Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

After the private doctor finished the diagnosis and left, Feng He came up to him again, eagerly.

"Mr. Meng, I will help you take this flower away now."

When Feng He said this, Meng Jinsong became confused. He was clearly not allergic to any pollen before, so why did he get red rashes all over his face and body today just after smelling the rose?

Feng He roughly guessed what Meng Jinsong was thinking by looking at his puzzled expression.

Meng Jinsong cultivated so many precious flower species in his garden, how could he be allergic to pollen?

Feng He immediately turned around and picked up the vase on the table in order to hide the guilty feeling on her face.

[His allergen is not pollen. I just added his allergen to the roses.]

Meng Jinsong looked at Feng He's flustered back thoughtfully.

Feng He put the flowers in his room. After all, each flower cost tens of thousands of dollars and could not be wasted.

After returning to Meng Jinsong's room, there was no longer any strange expression on Feng He's face.

Meng Jin stared at Feng He and said without a smile, "Where did you find the vase for the roses?"

Feng He didn't understand the seriousness of the question at all, and answered carelessly: "I took it from the big cabinet on the second floor. There were several vases there, and I picked out the two most beautiful ones."

[…Fuck, why did you admit it so thoroughly?]

Meng Jinsong was stunned. He didn't expect Feng He to say it so consciously.

Suddenly, he realized something, raised his eyelids and asked Feng He: "What did you say, two?"

Feng He reacted, and he froze, and immediately realized that he was stealing the owner's things, which seemed very impolite...

He trembled as he spoke: "Yes... it's like this, I picked five roses yesterday, put three in my room and two in your room... I used the vase on the display cabinet..."

Meng Jinsong: “…”

Meng Jinsong took a breath in pain, closed his eyes for a long time before opening them again.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "How can you be so capable? I spent a lot of money to buy those vases at an auction. They are antiques with collection value. You also picked five roses..."

Meng Jinsong couldn't continue speaking, he was about to die.

Feng He is a very difficult person to deal with.

After listening to Meng Jinsong's accusation, Feng He also felt that he was somewhat wrong, but he still wanted to quibble, so he muttered softly: "But isn't the vase used to put flowers? What's the point of putting it there..."

Meng Jinsong heard every word: "..."

With his last breath, he said one word: "gun..."

Feng He: “…”

Feng He's face changed, and she said sharply, "No, Mr. Meng, if I leave, who will take care of you? I still have to help you apply medicine and keep an eye on your condition..."

Meng Jinsong lifted his eyelids and glanced at Feng He, then said unhappily, "If you don't leave, are you going to watch me take a bath here? I am allergic, not disabled, so it's not your turn to take care of me. Besides, if I ask you to take care of me, do you want me to be even more miserable?"

Feng He had nothing to say.

He walked out with lost steps.

It was not until Feng He's back disappeared from his sight and the sound of a door closing was heard that Meng Jinsong got up to take a shower.

Feng He went downstairs to see if the aunties had prepared dinner.

It seems to be coming soon.

So Feng He began to wait for food.

"The meal is ready, Xiaofeng, go and ask Mr. Meng to come down for dinner."

Auntie took a break from her busy schedule to give an instruction.

"Oh, okay."

Feng He went up again.

He walked to Meng Jinsong's door and knocked.

"Mr. Meng, are you okay? You can go downstairs to eat now."

Meng Jinsong's vague and unreal voice came from inside: "Hmm..."

Feng He saw that he agreed, so she walked away.

Now the food is ready on the table in the living room.

Feng He looked at the sumptuous dish and swallowed his saliva, and he said how delicious it was.

Wait... Feng He caught something's sight.

It was fish, and cream of mushroom soup…

Just now, the private doctor seemed to have mentioned Meng Jinsong’s dietary restrictions...

Feng He's eyes lit up and her heart began to beat fast with excitement.

He was looking forward to Meng Jinsong coming downstairs, seeing the dishes on the table, and then his face darkened and he said he didn't want to eat anymore...

Hey hey hey.

Feng He almost laughed out loud.

The housekeeper looked at him in wonder and couldn't help asking, "Xiao Feng, what are you so happy about?"

Feng He covered her mouth and shook her head.

The housekeeper couldn't help but smile because he was so cute.

Meng Jinsong came downstairs not long after. As Feng He expected, he frowned when he saw the food on the table.

Then he said, "I'm allergic and can't eat these foods for now. Please make me something light. You can eat these."

Feng He was happy and made a “yeah” gesture to herself.

"Ah, Mr. Meng, why are you allergic?"

The housekeeper looked nervous. It was his dereliction of duty to allow the owner's allergens to appear in the house.

Meng Jinsong glanced at Feng He intentionally or unintentionally, and then said to the housekeeper: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

The butler breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at Meng Jinsong with concern.

The aunts went to make light food for Meng Jinsong.

Feng He looked at the delicious food on the table eagerly.

He looked left and right, and it seemed that no one wanted to come to the table to eat, but didn’t Meng Jinsong just tell them to eat...

Feng He puffed up her cheeks, ran to the kitchen and said to her aunt, "Aunt, I'll go eat some first, and then I'll leave some for you."

Feng He had been hungry for a long time and was now protesting.

When the aunts heard this, they immediately said, "Xiaofeng, go and eat. This afternoon we prepared Western food for Mr. Meng, and we are not used to that. Besides, our own food is almost ready. If you are not full, come and eat. Don't let it go to waste."

Feng He walked out of the kitchen door with light steps, feeling a little elated. He thought to himself: There is actually such a good thing.

He looked at the butler, but the butler didn't eat either.

Feng He sat down at Meng Jinsong's table and began to prepare to enjoy the feast.

He inhaled it like a storm.

Chew chew chew, it’s so delicious.

The aunts are not only good at cooking Chinese food, but they are also very good at cooking Western food.

However, they only prepared enough for Meng Jinsong, and there were relatively few Western dishes, so Feng He was indeed not full.

He ate everything edible on the plate. Feng He learned his lesson this time and cleaned up the mess and brought it to the kitchen.

Meng Jinsong's meal was ready, Feng He went to call Meng Jinsong, who was resting with his eyes closed in the living room, to eat.

Meng Jinsong raised his eyelids and looked at the smear of sauce on the corner of Feng He's mouth, and said "Oh".

This sauce was what he had just seen on the steak.

While Meng Jinsong was eating, Feng He ran into the kitchen again and went to have lunch with the aunts.

He used his stomach's ability and did not let the meal he made today go to waste.

The aunts touched his head and praised him for being so great.

Feng He burped and accepted it happily.