Surrogate wife every step of the way

But the lights in the house were not turned on, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

"Are you okay?" She asked tentatively into the darkness, feeling the wall to try to find the light switch.

He heard a muffled hum in his voice, and then it was gone.

Sensing that something was wrong with him, she was in a hurry to find the switch quickly, her fingers fumbled randomly on the wall, and suddenly she touched it with a "click".

The room suddenly lit up.

She saw Zhao Zifeng also curled up on the bed, clutching his stomach, frowning, and the bedside lamp beside him had fallen to the ground.

Her first reaction was that it was caused by the Mala Tang she cooked. Like him, she had a bad stomach and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Zifeng seemed to be too uncomfortable to speak, and gave another muffled hum.

As they got closer, Sun Mengjiao realized that he was already dripping with cold sweat, his hair was wet, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his lips were cracked or bitten.

Compared to him, Sun Mengjiao's condition is much better. Although her stomach still hurts, she can at least walk.

"Do you also have a stomachache? Me too. Maybe I'll get you a cup of hot tea." Sun Mengjiao was about to go out after speaking, but was held back by Zhao Zifeng.

His voice was hoarse and he sounded in pain, "No, it's a stomach problem."

Sun Mengjiao was startled, she looked at his stomach, but didn't know what to do.She had never seen Zhao Zifeng like this before, no matter whether he was happy or sad, it was hard for people to see it from his face, let alone the painful look.

It must have hurt badly.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Sun Mengjiao gritted her teeth, slowly helped him up, put his hands on her shoulders, hugged his tight waist, and moved out step by step with difficulty.

The pain in his stomach was severe, Zhao Zifeng half-opened his eyes, and looked at the little woman next to him in a daze, as if he had been telling him, come on, don't be afraid...

His mind had already stopped thinking slowly, these two words kept coming back to his ears, and her fair side face was all in front of him.

Sun Mengjiao finally took him to the hospital and sent him to the emergency room, but she was so tired that she passed out.

When she woke up again, the doctor happened to come to check on her condition.

"Doctor, how is the man who came with me?" Sun Mengjiao asked as soon as she woke up, remembering Zhao Zifeng who had a severe stomachache last night, and grabbed the doctor's sleeve.

"What did you eat at night?" The doctor looked down at the case with a calm voice.

Sun Mengjiao thought about it, hesitated and said, "Ma La Tang."

The doctor looked up at Sun Mengjiao, his expression was not very good, and he accused: "I don't know how you, a wife, take care of your husband. If you have stomach problems, you can't eat spicy food."

"Doctor, we..." Sun Mengjiao was taken aback, trying to explain that the doctor actually regarded them as husband and wife, but after hearing what he said later, she swallowed the explanation back.

The doctor looked at her as if regretful, hesitant to speak, and eased his attitude, "Two days of recuperation in the hospital, drink some porridge to nourish the stomach, this time is not bad, if there is another time, I will It's not as simple as stomach bleeding."

"Thank you, doctor." Sun Mengjiao also had lingering fears, and stomach bleeding came out of a bowl of Malatang.

When the nurse came to measure the temperature, Sun Mengjiao asked, "Nurse, am I okay?"

She had touched her belly for quite a while just now, and the pain was gone at all.

The nurse nodded, "You're really fine. I'll take your temperature for you. If you don't have a fever, you can leave."

After Sun Mengjiao came out of the ward, she immediately went to the nurse's station to inquire about Zhao Zifeng's ward.

According to the ward number, she found Zhao Zifeng's ward, opened the door and entered, and saw him lying on the bed, his face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, Mengjiao was lying quietly on the drip.

A sense of guilt suddenly rose in her heart, she went to the bed and sat down.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you had a stomach problem..." Sun Mengjiao apologized in a low voice, although she knew he couldn't hear it now.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky outside was getting brighter.

She raised her wrist to check the time, it was exactly 07:30, hesitated for a while, and then asked Mr. Li for a day off.

A ray of sunlight came in in the morning and gradually expanded. Sun Mengjiao sat by the bed and watched him quietly.

Even in such a drowsy sleep, his outline is still resolute, and under the light, it is more three-dimensional and handsome.

Maybe God is really unfair, his appearance is already so good, but he is still a financial crocodile with a net worth of several billion.

Any point will make those women flock to it.

She dragged her cheeks with her hand, blinked her eyes, and suddenly stretched out her hand, trying to touch the bridge of his tall nose, stretched it halfway, and retracted it again.

For her, since it's a contract, the fake show can't be done for real, otherwise it will get out of hand, and it will definitely be more troublesome and difficult to solve than Luo Hao's matter.

She withdrew those thoughts appropriately and looked after him intently.

"Water..." came a low and hoarse voice.

When Sun Mengjiao heard the sound, she immediately rushed to the bedside, poured a cup of hot water and mixed it with the cold water, inserted a straw into it, and carefully fed him.

He seemed very thirsty and drank half a bottle of water before stopping.

She asked nervously, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Zhao Zifeng was completely awake, and there were still water stains on his mouth. Seeing him like this, Sun Mengjiao found it very attractive, so she hurriedly looked away.

Zhao Zifeng propped his hands on the bed, sat up, saw that she was still wearing yesterday's clothes, her eyes were black and blue, and she frowned, "You stayed with me all night?"

Sun Mengjiao smiled and covered it up: "No, I just came here."

