The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Jiang Ruoli glanced at the pumpkin and lily porridge in the white porcelain bowl and asked, "Is this all you have?"

The man's voice was cold and heartless: "Only this."

Jiang Ruoli pursed his lips, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, "Do you really want me to look at you with disappointment?"

Pei Zigui curled his lips, and his cold face was filled with smile again because of Jiang Ruoli's witty words.

"I peeled the pumpkin myself, and I cooked the porridge myself."

He looked at Jiang Ruoli and raised his eyebrows slightly, then said the same thing back to him: "Do you really want me to look at you with disappointment in my eyes?"

"..."

For a moment, Jiang Ruoli's expression was dull, and his pupils flashed with surprise.

"Did you cook this porridge?"

Pei Zigui could guess what the little girl was thinking, so he said jokingly, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

"I didn't say anything, so feed me."

The light blue veins on the back of the man's hand were clear. He picked up the porcelain bowl with his slender fingers, scooped it up gently with a spoon, and blew on the still steaming porridge.

"Try it."

He specifically removed the lilies and added a little bit of sugar, thinking that this was the flavor that Jiang Ruoli would like.

Sure enough, after the little girl took a bite, her big, dark, bright eyes suddenly lit up, and she raised her chin and ordered, "More."

A faint smile appeared on his stern face, "Delicious?"

Jiang Ruoli said with disapproval in his words but acted honestly: "Well, it's not bad."

"Since it's not bad, I'll finish this bowl."

Pei Zigui took the trouble to blow every mouthful of porridge into Jiang Ruoli's mouth to the right temperature. They fed each other like this, and before they knew it, the bowl of pumpkin and lily porridge was finished.

He touched Jiang Ruoli's slightly bulging belly and smiled with contentment.

Downstairs, Assistant Mott had finished a whole plate of New Orleans grilled wings and was waiting to chow down on Auntie Lan's signature casserole fish head.

"Assistant Mote, what's that on your neck?"

"Ah?" Assistant Mott scratched and felt a little itchy.

"Ouch, are you allergic?"

Assistant Mo Te laughed, "Auntie Lan, I'm not the heroine of a novel, how can I be so easily allergic?"

He walked to the mirror and looked at himself. "Oh my gosh! Am I really allergic to it?"

Aunt Lan glanced at the empty plate on the table and asked, "Are you allergic to chicken?"

Assistant Mott shook his head blankly, "No."

“Allergic to New Orleans seasoning?”

Assistant Mott continued to shake his head. "I've eaten New Orleans grilled wings many times since I was a child."

"Don't think about it, let's go to the hospital." Aunt Lan seemed to have thought of something and pulled Assistant Mote back, "Wait, there happens to be a doctor at home."

ten minutes later.

Doctor: "Assistant Mott, your condition is probably caused by eating too many grilled wings. Although you are not allergic to either ingredient, there have been many medical cases of allergies caused by excessive consumption. Don't worry, it's very common. I don't think your symptoms are serious, so I'll prescribe you some allergy medicine. It's nothing serious."

Simply put, eating too much.

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That night, fearing that Jiang Ruoli would have a fever again in the middle of the night, Pei Zigui did not sleep all night. He checked the little girl's temperature every hour. Fortunately, the night passed peacefully and she did not have a fever again.

The first rays of morning sunlight shine onto the lawn and then into the window.

In the bed, Jiang Ruoli moved slightly twice, and without even opening his eyes, he shouted for water.

The next second, a straw was accurately inserted into his mouth, and hot water of just the right temperature flowed into his mouth.

She slowly opened her eyes, and felt that this action of drinking water seemed to be repeated countless times during the night. Every time she felt thirsty and wanted to drink water, it seemed that there would always be someone beside her who would hand her a straw at the right time.

"Awake? How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

She opened her eyes and looked at the man on the other side of the pillow.

He seemed very tired. Overnight, his beard had grown back into a thick layer of blue stubble. The dark circles under his eyes were very obvious, and his eyes were bloodshot. This state was more like he had not slept all night.

Jiang Ruoli raised his hand and touched Pei Zigui's chin back and forth, then looked up at him quietly, and said in a low voice: "Why did you suddenly age so much?"

We touched our foreheads together and felt the temperature, which was normal.

Pei Zigui pinched the woman's slender fingers and kissed them. He was not unhappy because of what she said, but the hoarseness and fatigue in his voice could not be concealed: "So don't get sick easily in the future, okay?"

Jiang Ruoli was stunned for a moment, then nodded. She retracted her fingertips, her heart beating fast. Somehow, Pei Zigui was not as handsome as he usually was in a suit, but her heart was beating wildly.

Damn it, is there something wrong with my heart recently? Otherwise, why do I feel palpitations when I see Pei Zigui?

"I'm fine now, you can go to work."

A muffled laugh came to my ear.

"Mrs. Pei, I stayed up all night to take care of you, and you woke up and told me to go to work. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"I……"

Seeing the embarrassment and barely perceptible heartache that flashed across Jiang Ruoli's eyes, Pei Zigui clasped his hands around her slender waist and held her back in his arms.

He half-closed his eyes, buried his head in the woman's neck and rubbed it, his tone was gentle, and there was a hint of grievance: "Sleep with me for a while, okay?"

Jiang Ruoli pursed his lips, unable to say no, his voice trembling slightly: "Okay... let me change my sanitary napkin first."

"...Do you need my help?"

After all, Pei Zigui had done it once last night, and practice makes perfect.

Jiang Ruoli's body stiffened and he refused without thinking.

"Need not!"

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Jiang Ruoli really needed more sleep, so he fell asleep again in a daze. When he woke up again, it was already noon.

The person next to me has woken up, but did not get up. Instead, he leaned against the head of the bed and read documents.

Is he an iron man? How come he doesn't need a good night's sleep? It would be a pity for him not to be a senior high school student preparing for the college entrance examination.

Jiang Ruoli looked at him subconsciously. The man had glasses on his tall nose, which made him look abstinent and noble. This face made people imagine a lot.

Only she knew that these were all illusions. He was not so well dressed when he was in bed.

Noticing the change in the woman's breathing, Pei Zigui took off his glasses, pinched his brows, and put the computer back on the table.

"Are you hungry? Should I carry you downstairs to eat?"

Jiang Ruoli turned over, his waist was sore and numb, his stomach was bloated, and he felt a little weak.

Half of her face was buried in the pillow, and her voice was muffled and delicate: "My waist is sore."

Just when he was about to ask Auntie Lan to bring her up, Pei Zigui lifted her up easily and held her on his lap. His hands were placed on her waist, rubbing gently with burning heat.

Jiang Ruoli felt numb all over her body as her waist went numb. She lay on Pei Zigui, trying hard to suppress her trembling: "I am a patient now, please don't..."

"Hmm? What else? What are you thinking about, Lili?"