Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Uncle Wang, who was standing by, felt a little sad when he saw his teacher's humble appearance.

He quickly opened the chicken soup and said with a smile, "Sir, this is the chicken soup that Ms. Ruan and Mr. He brought specially for you. Wow, it smells delicious. You haven't had anything all day, so try it."

"I'm just hungry."

Just a bowl of chicken soup cooked by Sister Chen was enough to bring a smile to He Rongcheng's face.

He was a bit excited and even tried to sit up on his own, saying with a smile, "Come on, let me try it. This bowl of chicken soup is just in time...hiss."

His hasty movements accidentally pulled the wound, causing him to gasp.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Chicken soup is not going away!"

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but frown, feeling a little anxious.

Subconsciously, he said in a cold voice, "What if the wound that was just healed with great difficulty is torn again? You are so old, don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Even though He Rongcheng's act of saving her made her feel a little more relaxed towards him, she still felt resentful when she thought about her experiences over the years and Lin Changpei.

I become a little aggressive when I speak unconsciously.

However, He Rongcheng did not feel at all offended as an elder.

On the contrary, he actually burst into laughter.

Her smile was joyful and happy. She grinned at Uncle Wang happily and said with a bit of pride: "Xiao Wang, did you see that? This girl really cares about me!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Uncle Wang also laughed, with a joyful light in his eyes, and supported him and said, "The young lady is concerned about you and is honoring you!"

Ruan Xingchen: ...

That's not what she meant!

Besides, Uncle Wang seemed reliable, so how could he secretly change her name in the blink of an eye?

Seeing He Rongcheng drinking the chicken soup happily as if he was drinking some fine wine, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but frown.

Huo Yan grabbed her hand, shook his head silently at her, and whispered, "Madam, there's no need to rush."

He Rongcheng's injury was for her. Even if she wanted an explanation, there was no need to prevent him from finishing a bowl of chicken soup.

Ruan Xingchen certainly knew this.

Her chest rose and fell sharply. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I know, I just..."

She just couldn't control her emotions.

If He Rongcheng was really her father, she would feel that her past life and the first half of her life were all a joke.

Her long eyelashes hid the complexity and fragility floating in her eyes, and she approached Huo Yan silently.

The man had the familiar cool scent of pine wood on his body, which seemed to soothe her restless mood.

Knowing that she needed care and comfort the most, Huo Yan said nothing and put his arm around her waist.

Sat down in the chair beside the bed.

After He Rongcheng finished drinking the chicken soup, Uncle Wang eagerly helped him clean up.

"This chicken soup tastes really good. I've never tasted such delicious chicken soup before."

He Rongcheng looked radiant, as if he had completely forgotten the gunshot wound on his shoulder.

With a smile on his face, he said, "I'm really sorry to bother you."

"Young lady, you are indeed considerate and thoughtful." Uncle Wang also praised her, smiling lovingly and saying, "Congratulations, sir, you have finally got what you wished for."

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but frown.

"This is the chicken soup made by our servant. If Mr. He likes it, I can ask her to make some more and send it over later. Or I can copy the recipe for Mr. He. When Mr. He returns to City Z, he can ask the cook at home to make it according to the recipe."

Huo Yan spoke coldly.

A pair of dark eyes looked quietly at the man on the hospital bed, and said in a cold voice: "It's just that the exact relationship between Mr. He and my wife is still unclear. Isn't it inappropriate for Mr. He and this housekeeper Wang to talk to each other like this?"

"I think it's quite suitable."

He Rongcheng's eyes fell on Ruan Xingchen's face, and he couldn't help but reveal some reminiscence and emotion.

Like, it’s really similar.

An image that he couldn't ignore.

The beauty has passed away, he didn't expect that this would be the outcome.

I couldn't help but whispered: "I can't be wrong, this is my daughter."

"You look like your mother, and you look like me."

Speaking of this, he even felt a little proud.

Looking at Ruan Xingchen charitably, he said, "You specifically picked out our strengths to grow better. You look better than both of us."

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but clench his fists.

Does he know what he is talking about?

"I advise Mr. He to be more cautious when saying these things, otherwise it will easily cause misunderstandings."

She stood up suddenly.

He stared at He Rongcheng with cold, clear eyes and said in a cold voice, "When Mr. He said this, did you investigate my background? My biological mother is Lin Changpei, and her husband's name is Ruan Zeming. I was born three years after my mother and I got married. I am a legitimate child."

She looked at He Rongcheng, laughed almost mockingly, and asked him, "If you say I'm your daughter, then what is my mother? An adulterer? And what am I? An illegitimate daughter who can't be seen in public, the product of an affair?"