721: C721 Mind Pet

C721 Mind Pet

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Okay."

Mu Shinian held her phone until Tong Wanzhi took the initiative to speak, "Hey, quickly go and rest. Don't speak anymore."

"Yes."

She hung up the phone.

Mu Shinian held the bowl of iced pears and said helplessly, "I really can't drink anymore."

This was already the third bowl.

She felt that her stomach was filled with water.

She was really full.

Bo Qian pushed the bowl in front of her. "You must drink it. This is to reduce the fire."

Mu Shinian's face was about to lose its luster.

She frowned in pain. She picked up the bowl of iced pears and drank another bowl. Before she could relax, a piece of soup was handed to her.

Mu Shinian took it in despair and dug out a piece of stewed pear and ate it expressionlessly.

Bo Qian raised his hand and touched her forehead. "No fever."

Of course not.

It was just that her throat was burning.

Mu Shinian's throat was in great pain. She did not want to say another word.

Bo Qian also understood that she was in pain, so he patted her head, "Go to sleep early, and don't eat those things that are too spicy in the future."

It was delicious.

Mu Shinian thought embarrassingly.

Bo Qian stared at her furry head. Seeing her silent confrontation, he added, "Delicious is not good either."

Fine, you have a point.

Mu Shinian hugged an unfinished novel and hid under the blanket. Then, she turned on the bedside lamp.

Bo Qian helplessly muttered, "He's getting better at ordering people around."

After muttering to himself, he put away the bowls and chopsticks, turned off the lamp, and walked out.

The butler went out to buy things and came back. When he saw that Bo Qian had messed up the kitchen, he watched speechlessly at the door for a while.

"Young master, what did you do?"

"Sweet pears."

Bo Qian did not even turn his head. He washed a bowl and said, "You can clean up the rest."

"Uh..."

The butler did not have any objections.0

What he could not understand was: "Young Master, are you sure that you are stewing an ice sugar pear instead of exploding the kitchen? Also, how many pears have you stewed? Why are there so many pears in the trash can? "

There were at least a dozen of them.

Bo Qian had an uneasy expression on his face. "Why do you care about me?"

"No, no, no. As long as young master is happy!" When the butler saw his expression change, he immediately changed his words.

Bo Qian wiped his hands before going upstairs in satisfaction.

The butler stared at the mess and nodded speechlessly. "Not bad, you have improved. You even know how to love your wife."

He did not need to look to know who had prepared all this for.

Bo Qian had probably never cooked a meal for himself in his life.

...

The next day.

Mu Shinian was so angry that she could not even make a sound.

Bo Qian stared at her for a long time. In the end, he still took her to the hospital.

It was still the expert. He checked and prescribed the medicine. "Drink more water. It will probably hurt for one or two days."

Mu Shinian's expression became even more hopeless.

It would still hurt for another day or two? Just because she ate a few Sichuan Cuisine? The price was too high.

"Serves you right. You are not allowed to eat them in the future." Bo Qian took the medicine, paid the money, and immediately put down the ban.

Mu Shinian looked up faintly and looked at him expressionlessly. Just as she was about to say something, a piece of moisturizing candy was thrown into her mouth.

She licked it and it was quite sweet.

When Bo Qian saw her like this, his throat tightened and he subconsciously turned his face away.

"I've been drinking porridge for the past few days until you get better."

Mu Shinian bit the candy and nodded with a numb face.

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