The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Huo Wenze leaned on the hospital bed, his eyes instantly turning cold as ice as he listened to his subordinates' reports.

Huo Wenze's men stood respectfully beside the bed, heads bowed, and reported respectfully, "Master, we've found out it's the Green Gang. The Green Gang spy at the banquet saw that you only brought Miss Wen with you, so he became malicious and wanted to ambush you at night to make things difficult for us."

Huo Wenze clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and said coldly, "Humph, the Qing Gang is so bold! Do you really think I, Huo Wenze, am someone you can easily mess with?"

After saying this, he put on a cold face and began to instruct his men in an orderly manner on how to teach the Qing Gang a lesson that would be unforgettable, so that they would know the consequences of provoking him.

As he was speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a gentle voice came softly from outside the door: "Mr. Huo, I'm coming in."

Huo Wenze immediately raised his hand to signal his men to be silent. The stern lines on his face softened instantly, and he replied softly, "Come in."

The subordinates looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. They had never seen the master like this before. Just because of a woman, he seemed like a different person.

Wenrou pushed the door open and walked in, holding a carefully prepared food box in her hand, with a gentle smile on her face, she walked to the bedside

"Mr. Huo, I made some food for you. You are injured and need to eat something good to replenish your body."

As she spoke, she placed the lunch box on the bedside table and took out the steaming meals one by one, including nourishing chicken soup, soft and glutinous rice porridge, and a few exquisite side dishes.

Huo Wenze looked at her busy figure, his heart warmed, and he said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Wenrou."

Wenrou quickly shook her head and said softly, "Mr. Huo was injured because he was trying to save me. It's all due to Wenrou's hardship."

Wenrou sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, blew it cool, and handed it to Huo Wenze's mouth: "Try it quickly and see if it suits your taste."

Huo Wen Ze was injured in the abdomen, but his hand was not injured. However, he did not want to remind Wenrou, so he drank the soup from her hand. The warmth and fragrance of the chicken soup instantly spread on his tongue.

After Huo Wenze finished his meal with Wenrou's hands, Wenrou looked at Huo Wenze's injured abdomen with concern, her eyebrows slightly frowned, her eyes full of pity, and she said softly: "Mr. Huo, does your wound still hurt?"

Huo Wenze looked at Wenrou and saw the genuine concern in her eyes. His heart softened, fearing that she would worry too much, so he shook his head without hesitation, a reassuring smile on his lips, and said, "It's okay. It's just a minor injury for me. It doesn't hurt."

Hearing this, Wenrou bit her lip, her face showing disapproval, her eyes slightly red, and she said anxiously: "Mr. Huo, your abdomen was almost shot through by a bullet, how could it be a minor injury? You lost so much blood that day! I don't care what Mr. Huo was like before, Mr. Huo, please take good care of yourself in the days to come."

Huo Wenze didn't even realize how gentle his eyes were now. He looked at Wenrou, and saw the worry and heartache on her face, and his heart couldn't help but warm.

As a warlord, although people around him usually treated him with great respect, and servants followed him everywhere, and he was heard flattering and fawning wherever he went, but when you think about it carefully, no one ever really cared whether he was in pain or happy. What those people cared about was the power in his hands that could turn the tide, and what they relied on was the status and protection he could provide.

Huo Wenze had suffered more serious injuries before, but Wenrou was the only one who asked him if it hurt, and only Wenrou was purely thinking about him.

Looking at Wenrou's innocent, almost silly look, Huo Wenze couldn't help but clench his fist and put it to his lips. He chuckled softly, his laughter filled with unconcealable joy. He said, "You don't even know what I asked you to do, so why did you just nod and agree?"

Wenrou immediately realized that she seemed a little rash. Her cheeks instantly flushed, as charming as the clouds in the sky. She lowered her head embarrassedly and said in a low voice: "Mr. Huo is a good man. He will definitely not embarrass me."

Huo Wenze has been on the battlefield for many years, his hands are stained with blood, and he bears the name of the God of Killing. Even though he protects the people, he is mostly treated with awe and alienation in return, and few people truly appreciate his kindness.

This was the first time someone called him a "good man" with such certainty. These two words struck directly into his heart, causing ripples.

He lowered his eyes slightly, as if to hide the emotion in them. After a moment, he raised his eyes and gazed at Wenrou, his gaze fiery and firm, and said slowly, "I want you to promise me that you won't call me Mr. Huo anymore."

Wenrou was startled for a moment, then looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion: "Then... then what should I call you?"

Huo Wenze raised his lips to a meaningful smile and teased her deliberately: "What do you think? We can't be as unfamiliar as before."

Wenrou lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, her cheeks slightly red, and she said softly: "How about I call you Brother Huo?"

Huo Wenze raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a half-smile: "Aren't you going to cancel your engagement with my brother? Why do you still call me big brother? This title is inappropriate."

Wenrou's face flushed red instantly, like a ripe tomato. She bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to utter two words in a voice as thin as a thread: "Aze..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two seemed to be ignited instantly, and the ambiguous factor permeated the air.

A flash of surprise and satisfaction flashed across Huo Wenze's eyes. He responded softly, his voice a little hoarse, as if filled with endless affection: "Yeah."

"Rou Rou..." His voice was like an aria drifting slowly from a concert hall, graceful and tender, gently calling out to Wen Rou. The ending note rose slightly, carrying a hint of intimacy and attachment, as if to wrap Wen Rou completely in this gentle tone.

In the days that followed, Huo Wenze recovered smoothly under Wenrou's meticulous care. Every morning, Wenrou would get up early, tiptoe into the kitchen, and personally cook nourishing rice porridge for Huo Wenze.

She stared intently at the heat, stirring it gently with a spoon from time to time, fearing that it was not soft enough.

When the rice porridge was fragrant, she carefully scooped out a bowl and brought it to Huo Wenze's bedside. She even blew it to cool it down before handing it to his mouth and whispered, "Aze, come, eat something, so that your injury can heal faster."

Once, the doctor instructed that Huo Wenze need to wipe his body to clean the wound and promote healing.

Huo Wenze had a group of male subordinates waiting by the side, ready to be dispatched at any time. However, when Wenrou stood by the bed with a red face and a bit bewildered, he sent them away, looked straight at Wenrou, and said with a smile: "Rou Rou, come and help me."