After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"Sit down and eat together!" Qiao Ran smiled warmly.

Zhou Yu immediately rushed over like a rocket and sat next to Cheng Zhiyuan.

"Wow, Ms. Qiao, your cooking skills are really delicious. Even simple vegetables are cooked so deliciously. It's a pity that you don't open a restaurant!"

After Zhou Yu sighed, he thought of Qiao Ran's astonishing medical skills. He charged 20 billion yuan just to treat his sweetheart, so why open a restaurant?

How many dishes do you have to make to earn 20 billion?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu looked at Qiao Ran with even more admiration.

There is a mysterious big boss who has been lurking for many years by my side, and I can eat the dishes cooked by the big boss. Life is really happy.

Zhou Yu felt that happiness in life was nothing more than that, but Wen Shimo felt that life was very hard.

Because he hadn't eaten Qiao Ran's food for 49 days.

Not only does my stomach miss it very much, but all the cells in my body are clamoring to rush over - eat!

"I didn't lie to you, did I, Qiao Ran's skills are great?" Cheng Zhiyuan laughed.

"You didn't lie to me, Ms. Qiao, your cooking skills are amazing. This is the best meal I've ever eaten in my life." Zhou Yu praised quickly.

Seeing the three of them chatting and laughing, full of praise for Qiao Ran's cooking, Wen Shimo who was at the side felt even more ashamed of the dishes in front of him.

Especially Qiao Ran's smiling eyes when he was talking to them was more dazzling than these unsightly meals.

Wen Shimo's dark eyes flashed, and he made a plan.

He slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, pretending to accidentally fall to the ground, and at the same time knocked over the food on the table.

"Ah..." Wen Shimo, who flopped on the ground, groaned in pain.

"Mr. Wen, why did you fall!" Zhou Yu quickly put down his chopsticks and ran over to help Wen Shimo.

"I wanted to go to the bathroom, but when I got out of bed, I pulled my ribs and accidentally fell to the floor." Wen Shimo explained in a painful voice.

Zhou Yu's hand, who was holding Wen Shimo, stiffened. Based on what he had known about his family's boss for so many years, he would never waste his time explaining such a humiliating thing like falling down in the toilet.

Looking at the messy food all over the place, Zhou Yu immediately guessed Wen Shimo's real intention.

His boss wants to eat the dishes made by his ex-wife.

During the recent period, the boss of his family has been injured several times because of Qiao Ran, and this time he almost took his life.

This is the legend that after going around, it is found that the husband and wife are still the original spouse, okay?

Zhou Yu had always been suspicious in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

Afraid of being silenced by his boss.

Knowing the secret that he wants to turn back, can he still live safely?

"Mr. Wen, you are really, I am here, you can just call me, why do you want to get out of bed by yourself, it hurts, I will help you to the bathroom."

A few minutes later, Zhou Yu helped Wen Shimo out of the bathroom.

"This food is all scattered on the floor, and it will take time to buy it again. Wen is always a sick person, and being hungry for a long time will affect his recovery. Miss Qiao, can you ask Mr. Wen to sit down and eat some?" Zhou Yu begged. Looking at Qiao Ran carefully.

Qiao Ran raised his head like a swan, looked at Wen Shimo outside the window, and groaned in his heart.

With his skill, would he make such a low-level wrestling mistake?

It was obviously intentional just now.

"Then... alright!" Qiao Ran compromised.

Although it was intentional, the body still fell firmly to the ground.

The ribs are still broken, so how can I go through such a toss?

Qiao Ran didn't want to see him acting like a monster, so he chose to compromise.

"No, I'm not hungry." Wen Shimo raised his head and refused coldly.

"Mr. Wen, you are a patient now, so don't lose your temper. Your health is the most important thing. There are still many things waiting for you to deal with in the company." Zhou Yu begged from the side, cooperating with Wen Shimo to act and give him Find the stairs.

"Since Wen's still has tens of thousands of employees waiting for me to support, then I will try to make it a little bit harder!" Wen Shimo said and sat down beside Qiao Ran.

Zhou Yu: "..."

Since when did his big boss love acting like this?

Also, isn't it a bit unpalatable?

Why are the plates empty before they pick up a few chopsticks?

Wen Shimo sat on the hospital bed more than one meter wide, full of food and drink, feeling infinitely satisfied.

This was the best time he had eaten since the divorce.

The woman's culinary skills have really improved, especially the casserole of herbal soup, which has a faint medicinal fragrance, but it tastes without any bitterness of medicine, and some only have endless aftertaste. Comfortable.

