Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

"Are you still drinking?"

"No." Bai Yangyang shook his head, lacking energy.

Zhan Beixiao put her down, "Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately."

She doesn't actually feel hungry.

Zhan Beixiao helped her pull out the needle, covered the needle with cotton, and covered the quilt again: "Wait for me, I'll get you something to eat."

Bai Yangyang looked at his back, in a trance for a moment.

Unexpectedly, after a whole night of nonsense, it turned out to be a cold.

Zhan Beixiao left and returned, brought a bowl of white porridge to the table, and sat by the bed: "Open your mouth."

Bai Yangyang squinted her eyes, and obediently opened her mouth to eat.

It looks like porridge, but it actually has a taste.

Chicken soup is used as the base, and the porridge tastes very good. Once you eat it, it is soft and fragrant, which is intoxicating.

Seeing her cute appearance, Zhan Beixiao felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"It's okay. I didn't feel well a few days ago, so I can rest now."

After she finished her porridge, she held his hand and said, "I'm covered in sweat, can you take me to take a bath?"

Zhan Beixiao was worried that her cold would get worse, but wearing wet clothes was really uncomfortable.

He put down the small bowl, carried Bai Yangyang to the bathroom, took a shower as quickly as possible, then dressed her, changed the sheets, and put her on the bed: "You have a good rest, I'm processing the documents by the side, I'm not feeling well Let me know anytime, okay?"

Bai Yangyang really needed to rest, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep drowsily.

A few more hours passed after this sleep. Halfway through, Zhan Beixiao was worried that she would have a fever again, so he checked several times to see that there was nothing unusual about her, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

This time the cold was so severe that Bai Yangyang had to rest at home for a full week before barely getting better.

This week, Zhan Beixiao hardly closed his eyes, and never left Zhanyuan.

After Bai Yangyang was able to go to the ground, Zhan Beixiao would come to the consortium. That night, Bai Yangyang nestled on the sofa and waited for him until midnight.

The man came back and saw her curled up on the sofa, frowning: "Didn't the doctor say that you can't stay up late?"

Bai Yangyang stretched out his hand towards him: "But if you don't come back, I can only wait here for you."

Zhan Beixiao picked her up and wrapped her with a thin blanket: "Miss me?"

"want."

Bai Yangyang wrapped his arms around his waist: "I haven't eaten tonight, do you want to cook for me?"

Zhan Beixiao paused, "What do you want to eat?"

"Zhajiang noodles."

She had a cold and had a light diet for a week, and her mouth almost lost the taste.

Zhan Beixiao put her on the sofa, took off his suit jacket, walked into the kitchen, washed his hands and made soup.

Bai Yangyang squinted his eyes, propped his chin with his hands, looked at his back with full eyes.

He was the same as three years ago, he was still clean and neat when cooking, and he was unbelievably proficient.

Humming a little song, Bai Yangyang took out his mobile phone to take a picture of his back, and sent a Moments.

【I have a cold, wait for my husband to feed me. 】

After the circle of friends sent it out, it aroused many people's feedback in an instant.

Xu Wei: [It is said that the cold is caused by being too tired, Lord Zhan is really a beast. 】

Tidal: [Tired?Is there anything wrong with the company?Do you need help? 】

Xu Wei: [@潮消粉丝儿童. 】

Zhan Beiye: [I feel sorry for my sister-in-law, I also want to eat noodles with fried sauce, can you arrange it? 】

Zhan Si: [Don't be afraid of death, just go home and eat, you will be finished if you don't get it. 】

Zhan Beiye: [Forget it. 】

The world is worth it, it's better to be alive.

Seeing the message, Bai Yangyang stood up, walked into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around Zhan Beixiao's waist, and said with bright eyes, "Husband, should we try on wedding clothes tomorrow?"

"You have a cold, it's time to try."

Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, can't wait?"

Bai Yangyang snorted softly, naturally she couldn't wait, she couldn't wait to put on her wedding dress and marry him!

With a smile on his face, Zhan Beixiao made noodles with fried sauce, and the two of them returned to their room after eating and drinking enough.

Early the next morning, Bai Yangyang was brought to the designer's house by Zhan Beixiao.

The designer is a well-known Chinese dress designer in China, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. After saying hello, he took out the completed Chinese dress.

"Master Zhan, madam, the dress has been finished, you two can try it on, if there is anything inappropriate, modify it in time."

Bai Yangyang knew that Chinese dresses were beautiful, but he didn't expect them to be so good-looking!

The red fabric is covered with embroidered flowers. It is tailored for a slim fit. While modifying the figure, it can also cover up the shortcomings well. The most important thing is that every part has its own unique charm.

Bai Yangyang watched intently, Zhan Beixiao signaled the designer to step back, and walked to her side: "Do you need my help?"

Bai Yangyang did not refuse: "I want my husband to wear it for me."

Zhan Beixiao hadn't done anything drastic since he caught a cold, and Bai Yangyang deliberately provoked him.

Zhan Beixiao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, obviously couldn't help it, but he still restrained himself and helped her change into her wedding dress.

The collision between the Chinese-style dress and the fair skin outlines an intoxicating blush.

The waist is slender and too full to hold.

Zhan Beixiao was a little fascinated, clasped her waist, pressed her in front of the mirror, and devoured her little by little: "It's so beautiful."

Bai Yangyang pushed him, but failed.

"Don't worry, I won't do it. I just want Mrs. Zhan to know one thing." The man's hot breath sprayed over, making Bai Yangyang always feel uneasy.

"what?"

"I put the wedding dress on, so I have to take it off myself!"

Bai Yangyang bit his lip, hard, the smell of blood permeated, she gritted her teeth and scolded him in a low voice.

"Old beast."

Zhan Beixiao smiled triumphantly, "After a while, you will know what a real old beast is."

Bai Yangyang choked, and suddenly didn't want to get married, what should I do?
The wedding dress was very suitable, and Bai Yangyang was very satisfied. After leaving with Zhan Beixiao, he went to Mo's house.

Mo Qingshuang hadn't seen her daughter and grandson for a long time, and she was thinking hard.

The children were sent to the Mojia Manor by the nanny. As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard the sound of Mo Qingshuang coaxing the children, and the sound of Gong Zhong holding a rattle in his hand.

Bai Yangyang's eyes changed, and he walked in: "Uncle Gong, Mom."

Zhan Beixiao carried the fruit he just bought: "Mom, Uncle Gong."

Gong Qi got up: "Come right here, what kind of fruit do you bring? We have everything at home."

Zhan Beixiao smiled: "I bought it at the entrance of the community, thinking that my mother likes to eat, so I bought more."

The nanny took the things, picked some to wash, and brought them to the tea table.

When Mo Qingshuang heard that Bai Yangyang had caught a cold, she was quite worried. Seeing that she was recovering well, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Pay attention to your health, no matter how busy you are at work, you have to take care of your health."

Bai Yangyang cleared his throat, and said with distress: "I know."

Mo Qingshuang became more and more satisfied with Zhan Beixiao, and she had no objections since she had children, and she was also very enthusiastic about the wedding.

Bai Yangyang didn't have much energy, he had been tossed enough.

Just lie on the sofa and rest.

Zhan Beixiao chatted with Mo Qingshuang halfway, saw her fell asleep, and took her upstairs. Mo Qingshuang looked at his back and praised him.

"Look, how good and careful the man my daughter found!"

Gong Qi raised his eyebrows: "I'm not careful?"