Surrogate wife every step of the way

He wanted to hold onto the edge of the bed to walk, but before he could do it, he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Sun Mengjiao had quick eyesight and quick hands, so she went up to help her, and said helplessly, "You won't listen to what I said. You just got up and don't have much strength. Wherever you want to go, I'll help you."

As soon as she came over, there was a faint scent wafting into his nostrils, which made him a little dazed.

"Help me to the bathroom." His voice was hoarse, but still a little embarrassed.

Sun Mengjiao was stunned for a moment, her steps paused a little bit, a little embarrassed, but she still subconsciously helped him to walk to the bathroom.

When he is a patient!she hypnotized herself.

Besides, it's not like I haven't seen his body at all, isn't it a special situation now!

She lowered her head and only stared at the ground, but she really couldn't ignore him. He leaned against her ear, and the breath from him made her face turn red.

"Slow down." Sun Mengjiao couldn't help reminding the door of the toilet, which was a bit narrow.

Seeing that his footsteps stopped suddenly, he didn't go inside, and looked sideways at him suspiciously, which happened to bump into his deep black eyes.

The four eyes met, and her face became more and more like a fire.

"I'm going to the toilet, why are you blushing?" Seeing her like this, Zhao Zifeng still couldn't help wanting to tease her.

The corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she suddenly became angry after being teased by him, and pushed him in, "Momochiji, come on!"

Although this strength is not heavy, it may be too much for a person who cannot stand steadily.

He staggered and held on to the door of the bathroom. The door opened inwards. He couldn't stabilize his body and was about to fall forward.

Sun Mengjiao was startled, opened her eyes wide, raised her feet and burrowed inside, supported his fallen body, panted and said, "I'm scared to death."

Just after she finished speaking, she couldn't stand and almost fell down. Fortunately, he wrapped her arms around her waist, and those powerful big hands supported her back, which saved her from falling.

He stood at the door, although his body was still a little weak, but the heat was continuously coming from the palms around her waist, burning her waist, until the ordinary beating little heart in the chest cavity.

Because of his excessive movements, the neckline of his hospital gown was slanted open, revealing the fine muscle texture inside.

And one of her hands was around his waist, and the fingertips of the other hand had already penetrated into his neck.

Obviously, this gesture is too ambiguous.

"On purpose?" Zhao Zifeng stared at her with deep eyes, seeing that the blush on her face had reached the ears, he suddenly said.

"You did it on purpose!"

After Sun Mengjiao was distracted for a while, she immediately regained her senses because of his words, she hurriedly retreated from his embrace, and walked out avoiding his gaze.

By the way, he immediately closed the bathroom door, patted his hot cheeks lightly and said softly: "Wake up!"

After waiting for a while, the door still didn't move, so she couldn't help feeling worried, knocked on the door and asked, "Are you okay? Are you going to faint again?"

After all, the doctor said that after the stomach bleeding, his body was very weak, and he didn't eat much. If he fainted in it, it would be very dangerous.

"Take a bath." The low -mellow male voice came in it, even if the sound of water was mixed with the sound of water, it still made people hear clearly.

Sun Mengjiao let out an embarrassing oh, and didn't ask any more questions.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and almost half an hour later, the bathroom door still didn't move.

Sun Mengjiao frowned, the sound of the water inside was gone, there was no sound at all, she wouldn't be fainted by the heat.

She knocked again tentatively, but the person inside didn't answer. She became more anxious and knocked on the door again, planning to open from the outside if there was no response.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the doorknob was turned, the door was pulled open by the people inside.

She still kept twisting the handle without moving.

Zhao Zifeng looked indifferent, and he came out slowly and asked, "Are you worried about me? Or do you want to come in and take a look?"

These words choked back what Sun Mengjiao wanted to say, she rolled her eyes, supported him, and said duplicity: "If you didn't become like this after eating the Mala Tang I cooked, I definitely wouldn't be here to take care of you now."

"Then you're not here, where do you want to go?" Zhao Zifeng walked slowly to the side of the hospital bed.

"Go..." Sun Mengjiao choked again, not knowing what to do, since she really had nowhere to go, she closed her mouth and helped him onto the bed.

The smell on his body has changed slightly. The smell of male hormones is also mixed with the fragrance after bathing, which makes people feel refreshed.

"That bed you sleep in tonight." Zhao Zifeng lay down on the bed, pointing to another hospital bed next to him.

Sun Mengjiao glanced at the hospital bed next to her, frowned, and lay down obediently.

Although the lights in the ward were all extinguished, there was still a dim light shining in the corridor of the hospital, faintly seeping through the crack in the door.

She stared at the lights, dazed.

The room was very quiet, and it seemed that there was only the sound of breathing on both sides, but there were occasional footsteps outside.

I don't know how long it took, but Sun Mengjiao tossed and turned on the hospital bed several times, but she still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Lying here, she always thinks of the old days, when her father was sick and hospitalized, and there was no one around, and she was all by her side.

She was still young at that time, and she felt uncomfortable when she smelled the disinfectant in the ward, but she endured it in order to take care of her father.

Even now, she is still not used to the taste.

In her eyes, in addition to the unbearable smell of disinfectant in the hospital, there are also life and death.

Zhao Zifeng could hear her rustling, tossing and turning.

She couldn't sleep, and neither could he.

He got up suddenly and turned on the light.

Sun Mengjiao was stabbed by the strong light, she closed her eyes subconsciously, looked at Zhao Zifeng who had already got up, saw him throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, and asked suspiciously: "Where are you going?"

