False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

Seeing that Wen Qian's stinky face was about to explode, Wen Zining sat down on the side of the bed, "Why? Don't I have to take care of you just because you are a patient. Your grandma still needs me to spend money to take care of you." !"

Now Wen Qian couldn't see Wen Zining's purpose more clearly.

On the surface, Wen Zining looks like a pampered young master without any scheming, but under this appearance, there is a completely different scheming hidden deep inside.

Let other people frame him, and then fall from the sky like a god.

If you pretend to protect yourself in everything, do you think he will be moved?

He was not clear-headed yesterday, he was unavoidably emotional when he was sick, and almost fell for Wen Zining's tricks.

Wen Qian's gloomy and cold expression made Wen Zining feel more and more guilty, relying on the aura of "absolutely not to let Wen Qian suppress him" to barely hold on.

He raised his eyes slightly, pretending to be decent, "If you feel dissatisfied..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wen Qian put down the soup bowl, stretched out his hand and gently kneaded Wen Zining's forearm.Due to long-term physical weakness, Wen Zining's skin is a little unhealthy white, there is no muscle in his arms, and the blue blood vessels are faintly visible, as if they could be broken with a little force.

Wen Zining was shocked at first, but then he couldn't help but feel complacent, "That's right, quite obedient."

Just wanting to toss Wen Qian casually, Wen Zining didn't raise his hand for too long before taking it back, "The doctor's rounds will be done later, if there is no problem, you can go back with me."

Wen Qian was like the most obedient servant, with his head lowered, not knowing what was going on in his mind, he just replied: "Okay."

Although he caught a cold last night, fortunately Wen Qian himself is in good health. After the doctor's rounds in the morning, he said he could be discharged from the hospital.

All the clothes were sent to dry cleaning, and the clothes sent were all new at home.

Wen's mother Yiming hired a nurse, and Wen Zining asked her to take away all the red envelopes on the hospital bed.

The nurse picked up the heavy one and opened it, only to find that it was filled with stacks of 100 yuan. She was a little embarrassed, "Student, it's full of money."

Wen Zining waved his hand grandly, "Auntie, take it away and treat it as overtime pay for the Spring Festival."

Wen Qian looked at the red envelopes beside the bed, and calculated that there were at least tens of thousands of dollars.

If he had that much money back then, he wouldn't be under the control of Wen Zining now.

Wen Qian suddenly remembered something, "Where is the red envelope I got in the old house?"

Wen Zining pointed to the pile that the guard at the door dragged out with a smile on his face, "Here, it's all used."

Wen Qian watched coldly as the door of the ward was closed, walked towards the dressing room without saying anything.

Wen Qian who didn't speak looked particularly scary, Wen Zining said a little uncomfortable: "I took you to the old house, all your things are mine, what happened to my things!"

The sound echoed in the empty room, and after a while, Wen Qian, who had changed his clothes, came out of the dressing room.

Wen Zining observed that Wen Qian showed no signs of getting angry, and immediately got carried away.

He sat by the bed and waited for Wen Qian to finish changing, and then he said to him, "You heard me before my mother left. There is no one at home for seven days during the Spring Festival. You have to take good care of me."

Yiming's original words were to ask them to take good care of themselves, but this completely changed Wen Zining's mouth.

Wen Qian adjusted the cuffs of his down jacket, and when he heard Wen Zining speak, he lazily raised his eyelids.

Wen Zining didn't expect that he kicked an iron plate and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.He was adjusting his breathing, and when he was about to bring up the reason of "Grandma Ye" again, he heard another answer from Wen Qian.

"it is good."

To be honest, Wen Zining was a bit cowardly, but he told himself rationally that he didn't need to be cowardly at all.

He understood too well that Wen Qian's appearance did not mean surrender at all, and he could even say that he might bite back at any time.

But Wen Qian's shackles were put on by himself. As long as Grandma Ye is still in his hands, Wen Qian will not dare to act rashly.

As soon as he got home, Wen Zining slumped on the sofa and shouted angrily, "I'm hungry!"

Wen Zining sat up again and looked at Wen Qian, "Will you take good care of me as promised?"

As a patient who had just been discharged from the hospital, Wen Qian put down the things in his hands and asked in a very good temper: "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Zining was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "First, bring me a glass of water first!"

Wen Qian obediently walked to the kitchen to get a cup, and then heard the name of the dish from the person lying comfortably on the sofa.

"I want to eat sweet and sour short rib soup bag dry pot shrimp, lychee shrimp ball sauce, shredded meat, sweet skin duck roast steak, and poplar nectar shaved yogurt, Coke Sprite and soy milk. For the last dessert, I want French fries wrapped in custard and strawberries. layer."

Wen Qian brought the water to his mouth, and thoughtfully inserted a straw into it.

Wen Zining leaned forward and bit the straw, puffed his cheeks unsuspectingly, and then immediately sensed something was wrong and let go of his mouth, cursing: "This water is so hot, how can people drink it!"

Wen Qian put the water on the side of the coffee table and stood up, "It will cool after a while."

It could be seen that Wen Qian did not want to make himself feel better, Wen Zining was so angry, "What are you doing now, don't forget, Grandma Ye..."

"I didn't forget, it's just that you said you were hungry, and I want to cook for you first."

Wen Qian spoke in an unhurried manner, looking down at Wen Zining, "So, Young Master Wen, do you want me to change the water for you, or do you want me to cook for you?"

Obviously he was doing what he said, but Wen Zining always felt that something was wrong.

