The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement

chapter 101

The heart that Ye Hansheng mentioned was immediately put down, and he glanced at Zheng Xuan with a squint, and then served Wen Run a bowl of vegetable porridge, "Drink some porridge after the soup."

Wenrun smiled and said yes, when he finished drinking the soup, he was going to get the porridge bowl, but he was avoided by Ye Hansheng, and fed a spoonful of porridge directly to his mouth, "I'll feed you."

Subconsciously glanced at Zheng Xuan and Ye Jia on the other side, he stretched out his hand a little embarrassed, "I'll do it myself."

Ye Hansheng was very stubborn, pressing the spoon to his lips and whispering: "I want to feed you."

Wenrun pursed her lips and stared at him for a few seconds before losing the battle. She could only open her mouth and obediently ate the porridge that was fed to her lips. Seeing that he had eaten, Ye Hansheng's mouth curled up, and he fed him while blowing cold.

After dinner, Ye Hansheng personally brought warm water to wipe his hands and face. Although worried about safety issues, Wen Run and Ye Jia shared a ward, but the VIP ward had a lot of space, and the curtains in the middle were closed, and there was no impact on each other.

Ye Hansheng scrubbed him clean, Wenrun reached out to touch his tired face, "You go back to rest at night, I will call a nurse if I have something to do."

Although he made up his mind to stay with him in the hospital, Wen Run said so, Ye Han didn't refute, but he lowered the bed for him and said, "I know, you have a good rest."

After saying goodnight to him, Wen Run closed his eyes and rested.

Ye Hansheng gently put everything in the ward back into place, and went to see Ye Jia on the other side. Ye Jia was taken care of by Zheng Xuan, and at this time he was already lying down to rest. The two of them looked at each other tacitly, put away the insulation box, and left the ward together.

After closing the door, Ye Han let go of his rigorous movements, still remembering Zheng Xuan's words just now, so he sneered at him, "Tomorrow is Christmas, the chef is on holiday, you remember to cook."

"??" Zheng Xuan looked at him inexplicably, and said in surprise: "Should I cook?"

Ye Han frowned, "Why? You can't cook? If you are with Jiajia in the future. Are you still going to let Jiajia cook for you?"

"I didn't mean that." Zheng Xuan was stunned by his tortuous brain circuit, and even suspected that he was trying to test his own fishing law enforcement. He wandered around with various speculations, but still said: "Of course I won't Let Jiajia cook for me, but we can hire a nanny..." Zheng Xuan murmured, "I can't cook, you don't know, can you eat it?"

"Besides, you haven't cooked too?" Zheng Xuan thought about it and couldn't help it.

"How do you know that I didn't do it?" Ye Han glanced at him with a reserved voice, and said with a little triumph: "If you didn't do it before, conditions were not allowed. Now that the conditions allow, I will do it naturally."

"What have you done..." Zheng Xuan didn't finish saying a word, and suddenly there was a bright light in his mind. Thinking of the extra greasy chicken soup just now, he blurted out: "You didn't make today's chicken soup and porridge, right?"

Ye Hansheng was silent for a while and raised his eyebrows, "I did it, can't it? Wenrun and Jiajia have finished eating."

"..."

Zheng Xuan finally knew why he was so strange. Seeing that he was not pleasing to his eyes, he surrendered and raised his hands. "It's my fault. I will cook tomorrow."