The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

Zhuo Dingding and Manni quickly turned to look at her.

She had already sat up on the bed, her eyes were slightly empty, and she was staring at them blankly.

Her black hair hung loose on her thin body, making her appear petite and fragile, and her pale complexion was even more lovable.

Zhuo Dingding immediately put down his chopsticks and walked towards her: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

With a face full of concern and distress, he sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her little hand.

However, Cheng Lianxun looked at him but didn't speak.

"Man Ni, why do I feel something is wrong?" Qin Tu suddenly leaned over to Man Ni and whispered.

"Little madam's eyes are wrong, silly. She looked at the master with strange eyes, as if she didn't know him, and she didn't speak. She won't lose her memory, don't she remember him?"

The injury on the head cannot be underestimated.

"Can't you?" Manni looked at the person on the bed in shock and fear, as if she had seen a ghost.

That was too bloody.

Grandpa will break down.

But looking at the eyes of the little lady, she was really a little silly, and she just looked at the master and didn't speak.

"What's wrong? Is something uncomfortable?" Zhuo Dingding caressed half of her cheek in distress.

The left side of his face was red and swollen, and bruised and purple. It hurts him to look at it, and he wants to tear up the people behind the scenes even more.

"It smells so good." Cheng Lianxun opened her mouth slightly, she wanted to speak with a normal voice, but her throat was dry, and her voice was slightly hoarse and weak, "I'm hungry."

Qin Tu was delighted with a 'puchi'.

Don't most patients wake up complaining of thirst?

The little lady even said that she was hungry, but it was delicious.

"Keep your voice down." Manni slapped him, "I'll throw you to Africa if I hear it!"

Hungry is hungry, what's so funny.

"Qin Tu." Zhuo Dingding turned to call him, "Go buy porridge."

"..." Qin Tu silently put down his chopsticks, he knew that he would stop smiling.

The porridge must be bought for the little lady.

But when he bought supper, he prepared some for his wife.

So, after he stood up, he was not in a hurry to go out to buy porridge: "Master, we are mandarin duck pot, so it should be fine to eat lighter vegetarian dishes, right?"

"You think the little lady is you, with rough skin and thick flesh? You have to avoid eating after stitches, so as to help the wound heal. And drinking porridge is easy to digest." Man Ni refuted him first.

"...Then I'd better go buy porridge, white porridge?" Qin Tu asked as he walked, and it was Manni who asked.

"Well, white porridge." Man Ni confirmed.

On the first day of hospitalization, there is no harm in eating lightly.

"Brother Zhuo." Seeing that Qin Tu was about to leave the ward, Cheng Lianxun anxiously held his hand, "I don't want to drink porridge."

"What do you want to eat?" Zhuo Dingding first asked her gently, then turned to Manni and said, "Pour a glass of water."

Man Ni immediately got up to pour water.

"I want to eat hot pot." Cheng Lianxun's eyes fell on the steaming hot pot.

Qin Tu immediately slowed down, if the little lady ate hot pot, he wouldn't have to run out to buy porridge halfway through.

"Wouldn't eating hot pot be too spicy and exciting?" Manni handed warm boiled water to his third master.

She didn't know whether she was asking Cheng Lianxun or her grandfather.

"Come on, drink water first." Zhuo Dingding fed her water.

After drinking the water, he said to Qin Tu, "Ask the doctor if she can eat hot pot. If she can't, then go buy porridge."

"Understood." Qin Tu left quickly.

Not long after, the doctor came to the ward and told Cheng Lianxun that if he wanted to eat hot pot, he could eat some light ones, but not spicy ones.

However. Cheng Lianxun sat on the sofa, looked at the white and tender tofu in the bowl but worried: "Brother Zhuo."