"Go home." With a flat voice, he walked to the end of her bed by holding the edge of the bed.

She immediately jumped up from the bed in a jerk, got out of bed and helped him to persuade him: "You are not in good health yet, you need to rest in the hospital for two more days."

Zhao Zifeng went straight out and said to her, "Bring the documents."

Sun Mengjiao still wanted to persuade her, but when she saw that he had already gone out on her own, she pursed her lips and went back to get the documents helplessly, and hurriedly followed.

"You are still sick, don't go so fast!" She lagged behind and warned.

Zhao Zifeng waited at the elevator entrance, turned his head and looked at Sun Mengjiao who was running up behind him, saw her standing still, and stretched out his arms in front of her eyes, "Help me."

She was stunned for a while, since he was a patient, she pursed her lips and supported his arm, and walked into the elevator.

The two came out of the elevator, and when they got to the car, Sun Mengjiao suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Haven't you gone through the discharge procedures yet?"

"Get in the car first, I'll go through the formalities." Seeing him open the car door, Sun Mengjiao planned to go back and go through the formalities.

But he was grabbed by Zhao Zifeng.

"You don't need to worry about this matter, the assistant will take care of it tomorrow."

Not to mention, even though he was sick and looked weak, the force of this pull was not small.

After speaking, he threw the car keys in his hand to Sun Mengjiao.

"I'm a patient, you drive."

……

Yisun drove home safely, Sun Mengjiao supported Zhao Zifeng and walked upstairs slowly, very carefully.

After entering the bedroom, Sun Mengjiao exerted great strength to help him onto the bed, hesitated for a while, and helped him take off his shoes.

Then moved his feet to the bed, and involuntarily told him: "Take a good rest, don't run around, you know?"

As soon as the words fell, Sun Mengjiao felt that she seemed to use the wrong words, why did she seem to coax him like a child?

She covered him with the quilt in embarrassment, and was about to leave.

"Don't go!" Zhao Zifeng stretched out his hand and took her slender white hand suddenly, his deep voice seemed to be bewitching, mellow and full of pleading.

Sun Mengjiao didn't know if it was her own illusion. How could someone like Zhao Zifeng, standing at the top of the pyramid, show such emotions?
She pursed her lips and said unnaturally: "It's so late, you go to bed early, and I will take care of you tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zifeng exerted a lot of strength in his hands and directly pulled her onto the bed, and she jumped on him unexpectedly.

The two looked at each other directly, and her eyes reflected his deep and deep black pupils, and something surged inside.

Sun Mengjiao put her hands on the bed as much as possible, kept a distance from him, and tried to lie on her side.

But his hands were too tight, and he couldn't get down at all.

She said incoherently: "I... Be careful... I've crushed you."

Only then did Zhao Zifeng compromise slightly and let her lie on his side, but he still didn't move his hands away. One hand passed through the back of her neck, and the other was around her waist, holding her sideways in his arms.

"I..." Listening to the strong heartbeat in his chest, Sun Mengjiao couldn't help being lost in thought, wanting to get out of his arms.

But Zhao Zifeng's voice muffled from his chest, "Sleep."

Sun Mengjiao swallowed all the words, rolled her eyes twice, thinking how could she sleep in his arms?
Who knows, within a few minutes, she fell into a drowsy sleep.

I don't know if it's too sleepy?Or would it be safer to sleep in his arms?
Zhao Zifeng reached for the light switch and turned off all the bedside lights. In the darkness, he could only see the outline of her face, and the faint fragrance wafting from her hair, which smelled very pleasant.

Wen Xiangnenyu was in his arms, and he couldn't hold on anymore, but thinking of her hard work in taking care of her, he suppressed all those thoughts.

Gradually he couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.

When she woke up, the light outside the window was still dim, but the interior objects and decorations could already be seen clearly.

She looked at the man beside her. It was the same posture as when she fell asleep last night. His hand was still pressed under her neck. It had been a whole night, and she didn't know whether it was numb or not.

She came out of his arms gently, afraid of disturbing him, she finally withdrew from his arms, held her breath and looked at him, whether she was awakened.

Seeing that he was still breathing steadily and his eyes were tightly closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She went downstairs and into the kitchen, made millet porridge, fried eggs, and toast for him.

As soon as it was brought out, Zhao Zifeng came down from the stairs in a suit of well-cut pajamas.

Just like his suit, it perfectly outlines his tight and muscular body curves, and further sets off his body proportions.

The morning light came in from the window of the staircase, and he stood against the light. His tight shoulder armor weakened the light, but made his facial contours more resolute and three-dimensional.

After a night of rest last night, although his face was still a little pale, his walking was stable, so there should be no serious problems.

"You're hungry, come down and eat!" She hurriedly urged after a little dazed.

Zhao Zifeng glanced at the breakfast on the dining table, and felt strange in his heart.

Sun Mengjiao raised her wrist to check the time, exclaimed, ran to the side of the sofa, picked up her bag, and ran to the door.

"Let's go after eating." Zhao Zifeng sat at the dining table, seeing that the chopsticks on her seat hadn't been moved, his expression froze, and his voice was commanding.

Sun Mengjiao frowned, folded back again, glanced at Zhao Zifeng, and grabbed a bread film: "It's too late, you eat slowly, and doctors say that nourishing the stomach is best to drink porridge. The remaining porridge is in the pot. You can also eat at noon."