Cheng Zhiyuan and Zhou Yu also sat on the sofa beside them with satisfied faces, covering their stomachs with expressions of enjoyment.

Although they didn't eat as many dishes as Wen Shimo, they didn't drink less soup, which was enough to make them feel satisfied.

Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran who was playing games with his mobile phone at the dining table in front of him, his black eyes flickered a few times.

"Have you found a solution to Jiang Jianqing's illness?" Wen Shimo asked in a deep voice.

Cheng Zhiyuan sighed: "No, Jiang's family cried so much that their eyes were swollen in front of the intensive care unit. They begged us to operate on Mr. Jiang as soon as possible. We have more than enough energy to solve it with surgery.”

"Life and death are up to fate. Mr. Jiang is 80 years old. Even if he leaves now, it will be a happy funeral. The Jiang family doesn't need to force him to stay." Zhou Yu expressed his opinion.

"That's what I said, but Mr. Jiang is the founding general of the country. With him around, no one would dare to touch the Jiang family. Of course, the descendants of the Jiang family want to protect him with all their might. Moreover, Mr. Jiang is indeed a good man loved by all people. It is our pride as doctors to make him live a few more years, but it is a pity that my medical skills are not good." Cheng Zhiyuan said full of regret and self-blame.

"There is no end to medical skills. You are a doctor and a mortal. Ordinary people can't compete with King Yama. Mr. Jiang is sick. This means that Yama wants him to go. You don't need to blame yourself." Wen Shimo comforted.

"Boss Wen is right. Don't blame yourself for it. It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Yu agreed.

After the men chatted for a while, Cheng Zhiyuan and Zhou Yu left the ward.

Qiao Ran walked up to Wen Shimo and ordered in a cold voice.

"Take off your clothes."

Wen Shimo knew that Qiao Ran was going to treat him, so he opened the hospital gown very cooperatively.

Because the redness and bruises subsided a lot, Wen Shimo, who took off his shirt, revealed a few strong and stylish chest muscles. Under the orange light, an ambiguous atmosphere spread in the air.

Wen Shimo raised his head and met Qiao Ran's twinkling eyes. He felt as if his eyes were being hit by an electric current. His brain shook uncontrollably, and his heart beat rapidly.

Qiao Ran also experienced Wen Shimo's feelings after coming into contact with Wen Shimo's gaze.

"What are you in a daze for, lie down!" Qiao Ran hastily yelled in a stern voice to cover up her inner panic.

Wen Shimo also immediately obediently lay down on the bed, leaning on the heart of the bed, beating wildly.

Because of his heart beating so fast, Qiao Ran's hand holding the medicinal wine trembled a little. Looking at Wen Shimo's firm and firm back, the medicinal wine in his palm was still unable to reach out.

Qiao Ran, remember, you are a doctor and it is your duty to treat patients.

Qiao Ran, calm down, this man has nothing to do with you.

Qiao Ran, you are only repaying his life-saving grace by treating him.

Qiao Ran, this man is your brother-in-law, you can't have undue thoughts about him.

Forcing himself to calm down like this, Qiao Ran's heart gradually calmed down, and he began to sprinkle medicinal wine on Wen Shimo's skin, doing massage skillfully.

Qiao Ran's mood became as calm as water, but Wen Shimo's heart could not be calm for a long time.

Wherever her slender fingers went, Wen Shimo's skin trembled, making him aggrieved, and desperately needed an outlet.

But he had nowhere to vent, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

At the same time, I looked down on myself crazily in my heart.

He had been restraining himself all the time, but he didn't expect to be massaged by a woman a few times, and he wanted to push her down.

And that idea is like wildfire, no matter how he tries to extinguish it, it will be born again in the spring breeze.

Coupled with the intoxicated and crazy night image in his mind that night, even if he took a fire extinguisher with ice cubes, he couldn't put it out.

While Wen Shimo was struggling to fight against the demon in his body, Qiao Ran was massaging the broken skin on his shoulder. In order to make the medicinal wine absorb faster, she lowered her head and gently blew on the wound.

The warm breath, accompanied by the familiar body fragrance that suddenly approached, Wen Shimo only felt that the monsters in his body got the magic potion in an instant, and rushed out of the shackles that blocked them frantically.

Wen Shimo's movements were as quick as lightning, and he hugged Qiao Ran, pressed Qiao Ran under him, bowed his head and bullied him away.