The Pillow of the Bad President

Surgery is scheduled for the morning.

After the bone marrow was pumped, Hao Yan was sore and swollen. After being pushed back to the ward, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

During this period, Qin Huainian was still inseparable.

When Hao Yan opened her eyes again, the sun was setting outside the window and she had slept for a whole day.

She looked around, but did not see Qin Huainian in the ward, so she must have gone to fetch food for her at this time.

After Hao Yan woke up, she became much more energetic.

She wanted to know how Zhuang Qingze's operation was going.

He raised his hand to touch the right side of the hospital bed, wanting to call the nurse, but found that the beeper seemed to be malfunctioning, and there was no response.

Hao Yan sat up slowly, put on her shoes and got out of bed.

She walked slowly to the door of the ward, and when she was about to continue walking in the direction of the nurse's station, a beautiful figure happened to pass by the ward.

Zhuang Qintong saw her and greeted her with a smile, "Miss Hao"

Hao Yan nodded.

Face-saving projects are often still to be done.

Zhuang Qintong said with a smile, "Thanks to you this time, on behalf of the Zhuang family, I am very grateful to you. If it weren't for your willingness to donate bone marrow, I don't know how long my uncle's illness will be delayed. Now the operation is very successful, and the doctor said it won't take long. will recover"

Hao Yan said lightly, "You're welcome."

Zhuang Qintong was holding an insulated lunch box in her right hand, and when she raised it to trim the hair beside her ear, she switched the insulated lunch box to her left hand.

This action made Hao Yan's eyes drop slightly.

Zhuang Qintong explained with a smile, "This is the nutritious bone broth that my aunt specially ordered me to send to my uncle. Ginseng is added in it, which is very good for people's health, but my aunt only asked the kitchen to cook a portion."

Having said that, she had a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face.

Zhuang Qintong looked at her apologetically and said, "Miss Hao, my aunt is getting old and occasionally has a childish temper. She may have some prejudice against you now and will deliberately target you, but I hope you don't hate her. I believe that the gap between you will be untied with time.”

Her makeup is exquisite and noble, and there is an elegant smile on the corners of her brows and eyes when she speaks.

However, in Hao Yan's ears, these words were indescribably hypocritical and hateful.

Hao Yan smiled, and said slowly, "Isn't this what you want now?"

In the Zhuang family, apart from Mrs. Zhuang who disliked her the most, the other person who didn't want her to recognize her relatives was Zhuang Qintong.

Otherwise, she would not try her best to cover up Zhuang Qing's illness.

Zhuang Qintong was brought up by the Zhuang family when she was very young, and she regarded herself as the daughter of the Zhuang family, but the Zhuang family had no children, so she enjoyed everything as a matter of course.

Hao Yan's identity undoubtedly threatened her status.

A cold light flashed in Zhuang Qintong's eyes.

As if Hao Yan had pierced through his mind, a shadow of indeterminate light and dark appeared on his face.

A few seconds later, the smile on Zhuang Qintong's face gradually recovered, as if he couldn't understand, "Miss Hao seems to have misunderstood something."

Hao Yan smiled, "Whether it's a misunderstanding, we all know it in our hearts."

Zhuang Qintong did not pick up the quarrel, but maintained his dignity and elegance, nodded apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Hao, I have to hurry to see my uncle, so I won't talk to you any more."

After finishing speaking, she stepped on her high heels and walked away gracefully.

Hao Yan looked away indifferently.

Just as Zhuang Qintong left, the elevator door opened, and Qin Huainian strode out.

Seeing Hao Yan standing at the door of the ward, she immediately frowned, "Hao Yan, why did you come out, didn't the doctor tell you to lie flat on the bed?"

Hao Yan raised the corner of her mouth and replied, "I'm fine, I just want to ask the nurse how is Chairman Zhuang's operation going?"

Qin Huainian leaned over and picked her up, walked into the ward and said, "Chairman Zhuang's operation was very successful, and he has been transferred to the aseptic warehouse."

Hao Yan nodded, "Yeah"

She also learned from Zhuang Qintong just now.

Qin Huainian put her on the hospital bed, turned up the pillow, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Hao Yan acted a little coquettishly, "A little bit~"

She slept for nearly a day when the anesthetic wore off and her stomach was empty.

Hao Yan's heart warmed when she saw the insulated lunch box in Qin Huainian's hand.

The dealer's tonifying soup didn't bother her at all, she had the care she really needed.

Hao Yan opened the lunch box, and the fresh aroma of chicken soup inside overflowed, and the whole ward was warm and fragrant.

She spooned it out and drank it.

After swallowing the first mouthful, Hao Yan gasped in surprise, and asked Qin Huainian strangely, "Why does this soup taste different from what Sister Yang usually makes?"

Sister Yang has been employed for a long time, and she is usually in charge of home-cooked meals, and her cooking skills are very good.

The chicken soup in the insulated lunch box smells very good, but it tastes a bit like chicken, and there is a lot of ginger, which makes the soup taste very strong.

Qin Huainian's back was a little stiff when he heard the words, "What's the matter, is it hard to drink?"

"Well, it's not very tasty." Hao Yan nodded honestly, feeling that Sister Yang's performance was not up to standard.

It's not like sister Yang who is a skilled cook, but rather like a novice in the kitchen.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Huainian frowned even deeper, "Then stop drinking."

Hao Yan raised her head and glanced at him, and suddenly found that his expression was very strange.

My heart skipped a beat.

A thought suddenly flashed in Hao Yan's head, showing an incredulous expression.

Licking her lips, she asked cautiously, "Qin Huainian, this chicken soup was made by you, right?"

The light in Qin Huainian's eyes behind the lens was deep and narrow, a little heavy.

He seemed to be hit, and he admitted reluctantly, "Yeah"

Hao Yan was stunned.

She didn't expect that Qin Huainian would make soup for her with his own hands. She was very moved, and quickly remedied, "So you made it. I said why it tastes so good. It's much better than sister Yang's. If you don't Said, I thought it was bought from a restaurant outside.”

"Really, I'll try it." Qin Huainian was a little uncertain.

Hao Yan hastily blocked it with her arm, "No, this is the soup you made for me, of course I want to enjoy it to myself"

Qin Huainian's face softened when he heard this.

In order to make him happy, Hao Yan simply picked up the lunch box with both hands and drank it in big gulps.

Seeing that she almost drank all the chicken soup in the lunch box, a smile finally appeared on Qin Huainian's depressed face.

Walking out of the shadow of being hit, he suddenly felt that he still had potential for development in cooking, and nothing could stop him.

When her eyebrows were raised, Hao Yan at the side finally put down her lunch box, hiccupped, and suggested awkwardly, "Qin Huainian, I think you should stop cooking in the future."

Although the face of the chicken soup is as perfect as his handsome face, the taste is really not flattering.

"Qinhuai Year"

The Pillow of the Bad President