Where is A Yuren?"

"Mr. Wen went for a walk in the garden downstairs."

Su Jiangyuan turned around and headed straight to the garden downstairs.

After a while, she saw Wen Chengyu's figure on the pebbled path in the garden. She was tall and straight. Even if he was sick and weak, the back that jumped into his eyes at this moment always gave people an inaccessible and noble alienation.

Su Jiangyuan trotted and followed Wen Chengyu, walked to him and held his arm, "A Yu, why did you run down by yourself? You should tell me!" She muttered in her mouth, while lowering her head and looking at the path ahead seriously, for fear that he would trip, "The wound is still recovering, please go slowly."

Wen Chengyu snorted coldly and shook Su Jiangyuan's hand away, "Su Jiangyuan, I'm not a child." The implication is obvious, he doesn't need her to be by his side.

The man's tone was cold, but he clearly had a silky accusation tone inside for no reason.

Su Jiangyuan was slightly stunned until he was still angry.

So he followed up with shamelessness and took advantage of the lack of the man's hand falling and quickly wrapped it up again, "I know you are not a child, but men are very fragile when they are sick and always need someone to pay for it."

Wen Chengyu replied with a sneer.

Su Jiangyuan suddenly felt that his tongue seemed to be eaten by a dog.

It seemed that he dug a hole and buried her in it.

"A Yu," Su Jiangyuan raised his head and looked at the man's face carefully, with a gloomy look.

Wen Chengyu took a few steps and felt that the pair of tangled arms were really clingy. From time to time, he gently rubbed his skin with his fingertips.

Wen Chengyu couldn't stand this feeling, itchy.

He raised his hand and pushed her hand away again.
Chapter completed!