Zhao Zifeng stared at her for a while with deep black eyes, then lifted the quilt and got ready.

But Sun Mengjiao pushed her back, "You haven't recovered from your illness, why are you getting up?"

When she thinks about her life, she is afraid.

When she was with her just now, she checked her phone and realized how dangerous stomach bleeding was.

Zhao Zifeng frowned, took the clothes from the bedside table, and said with a serious face: "Get out of the way, there are so many things in the company, I don't have time to spend in the hospital."

Sun Mengjiao just stood there motionless, holding back her hands, "I'm here, so don't even think about leaving."

Zhao Zifeng sullenly locked his eyes on her.

She went up to him without fear, took off the clothes in his hand, threw them on the chair next to him, covered him with the quilt, and said firmly, "Is your body important? Or is your work important? How can you work if you are dead? I will not let you leave the hospital today."

Zhao Zifeng propped up his hands, moved back, and leaned his back on the bed, seeing her face that was both shameless and serious, he was really helpless.

Sun Mengjiao met his gaze and cocked her neck, as if she was trying to be tougher than anyone else.

"I want to drink the porridge you cooked." He said lightly, with indifferent brows and eyes, but he was not angry.

Sun Mengjiao looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure you want me to cook?"

She cooked Malatang last night and made him like this, so why don't you let her cook it today?

"Otherwise? I cook?" Zhao Zifeng asked without answering.

Sun Mengjiao coughed lightly, "Okay, then I'll go back and cook it now."

Simply, his home is not far from the hospital, so he can cook it quickly without making him hungry.

Seeing her leave, Zhao Zifeng took the mobile phone from the bedside table and called the assistant.

Sun Mengjiao walked a few steps, afraid that he would suddenly run to the company alone while she was away, so she turned back and wanted to warn him.

Before he opened the door, he heard Zhao Zifeng talking on the phone inside.

"Send all the documents I have to deal with today to the hospital."

"Well, I know, the meeting and the schedule have been postponed. I'm afraid I can't do anything in the hospital these days."

……

A sense of guilt suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

It's all her fault. Cooking a Mala Tang can get someone into the hospital, but now it makes him unable to work properly.

She withdrew the hand that was about to twist the door, and left the ward lightly.

Because of her, Zhao Zifeng went to the hospital with stomach bleeding, and she secretly made up her mind to take care of his stomach.

After returning to Zhao's villa, she began to cook porridge. When she left the hospital, she asked the nurse what kind of porridge was suitable for people with stomach problems.

The nurse said that millet porridge nourishes the stomach the most.

So she deliberately went to the supermarket when she was with her grandson, bought a lot of millet, put it in the refrigerator, and planned to cook it for him every morning.

It's part of fulfilling her determination, too.

When she went to the hospital again, she also brought the plan that Mr. Li gave her.

Soon, it will arrive.

When she opened the door of the ward with the insulated box, she saw him sitting on the bed, flipping through the documents in his hand, with a serious face, and a drip on the back of his white hand.

"Drink the porridge first, and then work, or you won't have the energy." She opened the insulated box, and a strong rice fragrance immediately spread in the ward.

Zhao Zifeng was seeing the important point, so he just said indifferently: "Leave it alone, I'll drink it later."

She frowned slightly, put down the thermal box, grabbed the document in his hand and said, "You don't need to be in a hurry to read the document, right? You're hungry, and your stomach should hurt again later."

Zhao Zifeng looked at her, but he was not at all unhappy because she took away the documents.

She looked a little uncomfortable, picked up the thermos box and stuffed it into his hand, "Eat quickly."

Zhao Zifeng took it slowly and began to drink the porridge.

In the ward, it was so quiet that only the sound of him drinking porridge was left. Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound, which was especially abrupt.

Sun Mengjiao hurriedly covered her stomach, frowned slightly, and didn't look at his expression.

She kept remembering his illness, and forgot that she hadn't eaten yet. Now her stomach growled, which was too embarrassing.

"You can eat the rest." Zhao Zifeng handed the thermos box towards her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sun Mengjiao looked at the insulated box he handed over, and saw the millet porridge was golden in color, thickly boiled, and full of fragrance. She swallowed, but pushed it back and said, "Eat it, I'll eat it by myself later."

Zhao Zifeng put the thermos box on the bedside table, and said inexplicably, "That's right, I have a stomach problem, I've eaten it, let you eat it, it's not good if you get infected, I don't want to eat it, just throw it away."

Sun Mengjiao was startled, she didn't mean that.

She bit her lip, took the insulated box, hesitated, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

This is what she boiled for a long time to make it so thick, what a pity to pour it out.

Although Zhao Zifeng looked down at the document, a smile flashed in his eyes the moment he lowered his head.

There was a thick pile of documents stacked on the bedside table on the other side of him. Just looking at it, he felt that the workload was a bit huge.

But she wasn't much help either.

She took out the proposal that Mr. Li gave her from the bag at the back, and concentrated on studying it.

The ward was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pens writing on paper.

Sun Mengjiao frowned lightly, tapped her cheek lightly with a pen, looking at a few points on the plan book.

Her hair hung down her chest and was tied up with a scrunchie at will.

It looks like a white-collar worker working hard.

Zhao Zifeng cast his eyes occasionally, just like this.

"What's the problem?"

Sun Mengjiao raised her eyes, "It's not really a problem, it's just that there are a few points in this plan that need to be investigated on the spot, and subjective speculation is too one-sided."