The big men in the city knelt down and called me master

Chapter 210 He Takes Care of You All Night
Hearing Qiao Yichu's question, Mrs. He answered softly, "Since I woke up, I have seen my husband take care of Miss Qiao in the bedroom."

Mrs. He is getting old, and she hasn't slept for long.I got used to the routine in Yiyuan, and basically got up at four o'clock in the morning every day.The same goes for Mission Hills International.

She got up early in the master bedroom, but didn't enter the bedroom, and glanced at it when she saw that the door was open.Just as I was about to clean up, I heard the slight sound of keyboards coming from the room.

With curiosity, she stood at the door and took a look.

Only then did he realize that Bo Sichen was sitting by the bed, working meticulously.Qiao Yichu lay quietly on the bed, with several boxes of cold medicine on the bedside table.

Seeing these, Mrs. He roughly guessed that the little ancestor must be sick.Mr. Bo is taking care of her.

After following Bo Sichen's side for the past few years, Mrs. He has roughly felt a little bit of Bo Sichen's temper.It is not as difficult to serve as the rumors from the outside world.

Although most of the time at work, this guy is always iron-blooded and indifferent. Occasionally, when serving tea and water, you will hear him reprimanding his subordinates in a cold and severe tone, but for Miss Qiao, he is really good and has nothing to say.

But Miss Qiao in front of me, no matter what Bao Sichen did, she always looked neither cold nor cold.

When Qiao Yichu first lived in Yiyuan, she lost her temper with him all day long and didn't show good looks.One cry, two make trouble and three hang himself.As a servant, she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed, and even felt that Qiao Yichu didn't know good from bad.

No one in the entire imperial capital knows that Bo Sichen is the future leader of the Bo family consortium, so many celebrities are flocking to the Bo family in the imperial capital, but this Miss Qiao is the only one who can't avoid it.

However, Bo Sichen's face remained calm, and he calmly told Mrs. He to take good care of her and not let her leave.

If she hadn't accidentally bumped into Bao Sichen, who had always been calm and self-possessed before others, because Qiao Yichu threw the ring she gave into the paper bag, squatted down sadly, and turned the ring out again, the sour smile on the corners of her lips and the expression in her eyes With the turbulent complex emotions, maybe she also felt that Bao Sichen was just a novelty to Qiao Yichu.

After all, she has also been in this industry for many years, and has seen many second-generation ancestors raise women outside.

After listening to Mrs. He's words, Bao Sichen glanced at her with a half-hearted look, which seemed to be a bit of a warning.

Mrs. He has been working in Yiyuan for several years. She didn't understand why Bao Sichen didn't let herself tell Qiao Yichu about this, but she didn't ask any further questions and obediently shut up.

She didn't make light bulbs. After delivering the porridge, she took it to the door and went out.

Afraid of Qiao Yichu's psychological burden, Bo Sishen explained in a half-true way: "Don't listen to Mrs. He's nonsense, the Xinghai case has some problems that I need to deal with personally."

He stirred the porridge, then blew it cool carefully: "Try it and see?"

This is the first time for Bo Sichen to make preserved egg and lean pork porridge, and he found the recipe on the Internet temporarily.

Qiao Yi had a strong taste in food at first, but now that she is sick, she is even more picky.

Although white porridge is suitable for patients, Bo Sichen was afraid that she would not eat it and the recovery would be slow, so he went to search it.

Qiao Yichu rubbed her belly, she fell ill for no reason, and her sense of taste became dull. The white porridge had no taste, so she didn't want to eat it.

This bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge is just right.

She was afraid that Bao Sichen would see the clue, so she obediently sipped the porridge he fed her.Looking at the bottomless bowl of porridge, Bo Sichen probably knew that she liked it.I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)