Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Sometimes Jiang Muyu felt that she was so stupid, so she ran here foolishly.

She knew that Young Master Huo hated her and that he didn't want to see her at all, but she couldn't help but want to come in the end.

Although she told herself from the bottom of her heart that she only came here for the interview, and approached him for the exclusive interview of Huo's consortium, this is the company's mission.

But... the faint pain in her heart let her know that, in fact, she knew from the bottom of her heart that it was not at all.

The news interview was just an excuse she gave herself, and deceiving others was also deceiving herself.

In her heart, Huo Beicheng is a different person after all.

He once appeared in front of her when she was most helpless and hesitant, and brought her back to the Huo family. From then on, there were traces of him in her life in the 13 years since then.

This is the past that she can't erase no matter what...

"You...are you not coming?" The hoarse voice made her slightly stunned. Compared with when I first saw him in the morning, at this time he seemed to have completely shed the coldness and hard shell on his body.

Huo Beicheng in front of him was obediently lying on the bed, his black eyes stared straight at her, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression was a little dazed, there was a bit of mistyness in his eyes after waking up, and the usual coldness was missing, making him She felt that he was just a sick person who was vulnerable at this time.

"Eat something first, and take the medicine later." Jiang Muyu said.

She reached out to ring the nurse's bell, but just as he stretched out his hand, he blinked, and suddenly stretched out his hand again to hold her back, "Eat!"

Jiang Muyu was caught by him, and she was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, especially when he held her hand, she leaned forward a little, and the two got a little closer.

After all, she just quarreled with him this morning, and now... She pursed her lips, "Okay, eat, eat, let me go, I'll bring you food."

Only then did Huo Beicheng slowly let go of her hand, but his eyes still refused to move away from her.

Jiang Muyu rolled her eyes, quickly set up the small table, brought up the extra-large lunch box, and laid out all the rich and varied soups and vegetables inside.

Huo Beicheng twitched the corner of his mouth, and sat up by himself, but his right hand was injured and completely weak. He tried to support him up, but when he sat up, his head suddenly went dark, and he almost fell down again.

Jiang Muyu kept paying attention to his side, seeing his body swaying, she was so frightened that she hurried up to support him, "I'd better call the doctor, don't mess around."

Huo Beicheng leaned against her to stabilize his body, stubbornly grabbed her hand to prevent her from calling out, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, his face was ugly, and he looked extraordinarily arrogant like that.

Seeing his ugly face, she felt a little sour...

Young Master Huo has always been proud in front of her, no matter in the past or now.

Such a fragile appearance doesn't look like him anymore...

At this time, she didn't care whether they were arguing or not. Seeing Huo Beicheng's expression, she gave in almost immediately, flattening her mouth, "Then I won't call you a doctor anymore, let's have dinner first." ?”

After saying this, she felt that the hand holding her relaxed a little.

Knowing that he agreed, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Secretly muttering in his heart, this sick Young Master Huo is like a child, self-willed, arrogant, and hates seeing doctors...

She carefully rolled up the bed, put two pillows on his back, and was about to pass the bowl and chopsticks to him, but she handed it over for a while and didn't see him reach out to take it, her eyes fell unconsciously and looked at him two hands.

Her right hand was injured and she could barely move. She felt pain when she got up just now...

"Forget it, I'll feed you. Don't use too much force on your right hand, so you don't hurt it again later." She simply sat on the side of the bed and fed him with bowls and chopsticks.

Huo Beicheng's face was calm, staring at her, watching her bring vegetables to his mouth, then porridge, and sometimes a special mouthful of soup.

His eyes fell directly on her face, motionless.

Although she didn't look up into his eyes, it was impossible not to notice that he was staring at him so closely.

Her heart seemed to be beating faster and faster, and the two of them who were concentrating on feeding and eating didn't speak again. It seemed that the only sound of her heartbeat was left in the quiet ward.

Jiang Muyu could only lower her head and concentrate on feeding, her eyes only reached his mouth, but even so, her cheeks became a little red in the process.

I don't know how long this time lasted...

For the first time in a while, the two of them seemed to get along in such a harmonious way. There was no confrontation, no quarrel, and no sarcastic remarks from him.

It seemed to be back to the time when they were at Huo's house, although she knew clearly that they could not go back to that time.

Huo Beicheng stared fixedly at the woman in front of him. She was feeding very seriously and attentively, as if she had put all her attention on the soup. At this moment, she didn't look as angry as she did in the morning.

"Aren't you resigning?" He said suddenly, his voice still hoarse.

She paused while picking up the food, raised her head to meet his gaze, and flattened her mouth, "Yeah, I won't resign, now you can laugh at me again, I'm such a bastard, I came to you again for the news .”

While talking, she put the food into his mouth rudely, "I may have poisoned this food, do you want to eat it or not?"

Huo Beicheng looked at her flat-mouthed tone deliberately fierce, opened his mouth to eat, and her attitude seemed to her ten thousand times better than in the morning.

Young Master Huo with a fever...much cuter!
After eating, Jiang Muyu put away his things, and naturally reached out to touch his forehead.

The temperature in her hands was still scalding hot, and her hands that had just been washed were a little icy, and he only felt a little cold and comfortable when he touched them.

"you……"

Just as she was about to speak, he suddenly pulled her hand, and she was pulled into a hot embrace.

This was too sudden, Jiang Muyu's nose bumped into his chest, her nose hurt, she rubbed her nose and cried out, "What are you doing?"

He wrapped his left hand around her waist, looked down at her, and said in a low voice, "You help me cool down!"

Hearing some ambiguous and hoarse whispers, Jiang Muyu's cheeks turned red suddenly, she gritted her teeth and wanted to break free from his embrace, "Let me go, I'll call the doctor for you..."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt that the hands on my waist were a little stronger.

She didn't dare to move any more. Although there was no major problem in Huo Beicheng's body, there were many wounds on his body. Now she was pressing on him with her whole body, for fear that she would touch his wound with any random movement.

"No doctor!" He stubbornly resisted.

Jiang Muyu looked up at him, met the persistence in his eyes, heard the beating in his chest, and faltered in panic, "I... I don't know how to cool down, let me go first, wait a minute Got a wound!"

Huo Beicheng narrowed his eyes, his voice became more ambiguous, his mouth almost touched the top of her head, "Wipe it for me."

Jiang Muyu: "..."

Wipe?

where to wipe?If he wanted to cool down, did he mean to wipe his whole body?

If it's the whole body, then...

The blush on her cheeks became more and more intense with the naked eye, and her eyelashes trembled twice in a panic, "Rub...Where is Rub?"