When his stomach was rumbling and losing his temper, Wen Zining finally turned his face away angrily, "I want to eat."

"Then you just hold your hand high and pour it yourself."

Wen Qian never thought that it would be so complicated to do what Wen Zining said. He hadn't recovered his strength yet, so he just got some food to deal with it.

When he opened the refrigerator, he was shocked by the full crisper.

Wen Zining had almost all the dishes that he yelled about just now, and post-it notes were neatly pasted on the crisper.On the bottom floor of the refrigerator are traditional Chinese medicines in plastic bags, which are piled up bulgingly.

It can be seen that Aunt Zhang is afraid that the good-for-nothing young master will starve to death, so she has put in a lot of effort.

Wen Zining can be said to be a star-studded existence in the Wen family, and he is completely different from Wen Qian.

If such a young master is known by others to have a dark side, will all the beauty still exist?

Wen Qian's fingertips touched the cold insulation box, and he recovered instantly, closed his gloomy eyes, and took a deep breath.

Two dishes are enough for two people, so Wen Qian took a bag of traditional Chinese medicine and heated them together.

When Wen Qian brought the dishes to the table and asked Wen Zining to eat, he didn't get any reply.

He walked to the sofa and saw Wen Zining leaning against the sofa, soundly asleep.

Wen Zining didn't sleep well last night, his eyes were still slightly bruised, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had dreamed of something bad.The soft hair pressed against his cheek, looking childish and well-behaved.

Wen Qian really wanted to push Wen Zining up like this, his hands paused in mid-air for a few seconds, and finally he found a blanket and covered Wen Zining's body.

When Wen Zining woke up, he saw Wen Qian sitting at the dining table, the light was turned on from above, and deep shadows fell on Wen Qian's face, making him look extremely cold and terrifying.

Wen Zining snorted inwardly, he felt that Wen Qian must be unhappy waiting for him to eat.

He threw off the blanket, walked to the dining table in his slippers, and reprimanded angrily, "The dishes are cold, don't heat them up yet."

Wen Qian didn't say anything, took the dishes to the kitchen, and used the pot and shovel to heat the dishes one by one.

Wen Zining woke up and regained his energy. He folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen door, "Why don't you use a microwave?"

The sweet and sour pork ribs were turning in the pot, and the hand holding the pot paused slightly.

Seeing Wen Qian's reaction, Wen Zining was instantly amused, "You can't be... you can't?"

Wen Zining recalled that he had been exposed to microwave ovens when he was working in convenience stores and bars, but it was indeed different from the current one.

After figuring this out, he happily walked to the microwave, put another portion of vegetables in it and licked it for three minutes.

Simple two dishes and one soup. The soup is a semi-finished product marked in the lunch box. You only need to add some water and boil it to eat.

During the meal, Wen Zining couldn't control his complacency, and showed off to Wen Qian how to use the microwave oven.

"The knob on the top is for controlling the heat, and the one below is for controlling the time." He stuffed a chopstick of sweet and sour pork ribs into his mouth, and then swung the chopsticks up and down. "There are two microwave ovens at home, and the one I just showed you is the simplest one." that."

It's just that Wen Zining's complacency hasn't been too long. After eating, seeing Wen Qian take out a bag of black things from another microwave oven, his expression changed drastically.

He pointed to the Chinese medicine in Wen Qian's hand, "Where did you get this thing!"

Wen Qian cut open the bag and poured it into a porcelain bowl, "It's in the refrigerator, three times a day."

At that moment, the bitter taste of the traditional Chinese medicine entered Wen Zining's nose.

Wen Zining can usually pretend in front of others, but now he can't stand it.

"I don't want to drink that kind of thing," Wen Zining refused very forcefully, "Pour it up for me."

Wen Qian picked up the traditional Chinese medicine packaging bag and glanced at it, "It also said on the note that Wenge brand has released a new type of chocolate, and if you drink it, it will be given to you."

Wen Zining's eyes lit up in an instant, but they retracted in the next moment, "Give me the chocolate."

"I don't know where it is." Wen Qian handed the medicine bag to Wen Zining, "Look for yourself."

Wen Zining checked inside and out, and indeed saw the words on the packaging bag, and there was indeed no indication of where to put it.

He thought hard and couldn't get any results, and broke into a fuss like breaking a can, "Unless you find the chocolate, I won't take the medicine."

Wen Qian didn't care whether Wen Zining took the medicine or not, he packed up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.

After washing, Wen Zining was lying on the sofa again, watching TV bored.

The medicine on the table was already cold, and there was no trace of heat.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Zining began to yell dissatisfiedly, "I want to eat chocolate."

Wen Qian walked to the stairs, and only told him, "I'm going to wash up."

Wen Zining sat up straight, looking in shock at Wen Qian's back as he went upstairs.

Whenever Wen Zining thought that Wen Qian had been temporarily controlled by him and let him get what he wanted, Wen Qian didn't listen to him at all.

Thinking rationally, Wen Zining certainly understands that it is impossible for Wen Qian to really ask for anything he wants.

But emotionally, Wen Zining still couldn't accept it.

He is obviously a brat, and he is holding him firmly in his hands, why should he be so arrogant towards him!

Wen Zining stood up angrily, picked up the bowl of Chinese medicine, and rushed directly to the toilet.

Wen Qian still gave him hot medicine every meal, but it was up to Wen Zining whether to drink it or not.

Wen Zining was even less likely to take medicine if no one restrained him.