My Husband, Warm The Bed

Qin Yue ignored him. Jian Ran felt a bit awkward, so she didn't know if she should retreat or retreat while standing on the spot.

After a while, Qin Yue raised his head and looked over. Under the golden frame, his eyes were cold and calm: "Why are you here?"

He didn't want to force her into cold water, which would lead to a high fever. He was already in a coma from the fever, and this woman had the mind to go to work. She was a heartless woman.

Qin Yue's expression and ma

er of speaking made Jian Ran feel that he did not welcome her here. She was apprehensive and pursed her lips: "Special Assistant Xu asked me to come and see you."

The Special Assistant Xu only asked her to come here first. If he did not let Xu Huiyi make that call, would she not come here?

Qin Yue frowned, his voice became even more cold and calm: "You saw me too, then go back to work."

"Oh …" "Alright." Jian Ran forcefully suppressed the grievances in her heart, smiled and nodded as she turned to leave.

This woman really left!

Qin Yue looked at her back, his eyes darkened and his expression turned ugly. The newspaper in his right hand was almost crushed by him.

When she reached the door, Jian Ran suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. She turned around and glared at him, "Qin Yue, you son of a bitch!"

She had been worried about him all morning, and now that she finally saw him, he asked her to leave.

Normally, she would say that he was her husband. How could there be a husband like him who wouldn't even let his wife see him when he was sick?

The more Jian Ran thought about it, the more she felt sad and the angrier she became. Her nose turned sour and two teardrops fell from the corner of her eyes.

She raised her hand to viciously rub it away and bit her lips: "Qin Yue, go to hell. It's none of my business even if you die. Just treat it as I never met you before."

Jian Ran's sudden outburst of temper shocked Qin Yue. As he was shocked, he saw Jian Ran's tears.

Qin Yue's heart twitched for no reason. A feeling of pain spread out from his unprepared heart. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

He still remembered that when she angered Gu Nanjing into being locked up in the police station, he didn't see her cry even in that kind of situation. But now, she actually …

"Come here." Qin Yue's voice unconsciously became gentler as he waved at her.

"If you let me go, I'll go. If you let me go, I'm going?" What do you think I am? " Jian Ran also had a stubborn temper. How could she let him call her back so easily?

Qin Yue raised his eyebrows, "You're not coming over?"

Jian Ran ignored him and rubbed her eyes. She hated herself for crying in front of this man. Since when did she love to cry so much?

"Then I'll go over." Qin Yue pretended to remove the needle from his hand.

"What are you doing? Is he courting death? " Jian Ran jumped in fright and rushed over to stop him.

"If I die, you'll be a widow." Qin Yue said with a serious expression, but a smile appeared in his eyes under the golden frame.

"You …" Jian Ran didn't know that this man could be so glib, but he still spoke with a straight face.

Qin Yue raised his hand to caress Jian Ran's face. With his rough thumb, he gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "Good girl. Tell me, why are you crying?"

Jian Ran bit her lips and viciously said, "I'm afraid that if you die, I'll become a widow."

Qin Yue chuckled. He held her in his arms and whispered, "Idiot!"

You're the stupid one! Your whole family is stupid!

Jian Ran wanted to scold him back, but he held her so tightly that it was as if he wanted to bury her in his warm chest.

How could he be so powerful? Just one hand was enough to hold her tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

"Don't move."

A low and suppressed voice rang out from the top of her hair, carrying a kind of soul-stirring hoarseness.

That one simple word was like a spell, causing Jian Ran to lose all her strength to fight back.

Qin Yue smiled with satisfaction and placed his chin on Jian Ran's head. Her hair was very smooth and soft, and there was also this faint fragrance. It was very comfortable.

On the other hand, Jian Ran, who was in his arms, couldn't help but curl her lips as she felt that she had given in so easily.

His breathing was on top of his heart, and his heart was beating on the side. For some inexplicable reason, he felt at ease.

"Master, the food is ready." Aunt Chen, who was in charge of Qin Yue's diet, came in unduly. Seeing the two who were hugging each other, he quickly retreated.

Qin Yue let go of Jian Ran. "Accompany me for di

er?"

Jian Ran nodded.

If Qin Yue didn't let the nurse help him, then the hard work would fall onto Jian Ran. She held the IV drip bag high in one hand and the rack in the other, while Qin Yue was like a young master, not caring about anything at all.

After everything was done, Jian Ran sat down in front of Qin Yue. Qin Yue waved his hand and said, "Sit next to me."

Jian Ran subconsciously glanced at the woman who was making food. The woman's sixth sense told her that this woman didn't like her, so she just sat there without moving.

Qin Yue's slender fingertips habitually tapped on the table, his eyes slightly narrowed, no one knew what he was thinking, until Aunt Chen finished cooking, he then said: "Aunt Chen, there's nothing left for you here, you can go now."

Aunt Chen opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he was too clear on Qin Yue's temper. He nodded: "Young Master, Young Madam, you guys take care."

The three words "Young Madam" almost made Jian Ran spit out the mouthful of water she was drinking, and her exquisite and beautiful face flushed red once again.

Qin Yue looked at her shocked expression and said: "That auntie who was always in charge of my food, you can call her Aunt Chen in the future."

There was the driver, Old Wei, loyal assistants like Xu Huiyi and Liu Yong, as well as an aunt in charge of food and clothing whom Aunt Chen had just called "rich people".

Qin Yue said that he used to do some business abroad. What kind of business did he do? Why does it feel like his real identity is even more terrifying than the I

ovation Technology?

Qin Yue waved again: "Sit beside me and help me carry the dishes."

"Your right hand can move." Jian Ran whispered. The needle was inserted into Qin Yue's left hand. His right hand was still hugging her tightly just now, so why wasn't there any food left at this time?

"I usually eat with my left hand." Qin Yue's voice sounded a little dissatisfied, but there was a hint of a smile on his sexy lips.

Jian Ran found out again that Qin Yue's ability to lie with his eyes open was first-rate. When had she ever seen him eat with his left hand?

However, seeing that he was sick, Jian Ran decided to tolerate him. After all, if anything really happened to him, she would become a little widow.